Jiuyou Huangfei

Chapter 204 It's rare that you are so sensible

Every time Ji Feili uttered a word, his tone became more serious, as did the strength of his subordinates.

"Where is it?"

Mu Xiyan wanted to shake off his hand, but couldn't.

"Be clear... Otherwise, how do you think I will fix you?"

"He's my patient, really, better than real gold."

On the first day Bei Zhefeng lived in, he was caught just like that.

Ji Feili slowly raised the corners of his lips, shook his head and smiled: "Is he your patient? But I remember that you have never been the kind of person who is dedicated to benevolence and saves all sentient beings."

Is this... a compliment to her?
"Who says I'm not? In fact, I've always been a kind-hearted person, but you don't know it."

Mu Xiyan prevaricates in embarrassment.

"Mu Xiyan, it seems that you still don't know where you belong! Let me ask you, do you think you can decide your own life?"

"Of course!"

"Of course?" Ji Feili's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Mu Xiyan stared into his eyes unwillingly.

Then, she discovered a very strange phenomenon.

That is, she can read other people's thoughts, but she can't see through him alone.

No matter what method you use, you can't see through it.

"Mu Xiyan, are you stubborn? Believe it or not, I will control your body and let you striptease in front of me!"

control?

Absolute control!

She forgot about the guy's number one talent.

"That..." Mu Xiyan could only take a step back, "I feel that with my current strength, I'm still a bit powerless to decide my own life."

Ji Feili gave her a look of "it's rare that you are so sensible".

He reached out and gave her a piece of paper, a brush, and a box of red ink pads by the way.

Mu Xiyan was dumbfounded: "Where did you take it out?"

"Of course it's my Qiankun bag. Don't change the subject. You won't be able to escape tonight."

Mu Xiyan broke out in cold sweat.

This sentence is very meaningful.

She really didn't know how to answer.

"Does your handwriting look good?" Ji Feili put all the things on the desk, lit the lamp, took her hand, and led her to the stool.

Mu Xiyan was in shock and doubts, and didn't dare to sit down for a moment.

"May I ask you something?" Ji Feili turned his head and looked at her leisurely.

His face is still as handsome as before, but in Mu Xiyan's eyes, this face seems like a demon alive.

In fact, she doesn't need to be afraid.

But for some reason, she felt guilty when she met this person.

"My handwriting is not pretty."

Although Huan Ling Dao used the same font as her previous life, she has always been cautious and used to it, and never easily left her calligraphy elsewhere, fearing that others would imitate her font.

So, this time she also flatly refused.

"Not good-looking? Could it be that your handwriting is dog crawling?"

Ji Feili put his hands on her shoulders, and pressed her forcefully onto the bench.

Mu Xiyan couldn't resist him, she blinked her big eyes, sat down pitifully, and weakly grasped the brush that Ji Feili stuffed into her hand.

Goodness see...

She can write with a ballpoint pen just fine.

Using a writing brush...that would be killing!
"I really can't write well." Mu Xiyan explained softly, when she tilted her hand, she "unconsciously" threw the brush out.

The tip of the brush has been dipped in ink, and she used a lot of strength, as long as she throws it on the ground, and the ink splashes, she can ask to clean the floor, and there is another excuse to avoid writing!

(End of this chapter)