The muscles were uniform, even more magnificent and impressive than what you see in a gym.
Nanzhi was dazzled by the sights and couldn't stop watching.
003 screamed in her ear: "Zhizhi, you're so lucky!"
Nan Zhi slurped her saliva: "You said I've divorced Mu Yao, can I choose one from here?"
003 glanced at Mu Yao's favorability rating, which was only 5%, and stroked her chin thoughtfully: "I don't think he'll object."
Nan Zhi pretended to be shy and confused, feigning that she was looking for Mu Yao, but in reality, she kept glancing at him.
[That's enough, that's enough. That man is Mu Yao's deputy general. He has the best physique among these soldiers and is quite handsome. You've been staring at him for a full five minutes; he's already noticed you.]
Nanzhi still couldn't take her eyes off him. "What's his name? I'd like to get to know him."
His name is Yuan Heng.
Nan Zhi was led in by the guard at the entrance, and Jing Mo was right next to her.
It seems Yuan Heng hasn't rested yet.
But I was only wearing a nightgown, and I was covered with a blanket.
Yuan Heng came back to sleep in the evening, but I stayed in the study as usual.
Yuan Heng returned to the room with a gruff air about him. I casually tossed the food basket under the table, not bothering to do anything about it, but then Jingmo's words came to mind, and my hand instinctively lifted the lid.
Thank you for the monthly votes, my darlings! I love them!
003 looked like he was watching a bad show.
Looking at his empty palm, Yuan Heng felt no sense of loss.
I simply took your hand, held the back of your hand, and taught you to write stroke by stroke.
Jingmo glanced at them a few times, but she regarded these soldiers as inferiors and looked down on them.
Yuan Heng knew you had been taught several times, but seeing your movements were still stiff, he asked, "Was he not learning seriously?"
My powerful scent of hormones lingers around you, seeping into your nostrils, impossible to ignore, and Nanzhi's heart pounds wildly.
But today, I also know where that patience came from.
If I ever encounter someone that stupid again, Min Yong will have given up on teaching them long ago.
Jingmo bowed to Yuan Heng and said, "Madam Duo made some refreshing drinks to cool you down and specially sent some to the general."
Worried that no one would leave the house, and also afraid that Yuan Heng would catch a cold, Nan Zhi placed the windproof cover on the ground, made a loud noise, and carefully walked away.
Nanzhi heard the reminder and changed her posture again, but it was still correct.
Before I could even react, I instinctively reached out and tried to hug you...
I picked up a spoon and stirred the stuff outside, and scoffed, "It can't possibly taste bad."
You know what you're trying to say, and yet, Yuan Heng felt nothing soft pressed against my Adam's apple.
But you suddenly pushed me away, and without daring to look again, you ran out with a red face.
"Put all your clothes on, what do you look like now?"
Seeing your awkward handwriting, Min Yong unconsciously frowned.
The boy didn't seem too relaxed; he shifted slightly, and your soft hair brushed against my neck, tickling me and making me feel pleasantly cool.
However, this outfit suits him quite well. He is tall, with well-defined fingers, and his looks... if you ignore his thick beard, he is absolutely stunning.
Especially since I'm right in front of you, close to you, it's like a hug.
The moon is full in the night sky.
[Hey, Zhizhi, you were staring at Yuan Heng, and he saw you.]
Although Yuan Heng's appearance was as handsome as the chosen ones he would meet later, his temperament was unlike anything he had ever encountered.
*
Yuan Heng was not yet asleep on the couch.
I don't have OCD, but I can't help but think that other people write like that.
But there was a table right next to you, and when you walked over, you were bumped back and fell right out of my arms.
The outside is a porcelain bowl with a lid.
"He writes like that, and you'll always learn it."
Nan Zhi pursed her lips, took the food basket from Jing Mo's hand, and shoved it directly into Yuan Heng's hand.
Min Yong felt a thud in his chest.
My palms and fingertips are covered in calluses, and with every movement, they inevitably brush against Nanzhi. Thinking of something, Nanzhi's ear tips turn red.
"It's just another reminder: get lost."
Before finishing, she waited for Min Yong's reaction, then grabbed Jingmo's hand and ran away.
Thinking back to how Nanzhi looked at us shyly earlier, and how you gave Mu Yao a few more bad looks than she did, Yuan Heng felt a strange lack of anger.
Before Min Yongwan came back, Nanzhi was reviewing the new characters she had learned from the housekeeper. You are very slow; you can only learn a hundred characters a day.
Yuan Heng, holding the basket, watched as you turned back to steal a glance at me before running away.
As he said that, his hands stopped moving.
Stared at like that, Nan Zhi was only frightened for a few seconds before walking over in silence.
[Ding, Yuan Heng's dislike level has increased by 10%.]
As soon as Nanzhi arrived, she saw that the candlelight was still burning.
Nanzhi was asleep, worried that the candlelight would burn the books again, so you took a cloak and a few windproof covers and went to the study.
Yuan Heng went up to you, took the brush, and gave you a demonstration.
The family is too understanding; it's like a general issuing an order—who dares to obey?
Especially the swaying, fluttering skirt, against the backdrop of a barren training ground, made her seem less like an ethereal being.
How stupid!
Nanzhi walked over and reached out to pull the blanket up for me. As soon as she reached out, a weak little hand grabbed her throat and pushed her off the bed.
I instinctively looked up, but my gaze faltered slightly when I saw the boy's flushed face.
My hands are so small that they completely envelop you.
Nanzhi tried it, but nothing seemed strange.
Nan Zhi turned around and saw Mu Yao, dressed in a black and red outfit. He had arrived at some point, and his cold gaze was fixed on her, exuding a strong sense of pressure.
Before taking a sip, my expression froze for a moment, and I stubbornly said, "It's just like that."
As you turn to leave, you notice that the door isn't closed properly and the window is still open.
Your eyes and brows were smiling, which made you seem less stiff.
It's weak, yet exudes a powerful aura that makes it impossible for anyone to concentrate...
Yuan Heng gazed at your slender back, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Will everyone be trained to take off their clothes from now on?
Nanzhi got off the carriage, listened to the announcement, and a subtle smile appeared on her lips.
However, the way he holds the brush is still correct.
Nan Zhi opened her small eyes, and before realizing her offense, she froze for a moment, then immediately ran to the side.
The outside of my arms is fragrant and soft, a feeling I've never experienced before.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Even Mu Yao was an example.
When I came to my senses, I realized that the soldiers were all staring at Nanzhi's back.
No matter how tender my heart is, you can make me melt into your gentle touch.
Before I even opened it, I felt a blast of cool air hit me.
Yuan Heng also sensed that the atmosphere was right. Just as he was about to let go of you, he saw you suddenly turn your face to the side.
Just as Nan Zhi was about to go over and get to know Yuan Heng, the guard suddenly turned respectfully in one direction and said, "General."
Yuan Heng, his face expressionless and menacing, agreed: "Yes, take him away."
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