"Why can't you remember such a few lines of poetry? You tell me." Han Feishen couldn't help but use his pen to lightly tap the boy who was tired of moving in his arms.
The young man could hear the doting tone under the cold voice, and his tone became more and more ruthless. "Obviously they are too difficult to speak, so you can't blame me."
The man in his arms pouted slightly, looking bulging with anger like a little squirrel with its hair blown off. Han Feishen didn't mean to be harsh in the first place. Seeing the young man's appearance, apart from feeling helpless, he didn't intend to dwell on the matter anymore.
"You are unwilling to memorize it, then I will recite it with you. I will recite one sentence and you will recite another sentence after me." Han Fei became serious after a while, and his rigorous attitude towards learning has become a habit that has become part of his blood.
Lin Youxin had just finished taking the exam, and his mind had already drifted thousands of miles away. How could she still be willing to read a book obediently, but she was struggling fiercely in Han Fei's arms. Both of them were hot-blooded young men, and Lin Youxin immediately understood what it meant to suffer for one's own fault.
"Don't make trouble." Han Feishen's usually indifferent tone was tainted with undisguised lust. The hot breath in his ears made Lin Youxin's neck turn a light pink, and his waist softened. This is seduction. It's a foul on you, the top student.
The cool and abstinent scholar Gong × the sunny and lively scholar Minshou (ps: it may be a bad taste later to stimulate the temptation attribute of the little ones)
It's hard to find satisfactory campus literature, so I might as well make enough food and clothing by myself. It satisfies my bad taste for the cold and ascetic academic master and fills my imagination. I am a bad copywriter, so I intercept parts of articles and use them as copywriters. I hope you won't be fooled, and if you don't like it, don't complain.
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