Fuck you

There are six or seven books, Mingyuegui glanced at it, and the top one was about illusion spells, Xinghe ignored Mingyuegui, just said "huh" to Aowen, and then walked towards the study with big strides.

Ming Yuegui chased after him, and poked his back with his finger: "Hey, you are so stingy, what are you so angry about!"

Xinghe walks like flying.

"I don't know what kind of old grudge you have with Cangming!"

Xinghe was still walking like flying, when the wind blew over, Ming Yuegui who was too close was hit in the face by Xinghe's long hair.

Ming Yuegui touched her face, and poked Xinghe hard with the other hand: "You are sick!"

Ao Wen hugged the book tightly and hung it far behind. Lord Youyang is too abnormal today, but since the son moved in, Lord Youyang has often been abnormal, probably because the apprentice is too disobedient?

Fortunately, I have gotten used to it, and today I can still speak fluently under Youyang Jun's murderous eyes!I must brag to those timid things in a while.

Xinghe vigorously opened the door of the study room, adjusted an indifferent expression, then turned around, stood on the steps and stared at the bright moon that was only as high as his chest, as if looking at an ant: "Stop talking nonsense, talk to me!" I'll come in."

Ming Yuegui shut her mouth and followed obediently.

He didn't know why he obediently followed in. He probably lost his mind and couldn't receive the order to resist at all.

Or maybe he secretly kissed Xinghe with a guilty conscience.

Xinghe's study room is very large, and rows of bookshelves occupy most of the space, leaving only a place near the window for tables and chairs.

Aowenmen didn't even enter, so he forced the book to Mingyuegui.

Mingyuegui kicked Aowen slightly, and when she turned her head, Xinghe was staring at him with a sullen face.

Mingyuegui suddenly found that he was the bottom sweeping boy in the entire mansion, cleaning the house, cooking, washing clothes, serving tea and water, without any complaints.

Why am I so virtuous!

That stupid boy Aowen was sitting in the courtyard like a master yesterday, eating melon seeds and watching me wash clothes!

Ming Yuegui threw the book on the table, he didn't dare to use any force, so he just wanted to protest.

Xinghe watched his performance indifferently, sat down flipping through the transfiguration notebook at the top, and pointed to a chair beside the desk: "Sit."

Mingyuegui really wanted to teach this big-tailed wolf a lesson, but he could eat people with a soft mouth and short hands. Whenever he wanted to rise up, he would count over and over in his heart everything that Xinghe had done for him, Mingli and secretly. After counting it once, I feel more balanced in my heart, and I can also suppress a smile by the way.

"Why?" He spread his hands on the table with a smile, resting his chin on his arms and said, "I know all these, don't you want to teach me again?"

The big smiling eyes looked cute and innocent, and Xinghe felt a little itchy, so he reached out and patted his forehead: "Read a book with me."

Why do you think it's a big deal!

Xinghe's voice was rarely softened, Mingyuegui looked at him with raised eyebrows, Xinghe made this intimate gesture naturally, and he accepted it without surprise, as if the two should get along like this.

He just straightened up out of boredom, and then tilted his head and propped his chin with his hands like a boneless one. His beautiful big eyes were shining with water, and the galaxy in the center of the water was slightly swaying.

Xinghe reads very fast, the room is quiet only the crisp sound of papers being flipped.Mingyue Gui likes this kind of feeling very much - the sky outside the house is just right, the breeze is warm, the two of them stay quietly in the house, and they will not feel embarrassed if they don't talk, as if there is only this study room left in the world, only him And the man across the desk.

I heard Fairy say before that a man who concentrates on doing something is the most attractive, and Ming Yuegui believed it as much as he scoffed at it before.

He felt that he was about to be sucked away by the person opposite from his hair to his bones, his neck was sore and his arms were numb, his whole body turned into a puddle of boneless hot mud. .

The sunlight that leaked in through the window sills fell on Xinghe's earlobe, forehead, and tip of his nose, slipped over the faintly streamlined dark lines of flying dragons on his clothes, sprinkled over his clear and slender fingers, and the handwriting on the handwriting that penetrated the back of the paper.

Even though he could memorize each of these books by heart, he still read them with great concentration. His indifferent and alienated temperament settled into an elegant and restrained Qingyue Qingfeng, and the faint bookishness between his brows became a fatal attraction. source.

Mingyue Gui looked at Xinghe with a good glance, her eyes were full of blatant little greed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

See his nimble fingers circle the pages of the book, see the subtle rise and fall of his chest when he breathes, see his light-colored but moderately thick lips, see the small fluff on the tip of his nose under the sun, and the long and slightly hanging hair. Curly eyelashes.

Every place seems to be shining, and every place fascinates Mingyuegui.He couldn't help but think of the marks this person had left on him, and blushed quietly.

On the lips, on the neck, on the shoulders, and a little further down, there are a few bruises on the back and thighs.

If he hadn't experienced it himself, who would have believed that Youyang Jun, the true war god of Jiuchongtian, still had such a wild side, and that sentence of "don't move baby" with a nasal sound made Mingyuegui's heart beat so fast that he wanted to explode in retrospect.

It didn't take long for Xinghe to finish flipping through one book, he picked up the second one, and inadvertently looked up and saw Mingyuegui sitting opposite him, only to realize that he was not alone in the room.

The moment their eyes met, Ming Yuegui quickly lowered her head, shaking her broken hair on her forehead with one hand and tapping on the table lightly with the other, as if she was extremely bored and impatient to wait.

Xinghe's unretracted hand froze in the air, and his eyes stopped on Mingyuegui's face in astonishment.

Although it was only for a short moment and Mingyuegui reacted very quickly, Xinghe still caught a slight difference when he was caught off guard.

He had never noticed that Mingyue Gui looked at him like this, those eyes were extremely gentle, the dark pupils reflected a little bit of bright sky light, as if they were so focused that they wanted to put his whole body in it.

Although Xinghe has never been in contact with these romantic affairs and has no experience in love, the dream he had yesterday after being drunk or the actual scene is still very clear, he can even recall the sweet taste of fruit between the other party's lips and tongue.

This made him involuntarily become sensitive, and he could easily feel the strangeness in Mingyuegui's eyes without thinking.

His hands trembled suddenly, Xinghe clutched the spine of the book, and then gently and carefully placed it on the desk.

The room was extremely quiet, Mingyuegui seemed to hear his own crazy heartbeat.

He put his chin on another hand, casually glanced at Xinghe from the corner of his eye, and pretended to be nasty: "What are you looking at, am I about to get fleas if I don't look at it? Hurry up."

Xinghe was not much calmer than him, he didn't even listen to what Qingming Yuegui was saying, he just kept repeating a sentence in his heart.

Is it an illusion?

Is it an illusion?

Is it an illusion?