An Yurou crossed her arms, touched her bare skin, and nodded carefully, "Yes, because the paper is too small, my handwriting is also too small. Teacher...the teacher keeps saying that my handwriting is too sloppy. You may see

Not sure."

She paused, glanced at Mu Qingyu with her clear eyes, and added, "However, I have already recited it, and you also know what the unclear words are, right?"

Mu Qingyu straightened his handsome face, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and looked at An Yurou's sarcastic expression, but the expressions in his eyes were ever-changing.

What a sharp-tongued person! On the surface, she seems to be afraid of herself, but in fact, she is not afraid at all. She is still playing tricks on herself.

An Yurou, she is such a ghost!

Lowering his eyes, Mu Qingyu put away the pieces of paper and put them in the drawer. His merciless lips suddenly raised a cold and charming smile of unknown meaning, moved the chair, and slowly moved to An Yurou.

An Yurou's heart couldn't help but tremble when she saw him approaching. She moved her feet and subconsciously stepped back, leaning her back against the wall.

Soon, the man's arm stretched out.

An Yurou's scalp went numb, and she found that she was sandwiched between the high wall of flesh and the cold stone wall. She twisted her face in distress, and it was too late to get out from under the man's arm.

As soon as the man leaned forward, she became a piece of paper and stuck to the wall.

"Mr. Mu, where did I go wrong?" An Yurou didn't dare to raise her head. She knew that as soon as she raised her head, she would see those charming and scary eyes.

The male breath was blowing on the top of her head, and her scalp tightened again and again.

What's worse is that the man's body is so hot that it seems to burn her, and the posture of the two of them is too weird and ambiguous.

An Yurou's face turned red, and the heat slowly spread to her ears, but her little body couldn't stop trembling.

Mu Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her, his deep voice was rich and sexy, "The fault is that you are not smart."

No! That's too smart.

The corners of his lips curved slightly and he lifted her chin. An Yurou was forced to raise her face and meet his eyes.

She tried hard to avoid looking away, but as soon as the man blinked, she fell into a trance. These cold and charming eyes seemed to bring her back to the past...

"Do you want to listen to Brother Ye?"

"want."

"Just listen and learn to be smarter in the future. If someone bullies you, report it to the teacher or beat them back. Don't just stand around and let others beat or scold you."

"What should I do if I can't beat him?"

"Tell Brother Ye, Brother Ye will find a way to deal with them for you."

"Brother Ye, you are so kind."

"Ah!" She was lost in thought when the man's fingers suddenly pinched her cheek. Her eyes flickered and she exclaimed, returning to reality.

"Look at me!" Seeing that she wasn't paying attention, Mu Qingyu was very angry, and his brows were filled with ice.

An Yurou opened her eyes wide, facing his cold gaze, her heart beat out of rhythm, and she didn't realize that there was an evil hand under her body lifting the hem of her skirt...

"No!" She began to struggle, her eyes flashing with anger, and the nerves in her body were in a highly tense state.

"Still disobedient?" Mu Qingyu's face was close to hers, and their eyelashes almost hit each other.

Those black eyes and dark pupils were like a bottomless black pool. An Yurou seemed to feel that two strong whirlwinds were trying to suck her into the black pool.

Her red lips trembled, and she forgot to breathe and struggle.

The strange and shameful pleasure spread through her body like an electric current, her face turned redder, and her beautiful clear eyes slowly showed a blurry color.

The man's eyes flickered, and an unknown smile appeared on his thin lips. He lowered his head, and he easily sucked her slightly opened red lips...

"Well..." An Yurou started struggling again, pushing him with both hands.

It's a pity that a man is like a wall that a soft woman like her cannot push away.

She wanted to cry, but her lips were tightly sealed by the man, and her voice broke in her mouth, like a cat's cry.

She is like a broken doll, held in a man's hand and hung on his waist, suddenly rushing to the clouds, and sometimes escaping into hell, pain and joy coexist for a long time...

Du Ziteng stood at the door and heard an ambiguous and fierce sound coming from inside, so he moved and came to the stairs.

He saw Fan Lili spinning around twice in the living room like a headless fly. She might have been waiting for too long, so she couldn't hold it any longer and turned around and climbed upstairs.

"Miss Lili, the eldest young master has ordered that you cannot come up to the third floor without his permission." Du Ziteng stopped her rudely and narrowed his beautiful eyes.

Fan Lili's steps stopped and her face looked ugly. She vaguely heard An Yurou's screams coming from the study, and anyone could hear what Mu Qingyu was doing to her at that moment.

Fan Lili was so impatient that she wanted to rush up and kick the door open, but how could she dare? Ning Ning was so angry that she glared at Du Ziteng with dissatisfaction and walked down the stairs with a sullen face.

After an unknown amount of time, Du Ziteng, who was leaning on the handrail of the stairs, heard Mu Qingyu's call: "Ziteng, come in!"

Du Ziteng hurriedly opened the door and went in. He saw An Yurou sitting on the ground with her legs in messy hair, a pair of white panties torn in a corner, her head buried in her knees, her shoulders shaking, and she was still crying.

It's really pitiful to look like that.

Mu Qingyu, on the other hand, was neatly dressed, with his hair not messed up at all. Except for the sweat stains and ruddy redness on his face, his firm and firm chest still had a cold air in its sexiness.

His handsome face swept away An Yurou and said coldly to Du Ziteng: "Take her out!"

Du Ziteng hurriedly went to help An Yurou, "Girl, come with me quickly."

An Yurou's legs seemed to be unable to stand up, and her whole body was as soft as if her bones had been drained. She raised her head, her face covered with tears, and I felt pity for her.

"I can't walk." She stared at the tall and erect Mu Qingyu sadly and angrily, and couldn't help but cry, "He is not a human, he is a beast, a beast!"

"Ziteng, punish her by not allowing her to eat tonight!" Mu Qingyu's face turned cold, and his voice was sullen and cold.

"Beast!" she yelled even louder.

"Tenture her for a day!" He also raised his voice.

"Bird... um..." An Yurou's mouth was tightly covered by a hand. She stared at the enlarged face in front of her, tears still rolling down her eyes, pitifully.

"Let's go!" Du Ziteng really wanted to seal An Yurou's mouth. Why did this little girl disobey her again and again? She would scold her when she was angry.

What's in it for her?

Using a man's strength, Du Ziteng covered An Yurou's mouth with one hand, grabbed her shoulders with the other and pulled her out of the study.

"Damn girl, you are not afraid of death, but we are still afraid of death." Du Ziteng cursed angrily when he dragged her all the way to the small building and let go of An Yurou's hand.
Chapter completed!