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Chapter 786 Young Master Yang Has a Little Book in His Heart

Lin Zhaoxia on the other side finally recited a few chapters.

Looking sideways, I saw Yang Moyan's tired look.

She reached for the water glass next to her, poured some water into it, patted Young Master Yang on the shoulder, and handed it over.

Yang Moyan frowned again, and then opened his eyes.

I saw the boy's hand approaching in front of my eyes.

And that glass of water.

He hooked his lower lip involuntarily, "Does it hurt?"

Lin Zhaoxia raised her eyebrows and shook the cup in her hand.

That way seems to say, do you want it?If you don't want it, you won't give it.

About this question.

Isn't the answer simple?
How could Yang Moyan not want it.

He reached out and took it, and when it reached his lips, he still didn't forget to tease the boy in a very soft voice, "All this hard work is to support you, and a glass of water can't send me away."

This made the young man's eyebrows twitch again, and then his lips raised wickedly, watching Yang Moyan drink a glass of water.

The cup has not been completely put down.

The young man had already stood up, leaned over, supported Young Master Yang's unparalleled handsome face with both hands, and landed a kiss on the other's lips in an unbiased manner.

The kiss came suddenly.

Around Yang Moyan, who has always been strategizing, couldn't help but froze his eyes, and lost the truth at that moment.

But the touch on the lips was distinct.

The young man's delicate eyebrows are close at hand.

But it made him unable to make any reaction.

Until the soft lips of the other party leave...

After that, Lin Zhaoxia stretched out her hand to touch her lips, and her beautiful eyes were also bent, as if she was very satisfied.

Young Master Yang's lips were slightly cold.

But very soft.

The closer it is, the more the tip of the nose is filled with the cold and pleasant smell.

But an instant kiss.

Lin Zhaoxia withdrew.

Yang Moyan's consciousness returned, and his dark green eyes deepened a little.

I thought about taking advantage of this to pursue.

But he didn't forget the wound on the boy's mouth.

He made a note in a small notebook in his heart, and squinted at the boy.

It's ok.

The accounts in that book, the flames that the young man stirred up.

From then on, the boy will return it slowly.

Interest or something, none of them can escape.
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The back is back down.

But it's a pity that I can't speak.

It is hard work that Lin Zhaoxia can only write down the memorized texts one word at a time.

While writing those, Lin Zhaoxia's heart collapsed a little.

Silent writing?

Thanks to Yang Moyan who figured it out!

She was not idle for hours.

A total of six or seven texts were memorized.

And those six or seven articles are still very long...

Even if you want to recite it, it will take at least half an hour.

Silent writing and not infinitely lengthened?
It turns out.

Lin Zhaoxia's idea was correct.

She really wrote this dictation for a long time.

Six or seven super long texts have written more than two points in total.

Lin Zhaoxia always felt that she had cheated herself.

If I had known earlier, I should have recited those classical Chinese texts first.

After writing those, my wrist doesn't feel like my own anymore.

Lin Zhaoxia flicked the pen, twirled her wrist, her handsome face bulged and bulged.

Yang Moyan stretched out his hand to poke him, watching the boy's bulging side face deflate, and glanced at him with his side eyes, which seemed to express, how boring are you?
Yang Moyan smiled lowly, and stretched out his hand to bring over the texts written by the young man.

After reading ten lines at a glance, I finally drew a check mark at the bottom.

That means.

It means exactly.

This can also be seen.

Teenagers have the ability to never forget.

But it's a pity that it has always been used in the wrong place.

(End of this chapter)