Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

"You know how to avoid me now?"

A hand was put on Ruan Ruan's shoulder from behind, and he turned her around with a little force. There was a hint of smile in Gu Ren's voice, but also a little casual.

Ruan Ruan put the prop sword in his hand behind him, still avoiding his sight, and said harshly, "I don't have one."

She practiced the moves again with the martial arts instructor, and noticed that he began to act unnaturally when he stood aside and looked at her, and now he came directly over.

"Really? It turns out you're not shy."

It was more like whispering to herself, but she heard, "Of course not."

"That's easy. If you're not shy, let's repeat what happened in the morning." Duan Jinyu bent down, tilted his head slightly and turned his face towards her. His sharp features were slightly enlarged in his field of vision, and the corners of his lips seemed to be It's a frivolous arousal.

Ruan Ruan glanced at the instructor who had consciously avoided some distance when Duan Jinyu came over. The distance was not close, but there was no guarantee that he could not see him. No action.

Duan Jinyu raised his eyelids to ask, as if he was urging her why she didn't start yet.

She glanced at the instructor again, who seemed to be deliberately not looking here. After hesitating for two seconds, she stood up slightly on her tiptoes and lightly tapped her lips on the side of his face. The warmth and softness dissipated quickly. The aroma seems to be still being felt by the body.

He remembered the almost bumping kiss in the morning. In fact, it was not impossible to avoid it. With a light tut, he clasped the back of her head, but he still restrained himself. The slightly hot kiss only fell on the corner of her lips and paused for a short time. Time receded as if barely satisfied.

Ruan Ruan pursed her lips, her face was already flushed again, and the resistance from the suppressed temperature when she took the initiative became more and more intense, but she did not feel repulsed, but had some vague thoughts of going further.

His cheek was pinched, and then he put it with the back of his hand, saying with some evil humor, "It's so hot."

"Well...it's a bit hot..." He fanned himself with his free hand, but it looked even hotter. "Don't you still have to go to work? I have to continue practicing too!"

The hand on her cheek naturally moved to the top of her hair, ruffling her hair with a smile on her lips, "I'm about to leave. Practice well."

The instructor watched him leave from the door and return to Ruan Ruan. She was arranging her messed up hair. When she saw him coming over and putting down her hands, the temperature on her face had dropped a little, "Teacher, let's continue."

……

She began to wonder if she had never learned these moves before. Not only was she unimpressed when she watched his demonstration, but she also didn't leave any physical memory when practicing. It was as if she had learned it from scratch as if it was her first time. It made her feel It was very difficult, and when I started to move, it was soft and not up to the standard at all.

Could it be that he has been lying in the hospital for a long time and his body is weak and he has no strength left?

During the break, Ruan Ruan drank half a bottle of water. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and the tip of her nose. Her breathing was a little heavy. Until now, she had only memorized some actions, "Teacher, I have probably practiced to this extent before." ?”

The martial arts instructor with exaggerated muscles in his vest put the prop sword back and said in a rough voice, "It's about the same as now."

"?"

"I've memorized the movements, but they're all just showy. It's useless for me to teach them. The director can only shoot these scenes later, so that you can practice for a while, but then you will have an accident and be hospitalized."

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