My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 193 - 167 The Person Before Me is the Person in
Chapter 193: Chapter 167: The Person Before Me is the Person in My Heart_3
Chapter 193: Chapter 167: The Person Before Me is the Person in My Heart_3
At that moment, neither of them spared any attention for Fan Yushu.
Zhao Rong smiled brilliantly, winked at Lingfei, exuding a triumphant air.
Qing Jun, I still found you, didn’t I? What good is hiding in the far reaches of Taiching Prefecture?
Mountains and seas can be leveled.
Lingfei tried hard to keep a straight face, but since the object of her daily thoughts was right in front of her, she couldn’t maintain her pout. Her gaze drifted somewhat.
At that moment, seeing Zhao Rong making faces smugly, she suddenly glared at him, but soon realized it seemed like they were flirting, and she was supposed to be “evaluating” him right now…
Lingfei took a breath, quickly composed herself, turned her head back, and continued to look down seriously at her book.
When Zhao Rong saw Qing Jun ignoring him, he cleared his throat lightly, looked around, ignoring a Residence Student whose eyes were wide as bells.
He noticed that Teacher Yan on the Xing Platform was taking a tea break and didn’t notice what was happening below, while the students in the front row were engrossed in their tasks, some even consulting their Academy seniors about the problems.
Zhao Rong turned back, glanced at Lingfei who was biting her lip and sternly staring at a blank sheet of paper as she “seriously” tried to solve the problems, and he raised an eyebrow.
He moved the desk in front of him closer to Lingfei’s side.
Instantly.
Their two desks were joined together.
Zhao Rong nudged his knee to the left and knelt beside Lingfei with a cheeky grin.
Very close, very close indeed.
Lingfei, without lifting her head, shifted to the left, and Zhao Rong immediately followed suit.
She moved again, and he followed still.
Even closer now, close enough to feel his warmth.
Lingfei’s breathing became slightly constricted.
She was now up against the edge of the desk, unable to move any further.
Suddenly, she turned her head sharply, her beautiful eyes glaring at Zhao Rong, her expression full of disdain.
Zhao Rong smiled warmly.
Lingfei glared for a while, but his gentle gaze was like poison, and she was the first to falter.
For some reason, Lingfei suddenly felt a bit wronged, sniffled softly, turned her head away, and refused to look at Zhao Rong anymore, her eyes fixed directly on the motionless sheet on the desk.
Zhao Rong, seeing Lingfei’s inexplicable expression, was suddenly pained in his heart and carefully observed her countenance.
He crossed his arms, resting them on the desk, tilted his head to look at Lingfei’s profile, then glanced at the Daoist Scripture problem on the desk.
“Silly,” he began.
Without asking, Zhao Rong took the pen from Lingfei’s hand, which still retained her warmth and subtle fragrance, stirring something inside him. However, he immediately began to write lightly, his voice husky as he explained the Daoist Scripture problem to Lingfei.
Lingfei, expressionless, watched the pen move across the paper under Zhao Rong’s hand, listening to his explanation without speaking, letting him continue.
At one moment,
She sneaked a glance at Zhao Rong’s serious profile.
They were quite close, so occasionally hints of each other’s breath wafted over.
Warm, ticklish.
As time passed by.
“…Alright, just like this, silly, did you understand? Or should I explain it again?” Zhao Rong turned his head and said, staring intently at Lingfei.
Lingfei looked at the paper and nodded, without looking at him.
Zhao Rong’s lips twitched. What did the nod mean? Did she understand, or did she not and needed it explained again?
But before he could ask again,
Teacher Yan from the Xing Platform announced that the class was over.
As the Residence Students consecutively got up, the Four Seasons Hall suddenly buzzed to life.
Seeing this, Lingfei quickly stood up, folded up the paper covered in Zhao Rong’s writing, and hurriedly ran off before many people noticed their corner.
Zhao Rong watched with a light chuckle, not chasing after her, just watching her go.
But just as her figure was about to disappear, Zhao Rong suddenly remembered something and shouted,
“Qing Jun, I wrote you a… love letter, it’s at the porter’s lodge of your residence!”
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Lingfei nodded like a panicky deer, her figure vanishing among the trees.
