Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She suddenly brought her cheek to the boy's ear, the two cheeks were only a finger's distance apart, Ying Zheng felt the boy's face start to heat up.

However, the dull voice was the same as before.

"What is the taste?"

This sudden attack made the young man defenseless, and his whole body froze in place, motionless.

The hot and humid air he exhaled gently ruffled the boy's earlobes, and Yan Ce felt the temperature of his cheeks and earlobes rising rapidly.

The most important thing is that as long as he bows his head a little, he will rub against Sister Zheng's chest!Although it is super fulfilling to be buried in it, the consequences can be serious.

"The smell of flowers..."

The young man reacted quickly, he turned his head stiffly to the opposite side, and said in a panic, "No, it doesn't smell, it doesn't smell at all."

Yan Ce now has one of the three most unbelievable illusions in life for some reason. Although he can test it with one life, but——

If he is daring, the next scene must be a scene that needs mosaic harmony, say, a hot meat sauce chopped by Ying Zheng?

Maybe it's a cute dollop of meat sauce, with some chopped veggies for a decent stir.

"..."

Ying Zheng's aggressive and oppressive pupils showed a somewhat intriguing color, got up, walked to the bed, and sat down.

She said lightly, "This time, you don't need to copy."

Just as the teenager breathed a sigh of relief and generously admired her slender legs exposed under her regular clothes, Ying Zheng bent down and stretched out his hands to silently take off the shoes and socks that had wrapped his feet, and threw them under the bed, as if preparing to fall asleep and rest. .

Then she calmly added:

"Tonight's desk is for you, you can sleep by the widow's desk."

Chapter 66 A Loving Mother-Child Relationship

Yan Ce's expression now can only be described as wonderful, as if he was handed out a copy of the test paper and knew it was zero.

The answer is wrong, it must be the wrong answer!

"……Fine."

At this moment, the young man bowed his head in doubt, and sat down on his knees beside the table, staring at Ying Zheng on the bed boredly. He might just squeeze into the bed after Ying Zheng fell asleep, she wouldn't care. .

Of course, excessive touching is strictly prohibited.

However, Ying Zheng didn't feel much sleepy, just pulled the quilt to cover the fair skin of his thighs, and gently overlapped his legs in the quilt. The outside of the thin quilt seemed to be able to see the perfect outline of his legs.

The woman's upper body leaned lazily against the window edge at the corner of the bed, and she took a copy of the bamboo slips placed at the head of the bed as a reading before going to bed.

Occasionally, she would raise her eyes to observe Yan Ce's movements, but most of her attention was still on the manuscripts. After a while, her indifferent and sharp eyes gradually softened, and there was less of the decisive killing in the courtroom, and more points with Fusu. Nearly quiet.

but--

Every time Ying Zheng turned his head sideways, he could see Yan Ce looking at him curiously.

The quiet inner house faded away all the sounds, the stars in the sky flickered slightly, and the night became more and more dense.

After simply looking at each other, Yan Tactically lowered her head in a guilty conscience, sat on her soft cushion, and passed the meticulous arrangement of the Fu Su coming-of-age ceremony beside the book desk.

The warm candlelight swayed gently with the flow of the wind, illuminating her vision, and the warm family-like atmosphere permeated every corner of the room.

Is the relationship between the two so close to mother and son, or sister and brother?

Or both.

She closed the bamboo slip, glanced at the troubled expression of the boy, and smiled lightly.

It won't be long before she thinks about it, the child who was carefully taught by her at night will be able to be alone, and a ray of warmth will flow through her chest unconsciously.

Really a good experience.

She pursed the corners of her mouth, and then withdrew all her smiles, as if it had never existed since the beginning.

"In the future, if Mr. Fei leaves the get out of class earlier, don't return to the widow's bedroom so early in the future."

"This... can I ask why?"

Why does it sound like the old king next door is coming to visit, but I have to go out and walk around until the old king is gone, and then come back pretending that nothing happened.

It seemed like it should be nothing, but when I think about it, why is it so uncomfortable.

Yan Ce frowned, and more or less unhappy emotions hung on his cheeks.

Ying Zheng glanced at Yan Ce, ignoring his strange expression, and said lightly, "You are tired of being here after class, and wasting the rest of your time here, it's not good for your future growth, and—"

She paused.

If it is seen by the palace maids and the servants, it is nothing, but if it is seen by the courtiers like today, it will eventually cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Although Tingwei didn't say much today, what he thought in his heart must be quite unsightly. From the action of forcing a calm escape from the palace, it can be seen that Fusu's husband-in-law must be linked to prostitution/promiscuousness.

But Ying Zheng and the boy had never crossed the threshold. After all, it was prepared for Fusu, and it was kept with her simply to prevent the two young children from losing their grip.

She never forgot this point.

Complicated thoughts flashed in his mind, Ying Zheng continued: "And outsiders see... they will randomly guess the relationship between the widow and you."

"It's not wasted. I've been reading next to you. What's the point of sleeping in the same room as you?"