Rong Zhi took the book out of her hand and knocked on her head, "I knew you didn't recognize it!"

Tong Qiqi covered her head sadly, "Then let's get to know each other instead!"

She walked to the bookshelf and stood on tiptoes to look for the right book in the bookshelf.

Rong Zhi grabbed her and dragged her to the mahogany desk, "It can only be this one!"

"Then how do you read it? I don't know how..." Tong Qiqi wanted to back down.

Rong Zhi replied lightly, "I'll read it to you."

"Nani?" Tong Qiqi's eyes shone with excitement and she clapped her hands, "Okay, okay!"

Rong Zhi looked at her deeply and said nothing.

When he reached the mahogany desk, he turned around and picked up Tong Qiqi. Before Tong Qiqi could scream, she was placed on the mahogany desk.

In the chocolate-colored light, Tong Qiqi's blush was well concealed. She squirmed uneasily, imagining Chu Zhiya's sitting posture in her mind, and tried to sit as straightly as possible.

Rong Zhi took the book and sat on the chair opposite.

Tong Qiqi asked expectantly, "Can we start?"

"Yes." When the man responded, his voice was slightly hoarse, but the tone was still gorgeous and magnetic, making people have inexplicable expectations for the poem he was reading.

Tong Qiqi sat down obediently like a primary school student, and the man opened the French book.

There was no need to deliberately choose, he knew which one to read to Tong Qiqi.

It was a love poem written by a female writer when she was in her best years. The love poem tells the story of her falling in love with a charming man who is much older than her. In order to attract the man's attention, she dressed herself as a delicate rose.

, blooming in front of men’s eyes.

She longs for them to fall in love, she longs for them to have each other.

The female writer uses the most emotionally arousing and sensual words to describe the lingering love and desire in her heart, and depicts the affairs between men and women vividly and sultryly.

There are just a few hundred words, each word is carefully considered, and it hits people's hearts. I hate that my body cannot dance with the poem.

Tong Qiqi noticed that Rong Zhi's voice when reciting poems became increasingly hoarse.

Especially when the man was reading a poem, his gaze was fixed on her. His gaze... was as deep as fine ink, but it was so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

Tong Qiqi felt a little numb in her back. She subconsciously held the table with both hands and rubbed her back. Feeling guilty, she swayed her feet hanging in the air.

After reading a poem, Rong Zhi closed the book and asked Tong Qiqi, "Was my reading okay?"

Tong Qiqi twitched the corner of her mouth, thinking that she knew she couldn't understand or understand, but he still asked her if she was okay. Wasn't he deliberately trying to embarrass her?

After thinking about it, she turned her big eyes and imitated Rong Zhi's previous tone when dealing with Chu Zhiya, "I said I don't understand French, will you translate for me the poem you just read?"

"Bang——" The book in Rong Zhi's hand fell to the ground.

Tong Qiqi never thought of how much trouble she had caused!

She was just about to put her head to look at the book on the floor, but her body only moved once, and she was pressed down on the desk.

"Uh..." It hurts! My back hit the hard tabletop, and it seemed that it also hit the tablet and other things.

In the dim light, Rong Zhi's eyes were burning with a strange light, and his whole person became very strange, so dangerous that Tong Qiqi did not dare to look directly at it.
Chapter completed!