But compared to the last time he came, he seemed a little thinner.
Zhao Hao was also a little nervous. He coughed dryly and said, "Miss Yun, please sit down and have a cup of tea."
Miss Yun nodded slightly, walked quietly to the opposite side of Zhao Hao, bent down, gently pulled out the stool, and then slowly sat down.
"Miss Yun, don't be nervous. I'm not some monster."
Miss Yun still lowered her head, holding the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands. Upon hearing this, she quickly said in a mosquito-like voice:
"Please forgive me, sir. Yunyun really can't relax. I'm at a loss and don't know what to say."
"It's not that complicated. Just say whatever you want to say. If you really don't want to say anything, that's fine. Just sit with me for a while."
Zhao Hao was originally quite nervous, but when he saw her like this, his heart suddenly sank.
It seems there is no hope today.
Since there is no play, there is nothing to be nervous about.
He actually forgot that Miss Yun was still a virgin.
Test that strength.
You need to find someone with experience.
All kinds of tricks.
That'll work!
What kind of work can a young kid do?
What a mistake!
Zhao Hao secretly complained about himself, but Miss Yun slowly raised her head and looked at him.
Zhao Hao said softly: "Miss Yun, just say whatever you want to say."
Miss Yun said cautiously, "Sir, we all heard about your literary duel with the envoys from two countries in the palace."
"You have spread the word very well, young master."
"It said that you stood up decisively when we lost the first round of pot-throwing."
"Then I fought against the envoys of the two countries alone."
“In the end, it was a great victory.”
Zhao Hao smiled softly: "Then tell me, what else did you spread?"
Miss Yun said: "Now many people say that you are the god of literature who has descended to earth."
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