Quick wear: Boss, he always likes her

Did Tingqiao notice that Xun Yan was looking at her?

Of course, they discovered it. The two of them were already equal in strength, and their recovery levels were also about the same. Therefore, every time Xun Yan looked over quietly, Ting Qiao noticed him.

The first few times she didn't think it was a peek, she just thought he glanced over by chance.

But the more times she did it, she realized something was wrong.

Why does this person look at her from time to time?

Tingqiao also had several guesses in his mind. Either he wanted to cause trouble, or... he fell in love with her?

The latter suspicion was not that she was narcissistic. After all, she discovered that as long as she got closer, this person would behave unnaturally.

But Tingqiao is not so sure. He seems to be a serious immortal. Would he really like her, a demon?

Thinking of this, Tingqiao became a little more interested.

……

During this holiday, Aruo also had homework to complete, and Xunyan specially asked her to arrange a schedule for herself to tell what she needed to complete every day.

He didn't restrict A Ruo. If she wanted to cheat, he wouldn't force her to finish. He would just remind her that if she couldn't finish it today, it would be piled up to the next day, and she wouldn't be able to finish it on the last day.

Aruo nodded, indicating that she understood, but she still thought silently: It's okay, I will do my homework tomorrow, and I will definitely finish it tomorrow, and maybe I can also do the homework the day after tomorrow.

Until tomorrow, she still had the same idea.

Then the day after tomorrow, it's like - oh, let's play for a few days, then stop playing for a few days, and do my homework.

Tingqiao wanted to say that she could probably think of the next scene.

The weather was perfect that day. A Ruo was playing with Zhu Li, the two of them were playing with the chickens and ducks in the backyard, Xun Yan was practicing calligraphy in the study, and Ting Qiao moved a wicker chair to bask in the sun in the yard.

The sky in the Demon World is gloomy all year round. She has been in the Demon Abyss for many years, but she hasn't been able to bask in the sun like this for a long time.

She squinted her eyes slightly, looking lazy and comfortable.

Aruo's laughter and laughter reached her ears clearly, and she didn't feel noisy, but felt at ease.

Amidst the laughter, Tingqiao also heard the sound of pen tracing on paper, coming from the study.

She opened her eyelids and turned slightly sideways on the recliner. This angle was just opposite to the wide open window of the study.

She saw the man lowering his head and writing seriously on the snow-white paper with a brush. In order to avoid staining his clothes, he also covered one of his sleeves with his hand, which was very gentle.

Tingqiao curled his lips and looked at the people in the window with a smile.

If you and I are willing, the spring breeze will not be a bad thing for a time.

She was used to seeing that kind of thing in the demon world, and after she became the demon king, many demons offered themselves pillow seats...but she didn't agree. After all, she saw many people in the demon abyss whose love was taken away from them. life-threatening.

She didn't want to lose her life.

Of course, more importantly, she is not interested in them.

It's rare to have thoughts now.

Tingqiao stood up slowly, walked into the study, and lay down for a while until his posture became sluggish.

Xun Yan heard the movement and raised his head. When he saw her coming in, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Tingqiao crossed his arms and said, "Today you suddenly want to practice calligraphy. Can you teach me?"

He didn't know why she suddenly became interested in practicing calligraphy, but he didn't think much about it. He nodded and said, "Okay, if you want to practice calligraphy, I will teach you how to write."

When Tingqiao came over, Xunyan put what he had just written in front of him and made room for her.

He dipped it in ink and handed the brush to Tingqiao, "First write a few words according to my handwriting."

Tingqiao took it generously and soon left writing on the snow-white paper.

She is literate, but her handwriting has always been crooked and has not been corrected for so many years.

Xun Yan was silent for a moment, her usage of the brush was wrong.

He picked up another brush and said, "Hold it like this."

Tingqiao rolled his eyes. He seemed to be studying seriously, but in fact he was fooling around.

"Ah, is that so?" She changed her way of holding the pen.

Xun Yan shook his head, "No, this finger should be hooked here, don't use too much force..."

He explained the details seriously, thinking that the students would cooperate well, but unexpectedly, this student seemed to cooperate seriously, but in fact he was full of bad ideas.

"so?"

"No, just press it gently with this finger..."

After a few times, Xun Yan began to doubt her, but her attitude was very sincere, not at all like she usually deliberately teased him.

"Sorry, I'm not used to holding a pen like this, so I can't control my strength..." Tingqiao also apologized.

Xun Yan was no longer suspicious now, "It's okay. You just need to learn the gesture of holding the pen first and get used to it slowly."

It's just that her fingers didn't seem to be very obedient, and she hadn't mastered the skills yet. Xu Yan impulsively corrected her with his hands, "You don't need to press this finger on it..."

After saying that, he realized that he was actually touching her fingers.

Tingqiao seemed unaware and continued to ask: "That's right. How should I place the little finger on top? Do I have to press the pen hard?"

Xun Yan opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and calmly stretched out his hand to correct, "It's the same as this finger..."

She suddenly said, "Ah, so that's it. Now I understand."

Tingqiao continued to write a few words, but they were still a little crooked.

Xun Yan looked at it, walked to the other side, tapped her arm, "Relax a little."

Tingqiao relaxed his arms and wrote a few more words according to the words above. This time it was not crooked, but these words had no bones.

Although it is said to be written exactly as written, it is not very similar.

Tingqiao sighed softly, turned his head and said to Xun Yan, "It seems a bit awkward just by following it as written."

Xun Yan seemed to notice something and didn't speak.

Tingqiao blinked, "Why don't you take me to write it yourself?"

What she meant by this...

Xun Yan lowered his eyes, "...This is inconsistent with etiquette."

Tingqiao looked at him quietly for a while, then faintly said "oh" for a long time.

She put the pen away and curled her lips, "That's all I have practiced today. Thank you Immortal Xun Yan for your teaching today."

Just like when she entered the study, she walked out very lazily, with a little more smile on her lips.

There's no rush... She doesn't believe this person will keep holding it.

There is a saying that has been circulating in the Three Realms: if you want to understand a person, you have to fight with him.

When she fought against him, she had already briefly understood him.

Underneath the cold and serious exterior, maybe there is a bit of rebelliousness?

Xun Yan looked at the brush and pursed his lips.

After a while, he picked up the brush again and continued to practice calligraphy on the paper.

But, after all, I am not as calm as before.