"It's not important at all." Nian Jinshu wrote seriously, scolding Yan Hui in his heart, and accidentally wrote Yan Hui's name. Yan Hui's name is very simple and not difficult to write. This time it is not considered

It's written in a cursive and neat way. If I say it's good-looking, I can't say it's very good-looking, but it's not too ugly either.

"What are you writing my name for?" He asked against her shoulder, the hot air going into her ears. One ear of Nian Jinshu was heated up, and he said stiffly, "Write whatever you want."

I scolded you in my heart and accidentally wrote it out.

Sitting like this always reminded her of the scene in the hot spring pool last night, where Nian Jinshu was sitting on pins and needles. Someone violently held his waist down several times when he tried to run away. Why did he suddenly change his gender?

"Ah Jin, your face is so red, what are you thinking about?"

"I don't think about anything." Nian Jinshu said firmly, his whole body was so hot that he was sweating. It was obviously autumn, and his embrace was like a furnace.

"Really?" Yan Hui didn't expose her, he held her wrist with one hand and really taught her how to practice calligraphy. He said he was teaching her, but it was better to say he was holding her hand while writing.

His presence was too strong, just sticking to her back. She couldn't ignore the heat behind her, nor could she ignore the sound of her heartbeat. In this world, she was sinking soberly.

Yan replied, "Ah Jin hasn't written a love letter to me yet."

His tone was rather regretful.

"I didn't write a love letter to Xiao Changfeng either." Nian Jinshu thought to himself. Even if he knew that she and Xiao Changfeng had exchanged letters, he would not open them and read them. After all, she was self-absorbed. It was her own stupidity in the last life. This life is really a letter.

I have never written a letter, "It's just some daily trivial matters, very boring, not a love letter."

"Then write me a love letter?"

"Don't write." Nian Jinshu flatly refused. What kind of love letter should I write? We see each other every day and we are in the city all day long. Why write a love letter? People don't see each other for a day. It's like three autumns apart and lovers are thousands of miles apart and write love letters.

Express feelings to each other.

"Why?" Yan Hui pinched her wrist and wrote the word "Yan Hui" one stroke at a time, as if he was about to write a flower, "Am I not worthy of your writing a love letter?"

"I can't write."

I wrote the name Yan Hui again and again, and it became more beautiful each time. Nian Jinshu felt happy and suddenly asked, "Yan Hui, do you have a nickname?"

Yan Hui, "..."

His cousin name is Nangui!

It's just that no one knows.

At that time, Master Yan once said that he would give him a cousin name when he turned sixteen, but Master Yan couldn't wait until he turned sixteen, so he didn't take the name. It was Yan Hui who was sorting out Master Yan's name in the study.

While collecting the relics, I accidentally discovered the name given by Master Yan.

Since the elders are not here, this word is simply not used.

"No." Yan Hui's tone was a little flat. Xizhou Continent doesn't have the habit of giving names to people. Even if they do, most of them are called by their first names. The words "pin" are reserved for the closest people.

Nian Jinshu was just chatting. Yan Hui breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively, "What kind of person is the young man you met in the demon world, Nan Gui...?"

"What a young man, he is an old man."

"Old man?" Yanhui narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not familiar with him." Nian Jinshu was afraid that he would think wrongly, so he almost didn't raise his hand to swear.

"Xue Lan is right. If you are not familiar with it, why would he go through the mountain of knives for you, cut through the thorns, and win the Star Amorphophallus for you?" He was worried about the evaluation of the Nian Jinshu.

Getting interested??

Rogue??
Chapter completed!