Qiao Le thought that she was embarrassed enough at the moment. Until she saw Jun Yan actually pick up a pen and paper and seriously list a row of martial arts for her.

also asked her intimately if she wanted to learn.

Qiao Le: "......"

Jun Yan: "Don't like these?" It's okay, I still have ......"

Seeing that Jun Yan was about to pick up the pen again, Qiao Le finally climbed on someone's lap, and looked at him helplessly and gently.

This gentleness is like a clear stream of a mountain stream, like a breeze at the fingertips, quiet but full of surprises.

Qiao Le: "Jun Yan, why do you say you are so different?" ”

Staring at Jun Yan, Qiao Lezai carefully observed the young man in front of him.

looked at his extremely handsome facial features, and that indifferent expression. Qiao Le couldn't help but reach out to touch, because only touching could make her feel real.

Some people say that meeting you has cost me all my luck.

Jole didn't believe it.

But now, she believed.

Because Jun Yan is so good, so good that she can't help but believe it, even believe it.

As long as I can meet you, what is luck?

That's right, Jun Yan.

Jun Yan: "It's different? Not like whom? ”

Looking at Qiao Le, Jun Yan's face suddenly sank, and he made a puzzled and unhappy voice.

The sword eyebrows are slightly frowned, good-looking, but there is a coldness.

It's different, there's always a reference, right? So, who is he different from?

Chu Huai?

Looking at someone's gradually deteriorating expression, Qiao Le felt that all explanations were so pale and weak.

Interpretation?

Forget it, no explanation is needed.

The problems that can be solved with a kiss do not need to be explained.

Qiao Le was sitting on Jun Yan's lap, so she lowered her eyes without thinking about it, and gently kissed this slightly unhappy young man who was still entangled in who she was different from.

Fortunately, Qiao Le guessed correctly.

She is a pervert, and Jun Yan is not bad.

Everyone is half-catty and eighty-tael, prostituting each other for nothing, and the problems that can be solved by using white prostitution are not a problem.

After kissing, Qiao Le still coaxed Jun Yan with a smile.

Qiao Le: "Brother Yan, Le'er loves you the most." ”

However, just when she was holding Jun Yan and rubbing him like a big cat.

Someone took out the list of martial arts again, and made the sound of Wang Po selling melons.

Le'er, do you want to learn? Shall I teach you? This martial art is very useful, you will definitely like it......

Eventually, Qiao Le reached out and covered his mouth.

Jun Yan, I've already hit the top of ten thunders, and you, who still come to sell me martial arts, really don't your conscience hurt?

How? It's not enough that I can only stand within a radius of five meters from you, you still want me to coil on you like an octopus, are you happy?

It's just shrimp and pig heart, people and gods are angry!

It's like the Huabei that tempts you when you have no money to treasure for Taobao.

Don't ask, if you ask, you don't learn!

If you don't buy it, get 100% off!

Looking at Qiao Le, who was determined, Jun Yan was lost for a second, and then raised a gentle smile.

In fact, Jun Yan is not a fool, when Qiao Le said that he had to hide by his side in order to protect himself, Jun Yan understood.

understood what Qiao Le was thinking in his heart, what he should have understood at that time.

Did the goblins not simply like him, but because they were unlucky......

Maybe this is the truth, but Jun Yan found that he didn't really care that much.

At best, it's just a little depressing.

I am depressed about my own may have thought too much, but it was extremely beautiful.

But what could he do?

He loves Jole.

Therefore he could not bear to rebuke her, for he preferred to keep her in his arms forever than to rebuke her, and not to allow her to go anywhere.

So Le'er, you have to study hard.

If you don't learn, Brother Yan will also supervise you to learn!