Chapter 107 Bad Kids
Tonight, the two video-chatted as usual, and soon after, Duan Mingxiao fell asleep again.
The young master placed his head on the pillow, deliberately making a comfortable position, revealing his delicate profile and smooth jawline.
Foolish Chun would surely be captivated by my perfect sleeping face.
Cong Chun stared intently at the screen and noticed the young master unconsciously taking off his headphones.
It seems she has really fallen asleep.
Why has the young master been going to bed so early these past few days?
The next second, Cong Chun took out French materials from the drawer. They were covered with dense writing and detailed notes.
Cong Chun diligently practiced his pronunciation in front of Duan Mingxiao, who was "asleep" on the other end of the video call, treating him as if he were an examiner.
He diligently practiced his lip movements while looking at himself in the video, but learning French is not an easy task.
Cong Chun was practicing so diligently that he didn't notice the young master, who had been sleeping on the pillow, secretly watching him with one eye open.
Duan Mingxiao couldn't help but chuckle to himself, wondering what Chun Chun was muttering to himself.
The next second, Cong Chun keenly raised his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly. The young master immediately noticed that his other ear was still covered by the Bluetooth device, which was hidden by the pillow.
Duan Mingxiao immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, squeezing them shut tightly, afraid that Cong Chun would find out.
Cong Chun stared intently at Duan Mingxiao, who was "asleep" on the other side of the screen, for a long time.
Previously, the dog that Grandma raised would pretend to be asleep in front of people, and then sneak out when Grandma wasn't paying attention, making Cong Chun search for it for a long time.
But Cong Chun saw that the young master was still sleeping, with his eyes closed, and looked like he was sleeping very soundly. Cong Chun subconsciously thought it was his imagination.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun refocused his attention, looked at the French self-study materials he had collected, and continued practicing.
Cong Chun opened and closed his mouth, reciting very seriously, almost syllable by syllable, learning some everyday French phrases.
He also meticulously translated his design concepts into French.
The next second, a deep, alluring male voice entered Cong Chun's ears, a voice that was both soothing and magnetic.
This is a French sentence.
"Quand tu parles lentement, le temps semble ralentir, mais mon cur se retourne et s'approche inexorablement de toi."
(When you speak slowly, time seems to slow down, but my heart beats in the opposite direction, unable to stop itself from moving closer to you.)
Perhaps it's because this language is inherently romantic, and it sounds like love talk.
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then looked up at the screen.
Duan Mingxiao had already opened his eyes. The man was lying on the pillow, his dark hair falling over his forehead. He had a rare sense of docility. For a moment, it was as if Fang Congchun saw the Duan Mingxiao of the past.
The young master looked at him with a smile, his eyes deep and his features handsome.
"Would you like to learn French?"
"How about I teach you?"
On the other side of the screen, Cong Chun obediently shook his head, his drooping dog staring at Duan Mingxiao without blinking, and then replied with two words in broken French.
"J'espère que tu te reposes bien."
"Parce que tu es quelqu'un d'important dans mon cur."
(I hope you get some rest.)
(Because you are a very important person to me.)
Duan Mingxiao was stunned, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes. He really was…
Then the boy subtly curled the corners of his lips, pouting, his face showing a youthful air. Why does Chun Chun always say things like that…
That wretched, naughty child.
She was always trying to seduce him.
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