The young man looked up in a daze, only to see the girl bending her eyebrows and smiling softly at herself, and said silently: Isn't it boring?

He pursed his lips and shook his head.

The soul fragments of His Royal Highness are very calm and calm wherever they go, even if this is a girls' dormitory, at most, the tips of his ears are slightly red at the beginning, and after getting used to it, it will be nothing.

Left and right they don't change clothes in the dormitory.

Probably afraid that the girl would misunderstand, he simply opened his mouth to add, and his voice was clear and nice: No.

It's just that I feel inexplicably uncomfortable

Ye Sheng thought he was worried about his body, so he couldn't help pursing his lips, reached out and gently touched Xiao Bixian's white and smooth little head.

Don't be afraid.

I'll be with you.

Ding's happiness is 43

The little pen fairy floated from the schoolbag to the soft pillow, her arms lying on the edge of the pillow, her dark eyes staring at the girl's sleeping face without blinking.

Good behaved.

Even when I fell asleep, I was so obedient and soft.

The beds in the student dormitory were already small, and the little girl didn't even take up much space when she was lying on them

Just as the little pen fairy looked at the girl blankly, the other party whispered twice and turned over to the other side.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and two blushes appeared on his cheeks in hindsight.

She was just called

Him?

Ding's happiness is 44

Probably not, how long have they known each other? How could you dream of it

Do you dream about it?

Thinking of this, the little boy suddenly lowered his arm and took several steps back, and the heat on his face could not be dispelled.

He must have misheard

The little pen was carefully affirmed, but in the corner where no one saw it, he couldn't help but rise a little bit of anticipation that even he was not aware of

The bedroom was softly lit, reflecting the hair that fell from the girl's sideburns.

Brother Ayou.

The girl's soft voice pulled Ji Younian out of his complicated thoughts.

His body was faster than his thoughts, and when he heard the words, he subconsciously responded: Huh?

This question will not.

Another month has passed since he took on human form.

Pinching his fingers, it has been two months since his car accident began, and he and Ye Sheng have become more and more familiar, and the tacit understanding between the two has skyrocketed.

Of course, the happiness value has also risen steadily from the original 44 to 62.

The little boy sat on the girl's shoulder and glanced at the topic casually, and then there was a almost inaudible pop, and there was no trace of him on the girl's shoulder, only a few wisps of light smoke that had not yet dissipated in the air.

The pitch-black fountain pen lying flat on the table automatically stood up from the table, and began to list the formulas in detail in the sketchbook, and in an instant, the complicated solution process jumped on the paper.

If the teachers in the school saw it, the glasses on the bridge of their noses might fall to the ground.

Ji Younian has excellent intelligence, and he has never had a few strokes when solving problems, and no one dares to say that there is anything wrong with this process, but now this person not only writes out the process one by one, but even highlights the difficult points, for fear that the little girl will not be able to figure out something.

Even so, the little boy finally asked gently: Did I understand what I said?

Isn't it a little girl, understand?

It's whether he explained it clearly.

The arrogant young master would have such a considerate time.