Princess, stop being a demon

Chapter 91 92. Men with facial paralysis will not be loved by girls
"The benevolence of a woman!" Throwing down the four words coolly, Chonghua turned his body coldly, and the moment he turned around, an imperceptible trace of red quickly crossed his gloomy face.

Mu Linge thought for a while, and then said, "Whatever you want to say. I am a woman, so naturally I can't do the same things as you men. I am not wrong, and Ruoshui is not wrong. The only thing wrong is that there is no trust between us."

Her voice was clear and bright, like spring water flowing through the valley, and it seemed to be a little lonely, but her eyes were shining, shining like stars.

Chonghua twitched the corners of his mouth, noncommittal, so there was a long silence between the two, only to hear the rustling mountain wind slowly passing over the top of the head, hair, clothes, and the two of them seemed to be cool. Cool, like a cold heart.

"What kind of medicine is that?"

"Bing Ninglu." Mu Linge gave a big smile, looked up at the sky, and said, "God! We're going to be late!"

So he hurriedly took Chonghua's hand and rushed up the mountain. Today's first class is for Brother Wen Yan!

Chonghua let her lead him in a daze, and ran mechanically with her steps, but his eyes were staring blankly at the small white hand that held his hand, and his eyes slowly moved away. It became so deep and complicated.

Although the two sprinted desperately all the way, when they finally reached the classroom, Senior Brother Wen Yan had already started explaining slowly.

"Report!" She gasped, still holding Chonghua's hand, and forgot to let go for a moment, "I'm sorry Senior Brother Wen, we're late!"

His eyes flicked past the hands they were holding, and he smiled softly, "It's okay, come in quickly!"

It wasn't until the two of them took their seats that Mu Linge took a deep breath, took out the textbook and notes from the drawer, and listened intently after gathering his concentration.

Brother Wen Yan is such a humble gentleman, gentle as jade—every time Mu Lingge sees him, such a sigh will appear in his mind, people say that a beautiful woman is like a flower, and a gentleman is like a painting, and Wen Yan, who is giving a serious lecture in front of him, why? Can it be outlined by a simple drawing?
No, this is not a painting, it is not just a painting, it is a moon, a ray of sunshine, a clear spring, and the fragrance of flowers. At this time, even if he uses all the words that can be described, he seems to be invincible. There is no way to properly describe his beauty, his goodness, his uniqueness, his uniqueness.

Ai Mu rushed in while Mu Lingge was staring directly at Wen Yan. Only then did she realize that there was another Ai Mu among those who were late. No wonder she just I feel a little different. The original difference lies in the absence of Ai Mu's teasing from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Student Ai Mu, come in quickly. The class is already halfway through. After class, you have to review the content of this class carefully." Wen Yan still had a warm smile on his face, as if being late was just a matter of time. It was only now that Mu Linge remembered such a small matter, as if Wen Yan had never raised his voice or turned cold.

Sure enough, it was the one in a million among the thousands of passers-by. Mu Linge kept nodding, feeling that his vision was really good, and he fell in love with this one in a million at a glance.

When passing by Mu Linge's seat, Ai Mu staggered suddenly, and Mu Linge reflexively reached out to help him. The moment the two bodies touched, Mu Linge felt something explode in his head. , it seems that something is about to surface.

(End of this chapter)