shock!The cannon fodder is actually in love [Quick wear]

The last pen fell, and before Chen Heming put the pen down beside him, Wei Chuxian's voice of praise sounded.

"Okay!" Wei Chuxian carefully held up the copybook to appreciate, "It floats like a dragon, and it looks like a dragon. Good words, good words..."

It was the first time Chen Heming realized that he was also an ordinary person, and he couldn't stop laughing when he was praised, so he could only restrain his lips and said modestly, "Well, it's better than others."

Just a joke, he has experienced so many worlds, many of them are calligraphers in the original body, his calligraphy attainments are not to say the pinnacle, at least in this world he is definitely considered a master.Wei Chuxian has a really good eye, otherwise how could he fall in love with him.

Chen Heming was just flattered by his lover's compliment, and when he praised Wei Chuxian, he didn't forget to praise himself again secretly.

Fortunately, he wasn't thick-skinned to the extreme, so he didn't really say anything, but just by the smile on his face, Wei Chuxian could tell that he was useful.

"It's not just a little better than others," Wei Chuxian said after putting away the rice paper, "Can Heming teach me such a good character?"

Chen Heming was taken aback, "Teach you?" He remembered that Wei Chuxian's calligraphy was also excellent, so did he need to learn another font?

Although he was puzzled, since Wei Chuxian wanted to learn and he happened to be fine, he agreed.

First, he picked a few characters and demonstrated them in front of Wei Chuxian, explaining how to write them in detail. Then Chen Heming looked at the man with a focused expression, and suddenly he wanted to be a teacher.

"Do you understand, do you need me to tell you again?"

"Well," Wei Chuxian seemed to hesitate. "I roughly wrote it down, but I don't know how much I can learn from writing it. Why don't I try to write it first."

"If there is something wrong, can you point it out for me?"

I thought that Wei Chuxian was just being modest, but who would have thought that when he wrote down a few words without touching any edges, it was still his Wei Chuxian's habit of writing, which made Chen Heming frown.

Wei Chuxian rubbed his temples in distress, looking at Chen Heming with apprehensive eyes, for fear that he would be dissatisfied.

"Heming, why don't you teach me again? This time I will study hard."

Wei Chuxian's low-browed and pleasing appearance made Chen Heming's heart skip a beat, but he was still smiling.

"Okay, if I don't teach you by hand, the effect will be better."

"Then thank Heming." Wei Chuxian's eyes lit up, and he immediately responded with a smile, not even the slightest bit melancholy.

Chen Heming couldn't help laughing.He said why he suddenly wanted to learn characters from him, and it turned out that was the idea.

The old man spends a lot of time.

The two approached tacitly, and the young man covered his palms from behind. The faint scent of ambergris woven into a net tightly locked Wei Chuxian's breath, making his ears tinged with seductive pink.

"The momentum is going to..."

The young man was explaining to him the points to pay attention to when writing, but not a word fell into his mind, only the body subconsciously cooperated, and his mind had already drifted to the young man.

When did the boy actually stand half a head taller than him, and even his shoulders became much wider. He thought he had to bend down a little to cooperate with Heming to write well, but he didn't expect that he was worrying too much...

When I was a child, it was a sweet and soft ball, but now it has grown into a man.However, with He Ming's current height and shape, when he hugged him, it actually gave him a sense of oppression. It would be even more difficult for him to hold him down...

Chen Heming seemed to be teaching Wei Chuxian how to practice calligraphy seriously, but in fact, most of his attention was on Wei Chuxian. He had already seen that Wei Chuxian was distracted, but his face was getting redder and redder. Did he think of something unsuitable for children?

"Wei Chuxian!" Chen Heming pretended to be dissatisfied with a cold face, and called Wei Chuxian by name, "Are you still practicing calligraphy?"

The boy's voice was mixed with ice and snow, and it suddenly sounded in Wei Chuxian's ear, which startled him, and he had to turn his head to explain by reflex.

"Practice... hiss!"

In a panic, Wei Chuxian forgot their current posture, turned his head and bumped into Chen Heming's nose in a hurry.

"My nose..." Chen Heming cried out in pain, covering his nose that had been severely hit.

Chen Heming is extremely intolerant of pain, especially this world has been held and protected by Wei Chuxian since he was a child. Coaxing and blowing, not to mention the fragile and sensitive nose that was hit now, the pain made his voice cry.

"Does it hurt? Let me see..." Wei Chuxian blamed himself and was anxious. Seeing the boy's red eyes and the tears floating in his eyes, his heartstrings tightened, wishing to bear the pain for the boy.

Wei Chuxian rubbed and pressed his nose gently in distress, and from time to time, he would blow on it according to the request of the squeamish, saying that he wanted to blow away the pain, but he did not know that the squeamish had already stopped the tears, and a pair of black eyes fell directly on the on his exhaling lips.

"It still hurts a bit." Sniffing, Chen Heming pulled Wei Chuxian's sleeve, acting pitifully like a baby.

"I'm going to ask someone to bring in the imperial physician." Wei Chuxian wiped away the water from the boy's eyes, and couldn't sit still anymore, but the boy held his hand and refused to let him leave.

"You don't need to ask the imperial doctor, just let me blow it up."

Pulling Wei Chuxian to sit down on the soft couch, Chen Heming naturally turned around and sat in the man's arms, wrapped his hands around the man's neck, slightly lowered his head and approached the man's lips, "Okay, let's blow."

Wei Chuxian's hand was shaking all the time, and it took a long time to slowly place it on the young man's waist. His sexy Adam's apple kept rolling, as if he was extremely thirsty.

"Okay." Wei Chuxian's voice was hoarse, like the dark night, "I'll blow it for you."

Gusts of warm wind plucked at the tip of his sensitive nose, every nerve in Chen Heming was throbbing, clamoring to go a little further and eat the man under him!

"It's too far away, blow it closer..." Dazed, Chen Heming seemed to be drunk, and slowly approached Wei Chuxian. When he came back to his senses, he had already firmly pressed Wei Chuxian Then, his lips blocked Wei Chuxian's, and he refused to let go for a moment.

"Wei Chuxian...Mr. Wei...Ah Xian..." Chen Heming pecked and kissed his red lips, and at the same time called the man's name, burying his head in the safe shoulder of the man like a lost puppy. "Ah Xian, help me, help me..."

But he couldn't tell what to help, so he could only ask the restrained man for help.

Wei Chuxian's face was already red to the point of bleeding.

Although he doesn't care about men and women, he still knows what he should know about his identity and age.

Now he was crushed by the child he loved since he was a child and asked for help, and a quick glance down made his face burn.

"Let go of me first." Wei Chuxian patted the young man's back to comfort him, he just wanted to leave the blushing and heart-warming atmosphere first, and think clearly before speaking.

Chen Heming didn't follow him, instead he pressed him even harder, as if he was afraid that he would run away, he widened his eyes and said fiercely, "I don't want it!"

After finishing speaking, as if regretting it, he softened his voice and kissed Wei Chuxian's lips, smiling obediently and sweetly, "Let go of you and run away. Ah Xian, can you help me? Brother Wei?"

There was a bang in Wei Chuxian's mind, and the sky was full of fireworks, and his tongue couldn't be straightened. "Wei...Brother Wei?"

Chen Heming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly leaned into the man's ruby-like ear and called out "Brother Wei" a few times in a soft voice, which made Wei Chuxian's soul fly away.

Wei Chuxian felt sore and soft at the tip of his heart, wishing to bring all the treasures in the world to Chen Heming, and give him everything he wanted.

Looking over the delicate and delicate young man inch by inch, Wei Chuxian sighed silently.

Forget it, He Ming was afraid of pain, if he avoided it today, would he be willing to bear He Ming's pain in the future?

Since he can't be ruthless, why should he brush his mind today, and make him angry later, why not coax him?Why bother with this.

After finding a good reason, Wei Chuxian's tense body finally relaxed.Although his face was still red, the eyes he looked at the boy were tolerant.

Holding the boy's hand and putting it on his waist, Wei Chuxian chased the boy's lips, and coaxed, "My Highness, please call Brother Wei again..."

"Brother Wei, Brother Wei..." Chen Heming chuckled, not only generously fulfilling the man's request, but also giving it back multiple times. His voice was sweeter than honey cake, and Wei Chuxian was so ashamed that he turned his head away and didn't dare to look at it again.

"Brother Wei is so flexible." In the closed room, a young man's smiling voice was vaguely heard, and he wanted to say more but was interrupted by a shy male voice, "Don't say any more!"

"I'll say it, I'll say it, Wei... ah! Wei Chuxian, are you a dog and you actually bite people!"

"Shut up!" The man's clear voice became hoarse at some point, and Chen Heming's breathing stopped for a moment.

"Okay, listen to my husband, I'll shut up." The young man's clear voice was full of ambiguity now, and what he said made Wei Chuxian's heart beat wildly.

"Call again..." Mr. Wei's voice was like a mosquito, and his black eyes stained with water were forced to look at the young man.

"What's your name?" Chen Heming seemed puzzled as he wiped off his thin sweat.

"Hmph..." Panting quickly escaped from her thin lips, Wei Chuxian rolled his eyes at the young man who was deliberately making trouble, but there was a bottomless tenderness in his eyes, "My name is Xianggong."

"Hey!" Chen Heming responded happily, and kissed the man's thin eyelids again, "Madam is so good."

"roll!"

"Are you murdering me?" The young man seemed unbelievable, and lowered his voice to seek compensation, "Madam, you have to call me one more time."

"roll!"

"Whoa, whoa..."

The autumn wind rolls up the dead leaves, leaving a room of spring.

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