Qian Duoduo was embarrassed...but raised her head confidently, and retorted: "If you hadn't suddenly laughed at me, would I have spilled the ink? You are just sophistry, unreasonable... Also, isn't it just a A piece of clothing plus an ink stick? It’s something good, at worst, this girl will go to the street and buy a basket for you at the street stall in a while.”
"Alright... I'm sophistry, I'm unreasonable... You Qian Duoduo is right in everything... Okay?" Long Muchen rubbed his temples, feeling a headache.
This girl's ability to beat back is perfect... It's obviously her fault, but she can just say that she was bullied...
Did she know that this ink stick was a treasure that came into the palace, and the entire Shengchen only had two pieces, but when it came to her mouth, it became a street commodity
However, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the girl is not happy.
Long Muchen took her hand, brought her in front of him, and pressed her onto the chair. Originally, Qian Duoduo was still a little unhappy, but as soon as she sat down, Long Muchen's head slid down before her butt fell to the ground. close to his shoulder.
Feeling his breathing lightly ringing in her ears, Qian Duoduo became honest all of a sudden.
"Duo'er, can I teach you how to write brush characters?"
Seeing that Qian Duoduo didn't speak, Long Muchen picked up the brush and put it in Qian Duoduo's little hand, and then held her hand with his palm, leading her to slide strokes on the paper with.
Long Muchen's palms were extremely hot, holding weapons for many years, and even a little callus grew, scratching her itchy.
Qian Duoduo turned her face slightly and raised her head, she didn't know what he was writing with her.
It's just that the man in front of him looked focused, and his restrained breath was very calm.
Long Muchen felt that the little girl seemed to be distracted, so he also looked down at her.
So, in a trance, one was sitting, the other was bending over, one was above, and the other was below.
The distance between the two lips seems to be only the thickness of a coin, so close that even the sound of each other's breathing can be easily felt.
The huge study room became silent in an instant, except for the ambiguous/ambiguous air gradually rising, only the thumping heartbeat...
Constantly intertwined.
This is not the first time that Qian Duoduo has had such close contact with Long Muchen, last time he was kissed by him in the imperial garden...
But this time, looking at his glass-like pupils, which contained deep feelings, they were so charming that it was irresistible to want to sink.
Qian Duoduo's face turned red with a brush.
He quickly lowered his head, his tone flickering: "Look at me, didn't you say you want to teach me how to write..."
Long Muchen looked at her small and delicate earlobes dyed a layer of pink, and his heart blossomed with joy, thinking that when a girl is shy, she is so beautiful...
His lips approached her earlobe in a mischievous way, and he said very charmingly: "If you hadn't looked at me so affectionately, how could I have stopped?"
Qian Duoduo was teased, so angrily she was about to reach out and move Long Muchen's head away, but Long Muchen didn't let her move at all, and directly wrapped her in his arms with both arms, and continued to hold her. Small hand, take her to write.
This time, Qian Duoduo didn't say a word, but her head was a mess, and she didn't know where her mind wandered.