Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 508 Huanse takes the initiative

She covered her lips with joy to hide the upward curve, jumped down with one hand on the window sill, flew around and grabbed Lie Jiuqing's waist, and took her back to the room.

As soon as he landed, Lie Jiuqing gritted his teeth and pushed him to the corner.

"You are too brave to bully your master!"

In front of her sweetheart, she was still embarrassed to be targeted!

He explained in a leisurely manner, "In the middle of the night, someone broke in. I was acting in self-defense and reacted appropriately."

Lie Jiuqing blushed and said angrily: "You dare to say you didn't recognize me?"

Huanse shook his head.

"you……"

Just as Lie Jiuqing was about to question, Huanse suddenly raised her hand and tucked the broken hair behind her ears.

He moved slowly and seriously, and his fingertips accidentally touched her earlobe. A feeling of electric shock passed through her, and Lie Jiuqing immediately blushed.

"Who told you to touch me!"

Huanse immediately pushed her away, keeping a foot away from her, very politely.

She sat down bitterly, looked at the "Girl's Ring" on the side, picked it up and read it again, her beautiful eyes widened.

This font is very beautiful, it looks fair and stereotyped, one stroke after another, no clues can be seen, and it is lifeless, just like the one on the engraving.

If a person can write like this, his skill is first-rate.

Lie Jiuqing gritted his teeth, scratched his messy hair, and said in frustration: "You might as well engrave [-] copies!"

Huanse nodded silently, "Okay."

Lie Jiuqing was so angry, "!"

If it weren't for Wen Rong's bones, she would probably have a hard time believing that he was Wen Rong her whole life.

There are ways to shrink bones in the world, but the spine is the foundation of a human being and cannot be moved at all, not to mention that no one in the world has exactly the same bones.

In fact, Lie Jiuqing didn't really want to test it, he just wanted to see how deep he could hide it, and he would lose again and again, and he would succeed every time.

Seeing that she was depressed, Huanse poured a cup of tea for her and handed it to her.When Lie Jiuqing took the cup, he touched his hot fingertips. He was caught off guard and shuddered, spilling the entire cup of tea on himself.

Both of them were stunned, Huanse quickly took out the square handkerchief, half-knelt in front of her, and carefully wiped the hem of her clothes.

Lie Jiuqing was wearing men's smart clothes, dark in color, with almost no lines, which made Huanse's well-joined fingers become more vigorous and powerful.

Her face began to turn red, from glowing red to red enough to bleed.

She shrank back, trying to think of a way to stay away from his hand, stumbling and saying: "You, you, you... don't touch me."

She had an impossible dream and couldn't look directly at his hand. Whenever she looked at it, she would think of it, her whole body would heat up and her face would turn red with embarrassment.

Huanse's lips curled up slightly.

He didn't say anything, just sat opposite her in silence and continued to copy "The Female Ring".

The room was quiet except for the sound of two people breathing.

Huan's mood was very stable, but Lie Jiuqing's was very chaotic.

Huanse's gesture of holding the pen was very beautiful. Lie Jiuqing didn't control his eyes, and would glance at it from time to time. Every time, his attention would be on his fingers.

She had seen it so many times that she couldn't help but put down the pen, spread out her right hand, and rubbed her fingertips, "Is there something wrong with your hand?"

Lie Jiuqing sat on the chair, moved his eyes away, and whispered, "No problem."

Huanse thought for a moment, walked up to her, stretched out her hand, "Do you want to check?"

"..." Lie Jiuqing's pretty face burned, "I don't want to check."

She tried her best to lower her head and not look at his hand, but he raised her chin, "What's wrong with you? Something's not right."

He arched his waist and came closer, expressionless, looking at her with searching eyes, "Are you addicted to the drug? Your breathing is messy and your face is red."

He lifted her chin up, lowered his eyes, looked at her neck, and spoke from the back of his chin.

"Your body is also red and the temperature is hot. It looks very similar."

(End of this chapter)