The female supporting system of the rebirth of the last world is too calm

Chapter 61 Writing a Review

Si Qingcang took Ling Yi out of the Si family's old house.

In the cold night, a big warm hand rested on Ling Yi's shoulder.

Ling Yi looked at Si Qingcang who was almost holding her whole body in his arms, "Uncle Si?"

"The road is dark, you can't see the road, I will take you there."

Compared with the summer nights before the apocalypse, there is a huge difference between the summer nights after the apocalypse!

Just after dinner, the sky is already darker than a winter night.

Ling Yi looked down at her feet, and sure enough...

Not only did she not see the road under her feet, she didn't even see her own toes.

"Can Uncle Si see the road?"

Si Qingcang nodded, "My current power level is relatively high."

People with stronger abilities have stronger five senses, and now he is already a person with abilities at the end of the third level.

Not to mention that he had devoured the crystal nucleus of a person with mutated eyes before, even if he didn't use this ability now, he was already a third-level person with the ability to see the path under his feet.

But now he wanted to take a good look at the person in his arms, so he used the ability related to eyes.

So, along the way, without Ling Yi's knowledge, Si Qingcang ate a lot of tofu with her eyes.

No matter how long the road is, there will be an end.

Ling Yi was silent all the way, and followed Si Qingcang to the place where he was going to write the review.

"here is?"

Ling Yi looked at Si Qingcang in confusion, "Uncle Si, why did you bring me to the top floor of the office building?"

Isn't this the place where Si Qingcang handles official business?
"I just happened to have some things to deal with, so you can write the review here." Si Qingcang's voice was hoarse and restrained.

"Uncle Si??"

Ling Yi was unwilling to be in the same room with such a smart person.

Si Qingcang found a few pieces of snow-white A4 paper and a black pen, and handed them to Ling Yi who was standing at the door.

Sensing Ling Yi's reluctance, Si Qingcang smiled slightly, "The light here is just right, why are you still wearing sunglasses?"

Si Qingcang's words successfully made Ling Yi hold back everything he was about to say next.

Ling Yi silently took the paper and pen from Si Qingcang's hand, and said nothing more.

"No, you can write on the table next to me."

Ling Yi: I don't want to be that close to you.

"Okay, Uncle Si."

After Ling Yi finished speaking, she lowered her head and sat where Si Qingcang pointed.

She was afraid that Si Qingcang would talk about the sunglasses on her face again.

Because of this, Ling Yi, who lowered his head, did not see the unconcealable smile in Si Qingcang's eyes.

"Then sit here and write slowly, don't rush."

Ling Yi, who hadn't touched paper and pen for a long time, held the pen in her hand in a posture that even she felt awkward.

Then she used her mental power to tell Si Lan where she was now.

Si Lan: ...

Si Lan felt that she wanted to cry now...

'Hurry up and tell me the content of the review, you finish it quickly, I will finish writing earlier, leave earlier, and leave here earlier. '

The three breakfasts also showed Ling Yi's eagerness to leave here.

For some reason, Ling Yi always felt that something was wrong with Si Qingcang now.

"—"

Before he had time to think about what was wrong, Si Qingcang grabbed Ling Yi's right hand.

Warm breath fell on Ling Yi's head, and Ling Yi did not dare to raise her head and look at Si Qingcang.

Because she was afraid that if she looked up when they were so close, Si Qingcang would find that she was not breathing.

"How long has it been since you wrote? Why can't you even hold a pen?"

Si Qingcang's voice was as calm as ever, but if Ling Yi dared to look up at him, he would find that the expression on his face was actually not that calm.

Excitement, excitement, restraint and other emotions were revealed on his face that could not be concealed.

"It's been a long time since I wrote." Ling Yi vaguely answered Si Qingcang's question.

"Then I will teach you how to write well now."

Si Qingcang adjusted Ling Yi's pen holding posture.

Si Qingcang held Ling Yi's hand and wrote the three characters of the "Reflection" in cold calligraphy.

Si Qingcang's words are the same as his impression, with a kind of rigor and restraint.

After recovering from the three words written by Si Qingcang, Ling Yi hurriedly tried to pull his right hand out of Si Qingcang's hand.

But she didn't succeed.

The last time she was able to escape from Si Qingcang's grasp successfully, it was because Si Qingcang didn't react for a moment after touching her pulse.

But this time, Si Qingcang, who had already been prepared, held Ling Yi's right hand with just the right amount of strength. This was a strength that made Ling Yi neither feel the restraint nor break free.

Ling Yi tried to grab her right hand a few times, but she didn't succeed in pulling her hand out of Si Qingcang's.

Si Qingcang felt Ling Yi's struggle, he pinched Ling Yi's face with his free left hand, "Don't make trouble, write well."

Ling Yi: ...

"Uncle Si—"

Ling Yi lowered her head and called Si Qingcang to remind him to let go of his hand.

Restraining the regret in his heart, Si Qingcang let go of his right hand.

"Do you still need me to teach you how to write next?" With his left hand resting on Ling Yi's side, Si Qingcang quietly wrapped his breath around the person in his arms.

Ling Yi shook her head and said, "Go and do your own business, I will sit here honestly and write a review."

tsk—

Si Qingcang sighed regretfully in his heart, then returned to his office chair, and began to deal with a large pile of documents that he had accumulated over the past few days.

Time passed silently.

After Ling Yi finished writing the 4000-word self-criticism under Si Lan's dictation, she looked up at Si Qingcang, who was working hard.

It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive. Looking at Si Qingcang's sharp side face, Ling Yi agrees with this sentence very much.

Isn't it the most attractive to work quietly without disturbing her man?

However, in this quiet atmosphere, Ling Yi didn't have time to be in a daze.

Because Silan has been passing through the spiritual thread, urging her to hand in the confession quickly and go back quickly.

(End of this chapter)