"It's not important at all." Nian Jinshu wrote carefully and scolded Yan Hui in his heart. He wrote Yan Hui's name without paying attention. Yan Hui's name is very simple and not difficult to write. This time it is not considered crazy cursive, and it is neatly written. If it is said to be good, it is not very good-looking, but it is also very ugly.

"What are you doing to write my name?" He asked against her shoulder, and the heat drilled into her ears. One of Nian Jinshu's ears was squeezed and said stubbornly, "Write whatever you want."

I scolded you in my heart and wrote it out accidentally.

Sitting like this always reminds her of the scene in the hot spring pond last night. Nian Jinshu was sitting on pins and needles and needles, and was violently pressed down on his waist several times. Why did he suddenly change his sexual desire?

"A Jin, your face is so red, what are you thinking?"

"I didn't think of anything." Nian Jinshu was determined and sweating with heat all over his body. It was autumn, and his arms were like a warm stove.

"Is that true?" Yan Hui didn't expose her, and held her wrist with one hand, really taught her to practice calligraphy. It would be better to say that she was holding her hand and writing.

His presence was too strong. He just stuck behind her, and she couldn't ignore the heat behind her, nor could she ignore it. Her heartbeat, in this world, she was sinking soberly.

Yan replied, "A Jin hasn't written a love letter to me yet."

His tone was quite regretful.

"I didn't write a love letter to Xiao Changfeng, either." Nian Jinshu thought to himself that even if he knew that she and Xiao Changfeng were talking to each other, he wouldn't open it up. After all, he was self-abuse. This was her own stupidity in her previous life. She really never wrote a letter in this life. "It's just some daily trivial matters, very boring, not a love letter."

"Then write me a love letter?"

"Don't write." Nian Jinshu flatly refused. What love letters are written? When we meet every day, we stay in the city every night. What are we doing when we write love letters? People don't see each other for a day, like three autumns, lovers write love letters thousands of miles away from each other, expressing their love feelings.

"Why?" Yan Hui pinched her wrist and wrote the word Yan Hui in strokes, as if she wanted to write a flower, "I'm not worthy of your love letter?"

“I can’t write.”

Yan Hui's name was written again and again, and it was better and better than the other. Nian Jinshu felt happy and suddenly asked, "Yan Hui, do you have any words to write a word?"

The geese return, "..."

His name is Nangui!

But no one knows it.

The Lord of Yanmen once said that when he was sixteen years old, he would get a word for him, but the Lord of Yanmen could not wait for his sixteen years old, so he didn't take the word for him. It was when Yan Hui sorted out the relics of Yanmen in his study and accidentally discovered the word for Yanmen taking.

If the elders are not here, the word "大" is simply not needed.

"No." Yan Hui's tone was a little dull. The Xizhou continent did not have the habit of choosing the word "table". Even if the word "table" was chosen, most of them were called names, and the word "table" was left to the closest people to shout.

Nian Jinshu was just chatting, Yan Hui breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively, "What kind of person is Nangui... the boy you met in the Demon World?"

"What a boy, he is an old man."

"Old man?" Yan replied narrowing her eyes.

"I'm not familiar with him." Nian Jinshu was afraid that he would think wrongly, so he almost raised his hand to swear.

"Xue Lan is right. If he is not familiar with it, why did he cross the Knife Mountain for you, cut thorns, and win the star konjac for you?" He was worried about Nian Jinshu's evaluation.

I feel like I see the color??

Rogue ruffian??

very good!
Chapter completed!