The little sweet concubine of Emperor Zun's family

Chapter 272 I'm Not Going (1)

Xue Luoyue and the others came to the other garden they had seen from the small courtyard before. This place is indeed a high-end residential area. There are many unknown small flowers planted around it. It looks green and full of aura.

What's more important is that there are guards on the periphery of these other gardens, just like the security guards in the 21st century. These people can remember the people living inside and prevent others from getting in. It can also be regarded as a protective circle.

In fact, there is a reason for the academy to do this. These top ten students add up to tens or hundreds of people, and there are also some special personnel living in it. These people can be said to be the key personnel trained by the academy in the future.

Xue Luoyue doesn't know the reason for these special personnel yet, but the college should have its own considerations, and Xue Luoyue doesn't care much about things that have nothing to do with her.

"Wow! What a big yard and room!" Xia Zihan shouted happily as soon as she entered the other garden.

Xue Luoyue and Yun Jueshang went in afterward. The layout of this courtyard was similar to the small courtyard they were in before, but the scale inside was much larger, and the scenery outside was very delicately arranged.

The doors of six rooms in three directions are open, and there is a small partition divided into two halves. There are tables, chairs and benches in the front hall, which is quite spacious.

There is only one bed in the room inside, and the space is quite large, which can accommodate another bed, although those who like to be alone will not be happy.

So, those squads that want to allow others to stay may only have two people in one room.

Xue Luoyue herself still chose the room directly opposite, Xia Zihan and Jun Qingruo chose the two rooms on the left next to each other very well, and happily arranged their own room.

Entering the room, Xue Luoyue took out the luggage she had prepared long ago from the space and put it on the empty bed. Just as she was about to make the bed, her little hand was grabbed by Yun Jueshang.

"I'll do it." Yun Jueshang couldn't help but pull Xue Luoyue to a chair beside her and sit down, then walked over there by herself, with jerky movements but neatly spread the quilt.

Xue Luoyue quietly looked at Yun Jueshang's back, a person who exuded the aura of a superior person was not suitable for doing such physical work.

But Yun Jueshang did it. Although his movements were clumsy, it was hard to hide his fatal attraction to people. It is said that serious women are the most beautiful. Xue Luoyue thinks that serious men are more beautiful, especially Yun Jueshang. man.

Elegant in nobility, charming in cold arrogance, he is the male god in the hearts of thousands of girls. Xue Luoyue guessed that if Yun Jueshang was known by many girls in the academy, Hu would not give him the title of male god.

What Xue Luoyue didn't know was that this title already existed, not to mention, there were several other male gods who were admired by many female practitioners in the academy. Of course, Yun Jueshang was definitely the number one male god.

"Here... drink some water." Seeing Yun Jueshang tidying up the room for her, Xue Luoyue was slightly embarrassed, but after thinking about the relationship between the two at the moment, she felt relieved.

"Yeah..." Yun Jueshang raised the corners of his charming mouth, drank the water in the cup, and raised his chin slightly, showing charming lines.

I don't know if it was intentional, but a drop of tea slipped from his mouth and hid in the collar of his clothes along his Adam's apple. The whole process was indescribably charming.

"Boom!" Xue Luoyue was fascinated by the sight, and her face flushed red after realizing it, well, our Yue is a different kind of woman, and she didn't have a nosebleed.

"Hmm..." Yun Jueshang's eyes flickered slightly, and he slightly pursed his lips with his tongue, which was another imaginative movement.

(End of this chapter)