Chapter 103: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (23)

Wen Xien smiled with his lips pursed, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

[Wen Xien: He held my hand, but he actually held his hand! This made me feel that something bad happened!]

[The system said leisurely: Silly child, when will the protagonist make you feel that something good happen?]

[Wen Xien had a bitter face: oh...]

This is not the first time Rong Yiqing saw a boy laughing. Although the curve is very light, it is extremely sexy and seductive.

It seemed as if the ice and snow melted, bringing out a bit of boundless bright colors.

Rong Yiqing was filled with compassion and mockery, and was still timid and bullied on the surface. "Second Brother, I can't practice this word well, and I really feel guilty about the fourth brother's regret."

The boy picked up the brush in elegant movements, glanced at him, and smiled in his voice: "Then you're ready."

The ink fell on the snow-white rice paper, and she saw her flowing water, and her writing was like clouds and smoke. She was written in one go, and the elegant and beautiful words appeared on the rice paper.

It's a very different story from what he just imitated.

Wen Xien finished writing a poem casually and turned his head to ask Rong Yiqing, who was still standing beside him, "Do you understand?"

Rong Yiqing stared at Wen Xien's cold-jade-like side face, and couldn't help but begin to imagine that if the boy was broken into pride, tore his noble skin, revealing his disgusting inner body, and trampling on her dignity at will.

What will happen to the fourth brother?

You will burst into tears in despair.

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

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

Rong Yiqing picked up the brush again, as if the warmth of a young man remained on it. He held his eyebrows and put the pen down.

Maybe it was because of his uneasy heart, and the words he wrote were also strange and unsightly.

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

The back of his hand suddenly covered the warm and cold body temperature, and the cold fragrance came. Rong Yiqing subconsciously sniffed deeply, and the warm breath sprayed on his ears, causing him to tremble for a moment.

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

The brush in my hand fell down with the guidance of the boy.

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

But he saw the young man's snow-white and delicate ear tips red, and his earlobes were stained all the way.

Is that...shy?

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

Rong Yiqing suspected that something was wrong with his eyes. When he looked at it, he found that the boy's ears were even redder, as if he was about to drip blood.

Rong Yiqing's eyes couldn't help but darken a little again, and his voice softly: "Fourth Brother, you're teaching me again."

The boy's expression became cold, "Why are he so stupid?"

That's what he said, but Wen Xien still taught him to write step by step. Except for his cold expression, he was not impatient at all.

"Fourth brother..."

Rong Yiqing turned his head and seemed to want 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 confused, his mind was blank, and he felt an electric current flowing from his lips into his heart, and a numb feeling came. This inexplicable feeling made his whole soul tremble.

In the end, Wen Xien reacted and stepped back in a panic.
Chapter completed!