The Sui Ye who exploded the universe was actually a girl

Chapter 217

Ye Sui glanced at the young man's teasing smile, bowed his head in resignation, and began to memorize a hard-to-pronounce classical Chinese essay.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man's deep and pleasant voice suddenly came from next to his ears, "How is your recitation going?"

Ye Sui turned her head sharply, and the young man had come behind her at some point, bent over, and his handsome face was even closer to her.

When she turned her head like this, her forehead lightly brushed against the young man's lips.

Very soft and warm, Ye Sui was stunned, feeling a slight heat somewhere on her forehead, she deliberately didn't care about it, grinning, "I've memorized it."

The boy's pupils trembled violently at that moment, he straightened up, quickly concealed his inner unrest, and restrained his emotions, "Recite it to me and listen."

As a world-renowned scientist 200 years later, Ye Sui's IQ is quite online, and her memory is very good. Even if she has never been exposed to classical Chinese and can't understand it at all, she can memorize it verbatim in a short period of time. Back down.

After listening to her fluent recitation, the boy was still very satisfied, and the corners of his lips were raised.

He pointed casually with his slender fingers, "Translate this sentence."

Ye Sui was in a dilemma, Qiu stared bitterly at the sentence in the textbook, "The dead are like men, never giving up day and night", and after a while he said uncertainly, "Just... this dead person seems to be your wife. ..."

Ye Sui's voice was lowered a bit, "So you don't want to bury her no matter day or night?"

The boy's face was extremely dark.

Ye Sui hurriedly made amends, looked up innocently at the boy's clear jaw, "Brother Zheng, I'm definitely not cursing you to be a widow! That's what this sentence means."

Veins twitched on the young man's forehead, and he rubbed the center of his brows fiercely. What does this translate to?Simply clueless!
He suddenly possessed himself, put one hand around her back, propped the palm of the table on the table, grabbed the pen from Ye Sui's hand with the other, and began to write the complete translation on the clean textbook.

Ye Sui was surrounded by a void in a small space, and his nose was filled with the unique pine-like breath of a young man, and he froze there, motionless.

His gaze fell on the boy's knuckle-boned fingers. Under the light, his skin glowed faintly, and the fingertips moved gently with the pen.

The young man's handwriting is very imposing, and his handwriting is scribbled and scribbled, but he can clearly recognize every word.

Ye Sui couldn't help but look a little dazed.

It's just that she had an illusion that Brother Zheng seemed to be writing faster and faster.

After the translation, the boy's breathing became heavier at some point.

Ye Sui was puzzled, "Brother Zheng, are you sick? Are you feeling unwell?"

The boy dropped the pen in his hand, straightened up, and tugged at the turtleneck sweater with his fingers, feeling a little hot all over his body.

He knew very well in his heart that he was not sick at all, his shortness of breath was because he was too close to this guy, and he was disturbed by the vague fragrance of her body.

Before he could speak, Ye Sui said with an expression of "I'm doing it for your own good", "Brother Zheng, why don't we stop here tonight, so you can go home early and rest."

This meant to drive him away.

Rong Zheng smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "It's not very comfortable."

Ye Sui closed the textbook and was about to send him out, when he heard the boy's magnetic voice again, "Tonight, I will rest at your place."

Ye Sui was stunned, "No, brother Zheng, this is not very good."

(End of this chapter)