Quick wear: The villain made the male protagonist cry again

chapter 105
It's just because he lives in the outer sect, and the outer sect basically has no disciples above the foundation establishment stage.

Everyone thought that he was wearing a mask to cover his ugly face, and he didn't usually talk to people, and basically returned to his room after finishing his own work to ponder and cultivate by himself.

The immortal cultivators with high cultivation bases were not so free, and went to see what kind of face a disciple who was sweeping the floor outside the door had behind his mask.

But it would be different if he was by her side.

Everyone in the world will be curious about the people around her.

There are countless people who know Xie Xuan in this world, if someone sees that eye-catching appearance, it will be a bit troublesome to recognize his background.

And she likes to trouble others, not to trouble herself.

Xie Xuan looked at the hand stretched out in front of his eyes, which was more radiant than white jade, and the tips of his ears burned uncontrollably.

The scorching heat in his eyes made Shen Chen's eyes a little more playful.

When he reached out to pick it up, Shen Chen took advantage of the opportunity to touch his hand.

As expected of the male protagonist, after sweeping the mountain gate for a year, his hands are not rough at all, but instead have slender joints and glow white.

Xie Xuan thought it was Shen Chen who accidentally bumped into him, so he quickly looked into Shen Chen's eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry."

But he didn't expect that there was no disgust in her eyes as he imagined.

That's right, why would Missy care about these things?

She never cared whether others were lowly or not, she was kind and gentle to everyone.

But the place she touched still made him uneasy, and the white jade mask was still in the hands of the eldest lady.

He reaches out again.

Unexpectedly, Shen Chen suddenly withdrew his hand.

He looked at the girl in front of him puzzled, and she smiled viciously.

"I gave you something, shouldn't you thank me?"

Only then did Xie Xuan, who was disturbed, come to his senses, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his once cold eyes.

"Thank you Miss."

Shen Chen tilted his head to look at him: "Is there only one thank you?"

Looking at her playful expression, Xie Xuan didn't know that the eldest lady was playing tricks on herself.

He pursed his thin lips.

"Sing a song for me." Her rising tone was soft like a spring breeze.

Xie Xuan said embarrassingly: "I can't sing."

"What about dancing?"

"I can't dance either."

Shen Chen put his hands behind his back boredly, and paced in front of him: "I won't do this, and I won't do that. I thought you were so beautiful, but when I rescued you, you were covered in red marks all over your body. What kind of famous actor is famous in the capital?"

Xie Xuan's face turned pale.

It turned out that she knew all about it, and he thought she hadn't noticed.

The night wind scraped against his cheeks, and the fine chill densely invaded his heart, he gritted his teeth.

Did she always think that he was a man in a flower house showing off his colors?

It turned out that she thought of him that way.

The funny thing is, he thought he was hiding it very well, he turned his head away in a panic, covering his ridiculously eye-catching face, and his voice was dull.

"I'm not."

The playful look she had on his face made him a little ashamed.

His voice became cold, and the wooden mask was put on his face again.

"Miss, please go back, thank you for your kindness, I will find my life experience by myself." He could hear his voice trembling: "Don't bother Miss."

This is his delusion.

How can a person like him in the dust deserve to miss the bright moon high above.

He lowered his head and looked at the white and shabby Outer Sect disciple clothes on his body.

"It's getting late, Missy, go to bed early."

"I have to clean the Wangchen Pavilion tomorrow morning, so I won't waste Missy's time."

As he spoke, he picked up the wooden sword, straightened his back, his Qingjun back was stretched extremely long by the moonlight, and he was about to turn around and leave with aloofness and sternness.

(End of this chapter)