He patiently explained: "Ruyi, I don't dislike your words. I think the ones you draw are just as cute as yours. ”

"Painting?" Xu Ruyi opened a pair of eyes that refused to admit defeat, "You still say that you don't dislike it?" I obviously wrote it, okay! ”

"Yes, my bad." Bo Lunyuan immediately apologized. Pick up the pen and hand it over, "You write cutely, don't be angry." ”

Xu Ruyi puffed out his cheeks and looked at the pen in his hand, but did not take it.

Bo Lunyuan knows that she is competitive. He took her hand, a large palm covering it.

"Come, I'll teach you." He spoke softly.

Bo Lunyuan is only two years older than her, and now he is only seventeen.

The boy's voice is not yet fully developed, and the low and deep voice is very good.

His hands, like the others, were warm and peaceful.

Bo Lunyuan didn't think about it, but when he grabbed her little hand, a strange feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

Her hands were slightly cool. Small, very soft, as delicate as a baby, soft as boneless.

He coughed lightly, masking his emotions. With her, write stroke by stroke.

"Hold a pen like this, it should be written like this......" he taught carefully, and the scene was very warm.

It's just that due to the wrong posture and a little longer, both of them feel a little tired.

Bo Lunyuan simply shifted his position and sat behind her, wrapping her small and delicate body.

As soon as he got close to her, there was immediately a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, and Bo Lunyuan's mood was a little restless.

However, he quickly came to his senses and began to teach her to write.

"Don't worry, it's slower here. Yes, exactly. As he wrote, he whispered in her ear.

Bo Lunyuan's warm breath swept behind her neck, a little itchy. Xu Ruyi couldn't help but move slightly.

The two of them, who were already close, made his lips instantly stick to the back of her neck because of this action.

Bo Lunyuan only felt a numbness on his lips, as if he had been electrocuted. The hands also froze.

"What's wrong?" The people who were trapped by him didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and their tone was as implicit dissatisfaction as usual.

"Nope." Bo Lunyuan shook his head, held her hand and continued to write.

In the quiet room, you can hear each other's heartbeats.

They have been living under the same roof for ten years, and now, for the first time, he has an enlightenment: this girl will be his wife, the person who will accompany him for the rest of his life.

Thinking about it like this, there was a small trickle in Bo Lunyuan's heart, with a hint of sweetness and warmth.

He tilted his head sideways and glanced at the little girl who was learning to write seriously.

From such a close distance, he seemed to be able to catch a glimpse of the fluff on her delicate pink face, and the long eyelashes fluttered, like a blue-tailed butterfly in the night sky.

What a cute girl!

"What's wrong again?" Seeing that he didn't move, Xu Ruyi spoke up.

"Nothing, let's continue." Bo Lunyuan put away his thoughts and began to teach her seriously.

Time slipped away silently. Before the two knew it, they had written late into the night.

"It's so late. I'll go back first, and I'll teach you tomorrow. Bo Lunyuan looked at the wall clock on the wall. He exited the door, but there was a hint of anticipation in his heart.

Tomorrow, he can continue to shake her hand and teach her to write stroke by stroke.

It's just a simple action, but it feels incredibly warm.