The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 883

Chu Shun’s back stiffened. He rarely got so close to anyone.

　　He looked up and saw the man with his eyes closed, another pause.

　　Ling Yugeng would come to his room every night. He knew that every time Ling Yugeng would seal his acupuncture points and make him lose consciousness. He wanted to see what he would do, but he did nothing every time.

　　He raised his eyes and saw the man’s angular jaw and lips. The lip line was tightly stretched into a straight line, as if there was no warmth.

　　Only when he was eating, he seemed to be able to catch a glimpse of a human breath. At other times, it was like a gust of wind, making people unable to figure it out.

　　He always wears plain clothes, just like a piece of pure white paper. No one in the world has selfish desires. Chu Shun has seen too many ugly faces. He wants to see this white paper stained with a different color. I want to stain this white clothes, I want a man to expose his selfish desires, tear his surface to pieces, and see a saint without desires enter the world.

　　His eyes flashed slightly and he stood on tiptoes.

　　Ling Yugeng felt Chu Shun’s breath approaching, opened his eyes, lowered his eyes and met Chu Shun’s gaze. Chu Shun licked his lips, his lips were bright red, and his eyes looked like a pitiful puppy, with a pair of moist black eyes. I have no words to speak.

　　Several people had used the beauty trap in front of him in his previous life. Once he saw this technique many times, he would master it. He could easily master it after learning it to five or six points.

　　”Don’t pretend to be sick if you have nothing to do.” Ling Yugeng’s voice was colder and lower than usual. He released his waist and retracted his hand.

　　He had seen many tricks to skip classes and cheat, so how could he fall for Chu Shun’s trick?

　　He walked towards the study with a cold expression.

　　Chu Shun: “…”

　　He had no choice but to follow him, lowering his head to follow the man’s clothes, walking fast and slow, stepping on his shadow.

　　The environment in the study room was elegant and quiet. There were rice paper and brushes on the table, and the bookshelves were filled with books. Ling Yugeng took out a piece of rice paper, flattened it on the table, held it down with a paperweight, stretched out his hand to polish the ink, and after a while, asked Chu Shun to come up and write. his name.

　　Chu Shun pursed his lips and picked up the brush, glanced at Ling Yugeng, and when he was about to start writing, he heard Ling Yugeng say “wrong”.

　　Chu Shun’s posture when holding the brush was wrong. Ling Yugeng picked up another brush and gestured for him, but Chu Shun just couldn’t learn it. Ling Yugeng stretched out his hand and touched Chu Shun’s fingertips. One loose.

　　The brush slipped from his hand.

　　The room was silent, and birds flew by outside the window.

　　Ling Yugeng: “You don’t know how to hold a pen?”

　　Chu Shun came back to his senses, calmly put the back of his hand behind his back and wiped it twice, lowered his head and said:

　　”My disciple is stupid. No one has taught me since I was a child. I only learned how to read in the corners of private schools. Listen, I just saw how others held it, and I learned it all.”

　　Ling Yugeng paused and said, “No problem, take your time.”

　　He picked up the brush and handed it to Chu Shun again. Chu Shun hesitated. After a moment, he reached out to take it, and Ling Yugeng helped him adjust his posture step by step.

　　The tall figure enveloped Chu Shun, and the cold and elegant fragrance came. Chu Shun lowered his eyes and looked at the intersecting hands of the two. The palm of the man’s hand was warm, and it pressed against the back of his hand. The hand was wrapped, but not much was actually touched.

　　He noticed that Ling Yugeng didn’t seem to like physical contact with others.

　　Holding the brush, Chu Shun laid down on the rice paper. His thoughts seemed to go back to the summer many years ago, when children of the same age as him played together. He stood alone outside the private school window, listening to the Master’s lecture… The hand holding the pen tightened

　　. , the pen in his hand broke with a “thud”.

　　But he didn’t hear what Ling Yugeng said next to him.

　　Ling Yugeng looked at the young man’s thin shoulders.

　　The fundamental reason why inner demons are called inner demons by Cheng is because inner demons come from the most vulnerable and fearful side of people’s hearts.

　　Ascetics are most afraid of inner demons.

　　Ling Yugeng was not deceived by his inner demons, but he felt a huge humiliation.

　　”Master?” Chu Shun called out in confusion.

　　Hearing Chu Shun’s voice, Ling Yugeng saw that the pen in his hand was broken: “Don’t use too much force.”

　　He took another pen and put it in Chu Shun’s hand to teach him how to use force when writing.

　　Chu Shun couldn’t sit still after writing a few words. Asking him to write these boring things, he might as well practice swordsmanship. Ling Yugeng could see his growing impatience and the irritability faintly revealed in his handwriting, which was more or less a bit… The weariness of learning is among them.

　　He reached out and held the back of Chu Shun’s hand, covering the young man’s hand with his broad palm. When he felt that the distance was too close, he wanted to take his hand away, but stopped.

　　He sneered in his heart, inner demons, he couldn’t have inner demons.

　　He led Chu Shun to write a few words on the paper, “Let’s write these today.”

　　Chu Shun was keenly aware of his emotional fluctuations.

　　Ever since I met Ling Yugeng today, Ling Yugeng had a vague sense of agitation. It was difficult for others to detect this subtle change. However, Chu Shun and he had been seeing each other every day recently, and they could detect some of the small changes in his expression. It’s very clear.

　　His brows moved several times, as if something was bothering him.

　　Chu Shun lowered his head and gently rubbed the back of his hand on the hem of his clothes.

　　-

　　There are tens of millions of books in the library pavilion. Only the inner disciples can enter the attic. Ling Yugeng is sitting in the corner, looking at the quick book in his hand with a serious expression.

　　When it comes to refining weapons, he has been defeated and defeated again and again.

　　”Master?”

　　Hearing the voice, he raised his head and saw that it was Chu Hui. Chu Hui saw that he was reading the book “Weapon Refining, From Beginner to Mastery”. He paused and asked him hesitantly. What is the book for?

　　”Nothing to do.” Ling Yugeng put down the book in his hand with a calm expression.

　　Chu Hui: “Master, why don’t you take a look at these.”

　　He took a few books from the bookshelf and put them on the table. He said, “That book was just put there deliberately by the elders to frighten the laymen who have high vision and low power and don’t know what they are doing. If you use the method inside to refine the weapon, it will definitely fail and it will not be able to take shape.”