Chu Zheng returned to the room, Bu Qing was already sitting upright behind the desk practicing calligraphy.

After a period of practice, although the words were not written very beautifully, they were not crawling by dogs.

When Chu Zheng entered the door, Bu Qing held up the copybook to show her, like a child asking for praise.

"It's very well written." Chu Zheng praised her with no thoughts.

Bu Qing didn't know if he didn't hear it or if he heard it. As long as it was her praise, he would be happy.

The boy took a pen and wrote on paper.

——But I can’t write your name well.

——Can you teach me?

"Take it."

Bu Qing immediately took the pen and ink and ran to Chu Zheng, and took the initiative to sit next to Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng surrounded him, rubbed her lips against Bu Qing's cheek.

The boy looked slightly, his eyes met in the air, and something seemed to be growing in the air.

Bu Qing heard his heartbeat, and the sounds in his ears were like thunder, which made his blood boil all over his body.

Bu Qing swallowed, pursed the corners of his lower lips, and closed his eyes slightly.

"I want me to kiss you?"

“…”

Bu Qing shook his head violently, turned his head, but he blocked his head with one hand next to him and broke his head back.

The familiar breath invaded, Bu Qing had no power to resist, his eyes closed slightly, and he vaguely saw her appearance. His eye feathers swept across his skin, and the trembling feeling made him feel rippling.
Chapter completed!