The dream just now was so real that it almost brought Gu Lian back to seven or eight years ago. Even if Lu Zechen quarreled with her, her mood would not get better.
As for Lu Zechen, it was somewhat annoying to be disturbed by such a nervous phone call from Zhao Yaxin.
It was a lukewarm meal. Fortunately, Nian Nian occasionally made one or two noises, so the atmosphere was not tense.
After eating, Gu Lian took a shower first, but Lu Zechen had no choice but to go next door to clean himself up.
After struggling until six o'clock, it was finally the teaching session that Teacher Lu was looking forward to.
Gu Lian actually had no enthusiasm, he just wanted to adjust his emotions.
Sitting down like yesterday, Lu Zechen explained grammar to her.
Gu Lian braced herself to listen, but slowly she felt her body getting hot, just like when she had just finished drinking soup in the afternoon.
She suspected that the soup made by Sister Li was not right, so she asked casually after eating. Sister Li smiled and said it was beef offal soup, but apart from smelling a bit of meat, she didn't see anything about beef.
"Tsk, you write this word like a primary school chicken." Lu Zechen was disgusted.
Gu Lian stopped, took a breath of cool air, turned around and instantly loosened his nightgown to let the cool air in, then turned to look at him.
"Then you teach me how to connect pen strokes?"
Lu Zechen raised his eyebrows, "Want to learn that?"
"Why? Hiding, unwilling to teach?"
"That takes a while to practice." Lu Zechen's cheeks turned red, as if he had drunk alcohol.
Gu Lian nodded, "I can practice."
"OK."
The man stood up, walked around behind her, took a notebook from the bookshelf, and leaned over to put it in front of her.
Gu Lian sat with his whole body in his arms and had to lower her head slightly.
"Hands," he said.
Gu Lian paused and said, "You just need to demonstrate."
"What's the ink stain? Can I lose some meat by holding hands?"
Gu Lian: "..."
Before she could say anything, he had already taken her hand and led her to hold the pen.
Yesterday, he also held her hand like this, but it was only for a short time. Unlike this time, he used strength to wrap her hand completely, and wrote a long list of words with full force.
Gu Lian only recognized one or two. She raised her head and wanted to ask him, but she rubbed his chin.
Even his chin was feeling hot.
"Are you hot?" she asked
The man breathed a sigh of relief and slightly opened the collar of his nightgown, "The temperature is a bit high."
Gu Lian lowered his head, took the remote control, and turned down the heating.
"Pay attention." He raised his other hand and pulled her hair.
Gu Lian curled her lips, lowered her head again, and wanted to take out her hand to move a few times, but he didn't let go, leading her to write down a series.
It is said that words are like the person they are, but his words are very different from the person.
The power is strong, the strokes are neat, and the long series of strokes comes naturally.
Gu Lian watched intently, her heart speeding up unconsciously. The sound of his slightly heavier breathing could be heard in her ears. Mixed with her heartbeat, it seemed to have a consistent rhythm.
The temperature around him seemed to be getting higher, and Gu Lian could feel hot sweat dripping down his back, and it was sliding down in large drops.
She moved slightly and hit her head on the corner of Lu Zechen's mouth.
"Hiss—" the man cried out in pain.
Gu Lian raised his head, "What are you doing? Touching porcelain?"
The man's eyes were red, he lowered his head slightly, swept his tongue across his lips, tilted his head and smiled, then pointed at the corner of his mouth and slapped her in the face, "See for yourself? What you did, if I go to examine the injury, I will definitely give it to you."
Enter the situation."
Gu Lian leaned back and saw clearly that it was slightly green.
Looking further up, the circles on his eyes were gone, probably due to Sister Li's eggs.