The apex pet of the sick lady

Chapter 44 Cold, deep and introverted national teacher VS scheming paranoid prince (12)

Xie Beiyue was also very unhappy, and kept cursing Fu Tong, saying that he was looking for trouble for nothing.

"Jin Yi, don't take this matter to heart, Fu Tong is just a fool..."

Xie Beiyue was looking at Wei Jinyi worriedly, when she caught a glimpse of a snow-white figure out of the corner of her eye, she quickly turned her attention.

"teacher?"

Wei Jinyi raised his head and met Fable's dark eyes.

Those eyes are not as light and quiet as usual, but have a kind of deep and strange that makes people dare not look deeply.

Wei Jinyi's heart instinctively flinched.

Fable stood at the door when the first bell rang.

She saw Fu Tong's words and the unrestrained contempt and ridicule of the students in the class.

Fable lowered his eyes, restrained his emotions, and walked into the class.

The students below were surprised and puzzled.

Why do adults come to class C in their class?

This incident was not notified in advance, and the other teachers in the South Study Room did not know about it.

This class was originally Fan Zhongqiao's class, and other teachers went to ask her.

Fan Zhongqiao also had a confused look on her face, she didn't know what to ask, and she was also suddenly notified that this class was replaced by the Master of the National Teacher.

Fable threw down the jade slip, she had never made such an insignificant action.

"Bang" sound.

The students below became quiet. Wei Jinyi and Xie Beiyue, who knew her a little bit, knew that she was in a bad mood.

Is it because of him?
Wei Jinyi's wet eyes, like a rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River in June, were entwined with fables.

Fable didn't give a lecture, but only assigned a problem for the students below to do, and then said: "Wei Jinyi."

Wei Jinyi froze for a moment, then stood up, "Yes."

"come over."

"..."

Wei Jinyi walked over, feeling unspeakably nervous, "Teacher."

A low table and two cushions were placed on the podium.

Fable bent slightly, opened the enlightenment book on the table, and said to Wei Jinyi, "Sit down."

Wei Jinyi sat down cross-legged.

He put his hands on the table, looked at the enlightenment book in front of him, pursed his lips in bewilderment, not knowing what to do.

At this time, a cool and light fragrance suddenly hit from behind.

Fable knelt down on one knee behind him, wrapped his arms around his side, and held him in his arms from behind, and the breath of his words fell on the young man's snow-white ears.

"I'll teach you how to read."

There was still an inch of distance between the two, and they were not close to each other, but this posture, this distance, still made Wei Jinyi at a loss for what to do, and the deer bumped wildly.

From an outsider's point of view, it was the calm and self-sufficient national teacher who embraced the petite boy intimately in his arms, with his chin resting on his thin shoulders.

This pose...

The students below wished they could drag Wei Jinyi out of Fable's arms and replace them with themselves.

Wei Jinyi couldn't feel the envious, jealous gaze below her, her mind was filled with her smell, her temperature...

Fable raised his eyes slightly and looked at the students under his eyes. His eyes gave the students a feeling of chills all over their bodies.

They quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look up again.

Fable looked down at the enlightenment book on the table, and when talking to Wei Jinyi, his voice slowed down, "Take a pen."

Wei Jinyi froze for a moment, then picked up the writing brush on the table.

He didn't even hold the pen correctly.

Fable patiently taught him how to hold the pen, and then held his hand. The slender hand could completely hold Wei Jinyi's thin and thin hand in it.

The touch of the skin, the tender and soft touch in the hand, made Fable uncontrollably clenched, wanting to rub this hand into the palm of his hand.

"Teacher..." Wei Jinyi turned his head and looked up at her with a small face, his eyes were wet.

Fable calmly relaxed, calmly and restrained, held his hand and taught him to write, occasionally speaking in his ear, teaching him how to pronounce the word.

Wei Jinyi tried her best to concentrate on recognizing characters, but she still felt unreal as if she was stepping on a cloud, and she was in a trance.

He didn't realize it, and at some time, the woman behind him hugged him in her arms, with her chest pressed against his back, and her left arm wrapped around his slender waist.

"You write it yourself." Fable let go of Wei Jinyi's hand.

Wei Jinyi's eyelashes trembled, and the hand holding the pen tightened, "Yes."

He bowed his head to write, and gradually became absorbed in it, ignoring the fable who was holding him behind him.

Fable hugged him with one hand, put the other hand on his waist very naturally, resisted not moving, rested his chin on the young man's shoulder, and turned his head to see his ear.

Fable stared at the boy's snow-white earlobe, her eyes darkened, showing a bit of obsession, she leaned closer, and lightly pecked the boy's earlobe.

It's gone at the touch of a touch, even the boy in his arms didn't notice it.

Thank you Beiyue for seeing it.

He looked at the two people on the podium, his eyes were red, his eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his head to force back the water in his eyes.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Fable had already let go of Wei Jinyi.

Hearing the bell, Wei Jinyi felt the passage of time. He put down his pen, turned his head and looked at the fable who was some distance away from him, "Teacher..."

He didn't know what to say.

Finally stood up, ready to say to leave.

But before he could move, he was stopped by Fable, "Slow down."

Wei Jinyi was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Wei Jinyi still maintained the posture of sitting on the cushion, and Fable knelt on one knee on another cushion, not far behind him.

Fable didn't answer, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Wei Jinyi's wrist.

The cold temperature of her fingertips, like snow falling on her skin, made Wei Jinyi subconsciously want to shrink her hands.

"do not move."

Wei Jinyi didn't dare to move.

Fable supported Wei Jinyi's wrist with one hand, took out a handkerchief with the other hand, lowered his eyes, and said casually: "There is ink."

Wei Jinyi saw that his right wrist was indeed stained with black ink.

He was a little puzzled, he didn't even know when he got infected.

Wei Jinyi was a little embarrassed, "Teacher, I'll do it myself."

Without saying a fable, she lowered her head and wiped his wrist seriously.

Just after wiping it a few times, Wei Jinyi felt the pain. She wanted to endure it, but when she wiped it clean, she didn't intend to stop.

Wei Jinyi frowned in pain, "Teacher..."

"Be patient."

Her voice is slightly cold.

Wei Jinyi froze for a moment, then looked up at her face.

The woman's face is fair and beautiful, her eyebrows are downcast, her expression is indifferent, and she is concentrating on wiping his wrists, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Could the coldness in that tone be his illusion?
Wei Jinyi bit her lower lip, didn't dare to say another word, and looked down at her wrist.

The skin was flushed and the ink was clean.

Fable's movements were neither hasty nor slow, but there was a stubbornness that frightened Wei Jinyi. She seemed to want to wipe off something unclean even though there was nothing there.

Fable doesn't know how long he will be satisfied after wiping.

It wasn't until the skin on his wrist was broken, and the boy's eyes were red with pain, that he stopped unsatisfied.

Fable left the class, Wei Jinyi's eyes were red, and he pulled down his sleeves to cover his red wrists.

He went back to his place and sat down.

Xie Beiyue wanted to get angry with him, but couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"

He didn't see clearly what Fable had done to him, but he saw that Wei Jinyi's eyes were red.

With burning pain on his wrist, Wei Jinyi shook his head and smiled, "It's okay."

His eyes revealed a bit of grievance and bewilderment.

How can there be ink like this?

Is he that unclean?
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