i have a sword fairy

Under the table, his other hand, which was covered, also spread out his slender fingers.

Zhao Rong's eyes did not look under the desk.

Face as usual.

The same is true for Zhu Yourong.

Everything goes without saying.

At this time, Zhao Rong's other hand felt that the jade hand that had pulled his sleeve before was loosened.

Zhao Rong waited silently for a while.

In the next second, a soft and cool touch came to my heart from the palm of my hand like a spring breeze.

It was the belly of that jade hand that Zhu Yourong placed under the table.

She tapped on his palm.

This is also the first intimate contact between the two.

Zhao Rong only felt numbness where his palms touched.

Like a gentle electric current, it flows quietly where the skins of the two meet.

But I don't know how she feels at the moment, is it the same?

Zhao Rong glanced sideways at Zhu Yourong.

She was biting her red lips lightly, her eyes were staring straight at the pen, she was writing seriously, her expression was unprecedentedly focused.

It seems that at this moment, the two of them are hiding under the table, touching the white fingers on his palm, not hers.

However, Zhao Rong still saw some unusual clues.

The handwriting that Zhu Yourong was writing was slightly... flustered.

Zhao Rong blinked.

The hands under the table of the two touched each other.

Give them a moment of pause and silence.

But immediately, Zhao Rong knew what Zhu Yourong was going to do.

Under the mahogany desk, Zhu Yourong's bold onion finger moved.

In the palm of Zhao Rong's hand, it was outlined stroke by stroke.

It turned out to be writing.

Zhao Rong suddenly found it interesting.

He raised his head calmly and glanced at the other three women in the study at the moment.

I saw that none of them should have paid attention to something slightly out of bounds that was happening, but they were doing their own things.

Yu Huaijin was playing the piano on the piano platform on the other side of the room.

Sitting on the mahogany round stool with bent legs, Bifang took out the fiery red food bag again, and was eating weird snacks.

Jingzi leaned next to Bifang.

He watched helplessly as the latter ate, and murmured in his mouth.

Although her voice is small, she is also chirping, as if she is naturally close to Bifang.

However, in Zhao Rong's view, there was some strange timidity in this closeness.

For example, at this time, this soft girl named Bifang seemed to be giving Jingzi a treat without regard to snacks.

The girl in blue had no choice but to open her mouth slightly and stare blankly.

Everything in the study is normal.

Well, except him and Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong added something in his heart.

Although Yu Huaijin, Jingzi and Bifang looked at them from time to time, they seemed to be unaware of the small movements of the two people in front of the desk.

Hey, why does it feel a little irritating...

Zhao Rong thought subconsciously.

It's just that he forgot all about it, because Zhu Yourong was in the palm of his left hand, using the jade finger as a brush, and the characters outlined were almost finished.

"forever?"

After feeling it for a while, Zhao Rong thought to himself.

What does she mean by writing the character 'forever'?

At this moment, after Zhu Yourong drew the last stroke, she quietly withdrew her hand, just like she did just now.

A quiet and elegant appearance that nothing happened.

And the moment she finished writing the inexplicable word 'Yong'.

Zhao Rong didn't know if it was an illusion, but his palms felt a little hot.

Uh, heat generated by friction?

Zhao Rong laughed dumbfounded.

As for the meaning of Zhu Yourong's sudden little action...

Uh, the female teacher, who looks quiet and intellectual on the surface, actually has a fiery and rebellious heart. At this moment, under the eyes of everyone, she is doing secret things with male students under the table, seeking excitement?

Well, the more dignified and elegant, the more unrestrained.

The more people there are, the more exciting it is.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

He decided that if the writing just now was just a tentative flirting, then if Zhu Yourong wanted to move on a larger scale, he must resolutely refuse.

Well, be decisive.

Let her respect herself.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly, and continued to open his hands.

It's just that he waited for a long time, but Zhu Yourong didn't make any other moves.

Moreover, Zhao Rong found that the words she was writing became even and stable, as if her thoughts had been put into it.

Was he persuaded to retreat by his uncontrollable righteousness?

Get lost?That would save trouble.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, then thought about the word 'forever' just now.

Forever...forever?

He suddenly said in a serious tone: "The word I taught you last time has already entered the classroom, from now on... there is no need to write it again."

Inside the room, both Yu Huaijin and Jing Zi looked up immediately.

However, after looking at the two people at the table for a while, it seems that there is no suspicion.

Bifang lowered her head and rummaged through the fiery red embroidered pouch, and picked out a 'snack' she had found in the North Sea, and stuffed it into the small mouth of the cherry under the corner of Jingzi's eyes.

Happily squinting and savoring.

This weak girl who seemed to have a lot of "benefactors" muttered something while chewing on snacks.

“真……唔……玩……”

In front of the mahogany desk.

Zhao Rong still looked normal.

The sentence just now has two meanings.

Firstly, judging from his critical eyes, the word 'Yong' written by Zhu Yourong is indeed acceptable,

The second is... Teacher, please respect yourself, don't do small tricks, and... don't hint anything.

Zhu Yourong's beautiful face was peaceful, she was writing silently with her head down.

After she heard the words, she didn't speak.

After about a stick of incense.

Seeing that Zhu Yourong's calligraphy was progressing well, Zhao Rong praised him a few words, and then told him to arrange some calligraphy matters.

He bowed his hands and said goodbye.

Yu Huaijin lingered for a while, talked with the teacher for a while, and took Bifang to leave.

Everyone scattered.

Lan Xuan's study returned to silence.

It is deserted and deserted, like an empty valley.

And the only remaining woman in pure white Confucian shirt with the fragrance of orchids in the room turned her head to look in the direction where a certain man left, and after a while of silence, she shook her temples slightly.

"fool."

The voice is soft and soft.

After scolding a certain impure and cranky guy.

Zhu Yourong looked down at the slender index finger that was writing on Zhao Rong's palm not long ago, and narrowed her eyes.

That should be the best word 'forever' she has ever written as a half-step Nascent Soul Confucian monk.

……

at night.

Dongli Xiaozhu North House.

The casements were closed.

There were no lights.

In the darkness, there was a strange 'wind sound'.

A man is walking around with his eyes closed.

Dance soundly.

Zhao Rong entered that mysterious and mysterious boxing realm again.

Fist all over the body.

Dance like a dreamer.

Drunken people, Xingsheng punches.

The five-movement boxing style of "Negative Mountain Rank" is simple and unpretentious.

But the rhyme is magical.

In Zhao Rong's vision.

A crimson fire dragon that was already in the state of a half-formed flood dragon, like a thunder falling straight down, crashed into a certain meridian pass.

He accumulated many days before.

Now, with the help of the lingering rhyme of the seventh cup of Zhengguan well water in the daytime, it is impacting the seventh meridian of the eight extra meridians.

Yin dimension vein.

a moment.

in the dark.

The curtain in front of the bed, which had been tumbling in the wind, suddenly calmed down gradually.

Immediately, a pair of star pupils lit up, like stars in the sky, falling into the house.

Shining and shining.

"Whoo~"