I Save The Disabled Villain by Pretending to be Pitiful (Wearing A Book)

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Chi Han really sat beside Rong Xu's desk and didn't leave, and the two were huddled behind the small desk.

Anyway, every day class is similar to self-study. Chi Han casually took out the book from Rong Xu's desk and started to read -

"Dynamic Macroeconomic Theory"

Chi Han: "..."

Sorry to bother you.

Chi Han flipped through a book in a few seconds, and even the title could only understand the first one.

introduction.

He closed the book, looked at Rong Xu expressionlessly, and whispered, "This is your book?"

Although Chi Han is thin, he has a pair of straight and slender legs, and the narrow space allows him to fold it up. The legs are very close to Rong Xu's legs.

Rong Xu just couldn't stand up, but his legs were conscious. After the initial psychological struggle, he gradually relaxed his legs quietly, and the area with Chi Hanpai became larger and larger.

The boy's body temperature kept coming through the clothes.

Rong Xu's fingers holding the pen clenched and loosened. He didn't know what this strange feeling was called, but he knew that he was shivering against Chi Han's skin at the moment.

Yelling for more.

Rong Xu's dark eyes slowly moved to Chi Han's clearly articulated finger, but that finger was still poking at him at this moment.

His eyes sank, he reached out to hold the hand, and pushed it aside before his master could react.

"Mine, the homepage has a name."

Chi Han was inexplicably thrown away.

Why was Rong Xu suddenly unhappy?

Delayed puberty?

Chi Han frowned, and opened the home page with little care.

Two powerful words were written on the white paper, with sharp edges, like a murdering sword.

Rong Xu.

These two words were written abruptly with an aura of killing.

Chi Han was amazed and couldn't help touching it. There were even raised marks carved on the back of the paper.

This word! Simply beautiful!

People say that seeing a word is like seeing a person, and sure enough, if this word were placed in ancient times, it would probably be a young man with long hair tied up in fresh clothes and angry horses galloping on the battlefield!

"The words you wrote are so beautiful! Ei Rongxu, you can write one for me too!"

Chi Han's eyes were bright, and he reached out and digged in his pocket, only to find that all his things had been removed, he left and right After looking around, he suddenly stretched out his palm and urged, "Just write here and write here! Use a black pen to write!"

Rong Xu's original expression was like a misty rain, but suddenly stopped, his eyes turned black, and his eyes were full of That white palm that kept shaking.

"Write... what?"

He said hoarsely, a little hot.

Chi Han stretched his fingers strangely and said puzzled: "Your name! I want to be exactly the same as the one in this book!"