Oops, the male villain looked at me with affection in his eyes

When Chu Ye and Bai Shu returned home, they saw Thirteen holding a book and reading something, while Nineteen was huddled aside.

As he got closer, he could hear Nineteen's surprised voice: "Thirteen, where did you get the storybook? Isn't that the painting of Ning Xiaodan?"

Thirteen looked at Nineteen, who looked curious, and moved to the side with his notebook.

"Today, people were queuing up in the city to grab this storybook. I waited in line for a long time to get one. Please stop arguing and let me see what's inside."

Nineteen stretched his neck forward and curiously changed his angle: "Thirteen, what are you doing turning over so quickly? I haven't even seen it clearly yet."

Thirteen quickly turned to the back of the notebook while carrying Nineteen, and he closed the drawing notebook with a blushing face: "You little kid, what are you looking at!"

Nineteen scratched his frizzy hair and said dissatisfied: "Thirteen, you can see me but I can't?"

Thirteen felt like he had a hot potato in his hand. He frowned and waved his hand like he was shooing away flies: "Go ahead and buy it yourself."

After saying that, he stuffed the storybook into the clothes on his chest.

When Nineteen saw Thirteen trying to hide the storybook, he stretched out his long arm and raised his hand to grab it: "What storybook? It's so mysterious. Why not show it to me?"

Thirteen saw Nineteen stepping forward to fight for it, and subconsciously raised his arms to block it: "I told you not to see this, I really can't see it."

Nineteen was even angrier after hearing this. He scratched his head and asked, "Is there anything you can't read? Why did you finish reading it all?!"

Thirteen was unable to express his suffering, so he had to retreat continuously to avoid Nineteen's impatient attack: "Nineteen, you really can't watch this."

After hearing this, Nineteen was even more angry. Without saying a word, he started to move his hands: "I really can't look at you and you are still looking at it! You have finished reading and you don't show it to me!!"

The two started fighting: since they came from the same school and were very familiar with each other's moves, it was hard to tell the difference between the two.

There was anger in Nineteen's eyes, and he gradually used all his strength. The two of them went back and forth, but they did not notice their master and his immediate boss, Bai Shu, standing not far away.

Bai Shu saw that the two of them were only focused on fighting for the book, and they didn't even notice that their master and he were approaching.

He looked at his master who looked confused beside him and coughed softly.

However, the two people in the fight did not hear Baizhu's warning and continued to fight each other.

Nineteenth relied on his height and long arms, and when Thirteenth was not paying attention, he finally pulled out the notebook from his arms.

Seeing that the script was taken away, Thirteenth hurriedly reached out to grab it: "Hey! Hey! Nineteenth, don't grab it."

Nineteen held up the storybook and looked at Thirteen with a proud look on his face: "I grabbed it, I want to see what hidden secrets there are in this storybook!"

Thirteen was in a hurry, raised his legs and rushed over. His moves became more and more fierce, and he jumped to reach the story book in Nineteen's hand: "Nineteen, stop making trouble and return the story book to me quickly."

How could Nineteen be willing to listen: "Who is making trouble with you? Is it okay for you to do or not for others to see?"

Thirteen choked, and when Nineteen was about to open the storybook, Thirteen started fighting again.

The two fought against each other again.

Seeing that the two of them were so obsessed with fighting for a storybook, Bai Shu couldn't help shouting loudly: "What are you talking about? Didn't you see that the master is already behind you?!"

Nineteen held the storybook high in one hand and dealt with Thirteen's desperate moves with the other. At this time, he was already a little weak.

Bai Shu shouted loudly, startling both of them.

Thirteen died down; Nineteen even subconsciously threw out the script.

A jade-like hand was gently raised, and Chu Ye accurately caught the notebook thrown from Nineteen's hand.

Thirteen watched Chu Ye hold the storybook in front of him, he sighed and covered his face.

It’s over.

Chu Ye held the half-open story book and glanced at it with his deep phoenix eyes. He saw the clear and beautiful young man in the book, with his big watery eyes open and being hugged tightly by a pair of strong arms.

Chu Ye's pupils shrank, and he closed the notebook in his hand as if he had been burned.

Without a second glance, Chu Ye could conclude that the beautiful young man in the book was Ning Xiaodan, who had disturbed him all the way.

It’s just...the paintings are all messy!

He squeezed the notebook in his hand tightly, and after a while he said to Bai Shu: "Take the two of them to the execution hall to receive their punishment."

Bai Shu bowed in response. He looked at the two people who were fighting inseparably just now, but now they were like mourning concubines, and said coldly: "Why don't you go quickly?!"

The two of them followed Bai Shu away in despair. Chu Ye paused looking at the backs of the people, then strode back to his room.

The door closed, and Chu Ye walked towards the desk holding the notebook in his hand.

As usual, he sat upright at the table, with the "The Story The Prime Minister and I Have to Tell" neatly placed on the table.

Chu Ye looked at the title of the book as if he didn't recognize it, and gradually became obsessed with reading it.

It wasn't until Baizhu finished dealing with the two worried subordinates and entered the room with a tea cup that Chu Ye came back to his senses slightly.

Bai Zhu put down the tea cup, curiously looked at the storybook on the table and asked: "Master, what kind of storybook did Thirteenth buy back? How could he make Nineteenth fight with him non-stop, and asked the two of them who Did not say."

Chu Ye did not answer Baizhu's question. He quickly took a book and covered the bright notebook on the table.

Then he took the tea cup and said calmly: "There is nothing to do today, so there is no need to wait here. Go down."

Bai Shu looked at his master in surprise and silently retreated.

Chu Ye took a sip of tea, picked up the book on the table, and read slowly.

Chu Ye stared at the book for two quarters of an hour, and found to his helplessness that he could not read a single word in the book he used to read with gusto.

Ning Yu's innocent sleeping face lying in his arms alternately flashed with the scene in the book where the young man was held by a pair of strong arms. Chu Ye closed his eyes slightly and pursed his beautiful thin lips into a straight line.

The image in his mind lingered, and Chu Ye took a breath. He put down the book a little irritably, opened the window, and looked at the thick night in trance.

Bai Shu stood in the corridor, looking at his master's tall figure standing at the window, his face blurred in the shadow of the candlelight, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

Bai Shu called out somewhat awkwardly: "Master, what are your orders?"

Chu Ye didn't answer.

After a while, Chu Ye's voice, as low as wine, sounded softly in the endless night: "Nothing happened."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand in front of Bai Zhu's surprised eyes and gently closed the window.

Afterwards, Bai Shu saw his master who didn't rest until midnight every day. He put out the lights and went back to the dormitory without any delay.

He touched the back of his head and muttered unconsciously: "What kind of book of fairy tales can make people so abnormal?!"