How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 102

   Chapter 102 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (23)

  Wen Xien pursed her lips and smiled, but her heart was turbulent.

  [Wen Xien: He held my hand, he actually held my hand! He makes me feel like something bad is happening all the time! ]

  [The system said leisurely: Silly boy, when did the protagonist make you feel that something good happened. ]

  [Wen Xien has a bitter face: 嘤...]

   This is not the first time Rong Yiqing has seen a young man laugh. Although the arc is very shallow, it is extremely **** and seductive.

   As if the ice and snow melted, bringing out some boundless colors.

  Rong Yiqing's heart is full of complacency and ridicule, but he is still cowardly and deceived on the surface, "Fourth brother, I can't practice this word well, I am truly ashamed of fourth brother's teaching."

  The boy picked up the brush gracefully, glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Then you can be optimistic."

   Ink fell on the snow-white rice paper, and I saw her flowing like clouds and water, writing like clouds of smoke, and writing in one go, elegant and beautiful characters appeared on the rice paper.

   is completely different from what he imitated just now.

  Wen Xien wrote a poem at random, tilted his head and asked Rong Yiqing who was still standing beside him, "Do you understand?"

   Rong Yiqing stared at Wen Xien's jade-like profile, and couldn't help but start to imagine that if the young man was shattered to pieces, his noble skin was torn apart, his disgusting insides were revealed, and her dignity was trampled at will.

   What will happen to the fourth brother?

   will cry in despair and collapse.

   He suddenly didn't want to kill the fourth brother so easily.

   "Understood." So Rong Yiqing licked his lips and nodded with a smile.

  Rong Yiqing picked up the brush again, as if there was still the warmth of a teenager on it, he raised his eyebrows and started writing.

   may be due to the unrest in his heart, and the words he wrote are strange and unsightly.

   Seeing this word, Rong Yiqing couldn't help but feel annoyance in his heart. He resisted the urge to drop the pen and gritted his teeth to finish writing the poem.

  The back of his hand was suddenly covered with a cool body temperature, and the cold fragrance hit him. Rong Yiqing subconsciously took a deep breath, and the warm breath sprayed on his ears, causing him to tremble a bit.

  Rong Yiqing's body froze suddenly, his eyes darkened, his hands, and even his thoughts, seemed to be controlled by the young man.

   The brush in his hand followed the boy's guidance, and the last stroke fell.

   The cold fragrance faded, Rong Yiqing immediately turned his head, the young man still looked proud.

   But he saw with sharp eyes that the tip of the young snow-white delicate ear was red, all the way to the earlobe.

   That's... shy?

  Wen Xien's expression was as usual: "Have you learned it?"

  Rong Yiqing suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes. He took a look and found that the boy's ears were even redder, as if they were about to drip blood.

  Rong Yiqing's eyes couldn't help but darken a bit, his voice was soft: "Fourth brother, you are teaching me again."

  The boy's expression turned cold, "Why are you so stupid."

   That's what he said, but Wen Xien still taught him to write, except that his expression was a little colder, but he was not impatient.

   "Fourth Brother..."

  Rong Yiqing turned his head sideways as if he wanted to say something, the boy also turned his face, his lips touched his lips, and the two of them widened their eyes at the same time.

  Rong Yiqing's mind was stunned, his mind went blank, he only felt that an electric current flowed from his lips into his heart, and there was a tingling feeling, this inexplicable feeling made his whole soul tremble.

   Finally, Wen Xien reacted and stepped back in a panic.

   (end of this chapter)

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