"I, I'm not impetuous."

After Li Mujin finished speaking, he looked at Li Mufan's reaction and saw him lowering his head and uttering this sentence for a long time. It disappointed Li Mujin.

"It's good if you don't have impetuousness."

But Li Mujin was not angry when she heard this.

He stretched out his hand and patted him gently, looked at him, said nothing, and walked forward with great strides.

This naughty child looks a little impetuous at first glance.

It's probably in adolescence!

Li Mujin understood, so she didn't say anything more. She had already said enough. If he could recall the taste, he would recall the taste. If he could not recall the taste, the more she said, the more radical he would be.

Li Mujin left, and Li Mufan was indeed standing there stupidly, looking at Li Mujin's back as he walked away, feeling uncomfortable.

He didn't know what was wrong recently, but he was indeed a little restless. Especially when he saw Xiao Jingliang's face that was not surprised by favor and disgrace! Looking at that face, he wanted to go up and tear his disguise.

A disguised face?

When I think of that face and think about how he gets along with him on weekdays, he doesn’t pretend to be anything except talking less. It’s him that he is obsessed with it, no, it’s him that is jealous.

I was jealous of that boy, and I was better than him.

He is a top student in the School of Literature, and he is just at the end of the crane of the School of Martial Arts. Every time he goes to the gate of the School of Literature, many people who study there like to point fingers at him, as if mocking him.

He didn't like this feeling very much, so he transferred this feeling to Xiao Jingliang. I remember the last time he scolded him, but he didn't care.

With difficulty moving, Li Mufan followed. When he returned home, Xiao Jingliang was wearing a thin robe, sitting under the lamp writing, looking at the water stains on the ground, and seemed to have just wiped his body.

A scholar like him never goes to the pond to take a bath.

He walked in and looked at Xiao Jingliang sitting there writing. Li Mufan was unwilling to disturb him for the first time. Halfway through, he turned around and walked out.

As soon as he left, Xiao Jingliang finally raised his head, looked at his back, and was stunned for a moment. He was stunned for a moment, lowered his head again, and continued to lift his pen to write.

This book was borrowed from Mr. Liu, and it was an isolated book. It will be copied tonight and will be returned to Mr. tomorrow morning.

Li Mufan went out, scooped a basin of cold water, sat on a low stool and started washing his feet with slippers. They learned martial arts differently, and they needed cloth shoes every day, or long boots.

He sweated a lot every day, and his feet were so stinky every time he came back. Although he had taken a shower in the pond today, his feet were still so stinky that he couldn't smell them.

For this reason, Xiao Jingliang often told him to take off his shoes and wash his feet outside and then go into the house, but he had never heard of it. Since his elder sister said that she wanted to get along well with him today, he came out after thinking about it.

"Yeah, this is a promising today."

After washing his feet, Li Mufan entered the house wearing the sandals sewn by his elder sister. As for the pair of stinky shoes, he soaked them.

As soon as he entered, Xiao Jingliang still didn't look at him.

Seeing this, Li Mufan deliberately lay on the bed, then raised his white feet and shook them hard.

Finally, Xiao Jingliang saw it. Who knew that he had heard him say this. When Li Mufan heard it, his ears suddenly turned red. He turned his head and glanced at him, "Don't worry, write your words quickly, I'm going to sleep."
Chapter completed!