This is so unfair!
Fu Ying held a piece of chalk between her slender fingertips and tapped the blackboard casually, exuding an aura that was captivating.
She curled her red lips slightly, and a dangerous arc appeared at the corner of her eyes: "This is not a place for you to gossip."
Teng immediately restrained his expression, and his dark green eyes curved into a flattering arc: "Aying is right."
As the storm subsided, everyone took their seats.
Yu Li originally didn't want to join in the fun, but he also wanted to know what other secrets Fu Ying had.
Recognizing words doesn't sound difficult.
Fu Ying glanced at the seated people, gently stroked her bulging belly, and said, "Let's learn characters, starting with your names. After all, a name is a symbol that represents a person."
Hearing this, everyone became interested and looked at Fu Ying.
Bai Cang tapped the tabletop with his slender fingertips, a faint smile in his amber eyes, and said in a lingering and alluring voice, "But I think we should learn Aying's name first. I think Aying's name should be more beautiful than the most beautiful flower in the hunting season."
Teng looked up and saw the soft light in his female's eyes. The veins on his forehead suddenly jumped. Damn vixen!
Fu Ying looked at Bai Cang. His complexion became even more radiant against the backdrop of his crimson robe. Even when he was holding the cub, it did not affect his captivating demeanor at all. When it came to pleasing females, Bai Cang was far ahead of the rest.
"Okay." Fu Ying's eyes moved, he curled his lips, turned around and wrote the two words "Fu Ying" on the blackboard.
Her snow-white neck was faintly visible among her black hair. The males stared at the dazzling skin, each with their own thoughts.
The character "扶" is not difficult, but the character "楹" is not simple.
Bai Cang stared at the two characters on the blackboard, and a strange light flashed in his narrow fox eyes.
His slender fingertips unconsciously traced along the long table, and his thin lips slightly opened: "Fu... Ying..."
These two words rolled between Bai Cang's lips and teeth, carrying an indescribable ambiguity.
Yu Li stared at the two mysterious characters on the blackboard, his heart in turmoil. He knew very well how great an impact it would have if everything in the Orc Continent could be engraved by the characters.
Fu Ying was not lying, she really understood this, she was indeed a witch favored by the Beast God.
Teng was always irritable, but at this moment, looking at the words on the blackboard, his dark green eyes were full of piety. He broke the branch in his hand, knelt on one knee, and wrote on the ground stroke by stroke according to the words on the blackboard, a little clumsily.
Fu Ying's eyes fell on him, and the corners of her eyes raised slightly.
Teng is indeed the one with the worst temper and the most difficult to get along with, but his affection is also the most exposed.
Men should have different styles and let a hundred flowers bloom.
"There's paper and pen on the table. Since we're here to study..." Fu Ying deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his eyes sweeping across the beautiful animal pupils. He chuckled and said, "Then there should be a reward. The first one to learn my name..."
Her eyes moved and she curled her lips: "Tonight, I will accompany him."
As soon as she finished speaking, the males at the table became excited, and their expressions became more serious.
Fu Ying slowly stroked her slightly bulging belly, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.
When there are so many men, the most difficult thing is how to treat them all equally. Look, isn’t it treated equally?
"Aying, how do I use this paper and pen?" Bai Cang lowered his eyes and looked at the paper and pen on the table, with a hint of interest in his tone.
Fu Ying stepped forward, naturally held Bai Cang's hand, and guided him to hold the pen. The tip of the pen spread across the paper, and as the pen moved, the two words "Fu Ying" appeared on the paper.
Of course, she would not favor one over the other and would teach everyone one by one.
When it was finally Yu Li's turn, the handsome Miao boy was stiff all over and the tips of his ears were red as if they were about to bleed.
However, before Fu Ying could hold Yu Li's hand, a voice came from the front: "A Ying, is this true?"
Fu Ying raised his eyebrows and followed the sound.
Yu Li watched her walk away, and the faint fragrance lingering on the tip of the pen also faded away. His tense shoulders relaxed, but somehow, an inexplicable sense of emptiness and bitterness rose in his chest.
He lowered his eyes to look at the paper and pen on the table, his lips tightly pursed.
Of course he knew that Fu Ying's words, "Whoever learns first will accompany me tonight," had never had anything to do with him.
He was not her male.
This cognition is like a thin thorn, which doesn't hurt but it itches.
Yu Li's gilded pupils darkened, and in a trance, he fell into the beautiful dreams of countless nights.
The charming gasps mixed with sobs seemed to ring in her ears. He hugged her, pinched her snow-white waist, and pushed her against the window frame. They were extremely affectionate. In her dream, she was bullied and trembled all over.
"Yu Li?" Wu called a few times, but seeing that he had no response, he turned sideways and prepared to teach him.
Yu Li's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly threw the pen in his hand aside, stood up and strode away without looking back.
He doesn't belong here, and there's no need for him to learn these things.
Wu looked at his back quietly, his golden and red eyes full of calmness, depth and restraint.
Fu Ying didn't care whether Yu Li left or not. He watched Bai Cang write two very standard "Fu Ying" stroke by stroke. The strokes were so vigorous that it didn't look like the handwriting of a beginner at all.
"Aying, is what I wrote correct?" Bai Cang's red lips curled up slightly, and his silver hair fluttered slightly.
Fu Ying's mouth twitched, and she looked at the beautiful man who winked at her with complicated eyes: "Yes."
Although the girl in his arms was confused, she heard clearly what he said just now.
"Father is so awesome! Is mother going to accompany him to sleep at night?" The little girl blinked her eyes and suddenly clapped her hands with a smile. She knew that father Tanyue was very happy when her mother accompanied him to sleep.
The little girl whispered, "Tuanzi, be obedient. Tuanzi can sleep alone!"
Bai Cang chuckled softly, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
He raised his hand to help Ying tuck the loose hair away from her ears. His fingertips brushed the delicate skin on her cheek. His eyes darkened slightly, his Adam's apple rolled silently, and a dangerous dark color quietly appeared between his gorgeous eyebrows.
Teng looked down at the crooked words "Fuying" on the paper, his brows furrowed.
The second person to learn it was Qinglan.
He didn't know what he had written. He sat quietly at the table. When Fu Ying came over, he had already written several lines, five characters in each line. His handwriting was so neat that it looked like it had been measured with a ruler. It was very standard.
"Alan, if you go to school, you will definitely be a top student." Fu Ying was a little emotional. The strokes of her name are still a bit complicated for beginners, but these orcs who have never been exposed to writing can actually write so standardly!
And she was absolutely certain that Qinglan must have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Although Qinglan didn't understand what "xueba" meant, he knew it was a compliment.
He raised his eyes to look at Fu Ying, a faint smile spreading across his gray-brown eyes. His slender fingers gently stroked the name on the paper, and his voice was ethereal: "I will carve A Ying's name here."
Qinglan lightly touched her heart with her fingertips, her eyes focused, as if nothing in the world was more important than this.
Fu Ying was slightly stunned, and his heart skipped a beat.
If this kind of straightforward "earthy love talk" were said by someone else, it would inevitably seem deliberate and greasy, but when it came from Qinglan's mouth, his expression was cold, his voice was clear, and he had an unquestionable piety, which was really touching.
This is so unfair.
Fu Ying turned his face away and muttered to himself in his heart.
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