Ning An walked behind him obediently, already very skilled.

While she was massaging him, Mo Xiu turned on the radio drama and listened to it. It was in French, and Ning An could only understand a little bit.

She majored in English and minored in French.

He chose French class purely because of Song Shaoyan, so he took French as an elective.

Back then, they were not in the same major, nor were they in the same grade. She liked Song Shaoyan, and it was not easy to meet him. She could only use these "crooked" methods.

There are many girls chasing Shao Yan of Song Dynasty, and the eldest son of Song Dynasty is a well-deserved school idol. All the classes chosen by eldest son of Song Dynasty are full.

Song Shaoyan took French as an elective because he planned to study abroad in France after graduation. However, he probably did not expect at the time that his grandfather would arrange a marriage for him after graduation.

This failed marriage was a constraint for Song Shaoyan, and for her... it was a pain that she didn't want to remember anymore.

No one is happy.

When I heard Mo Xiu turn on the radio drama, the green memories of college were brought back bit by bit.

That time of cautious and secret love may be the last good thing.

The only sounds in the bedroom were the regular breathing of the two people and the sounds of radio dramas.

Mo Xiu closed his eyes, pursed his thin lips tightly, and said nothing.

After a long time, Ning An said: "Do you like to listen to "Charlie III"?"

Mo Xiu still didn't speak.

Ning An sneered: "The whole play praises King Charlie's wisdom and wisdom, but there is nothing so beautiful behind this story. Princess Lisa likes Guard Charlie, but Charlie has a sweetheart, and he married the princess even though he knew he had a sweetheart, because

He wanted power, and later he got his wish and became the king of a country. He was deeply loved by the people and was very great. He made Princess Lisa his queen. In the eyes of men, Charlie is the embodiment of wisdom and wisdom, but no one can

I don’t know if Princess Lisa is happy or not.”

"A play written by a man, only men like to listen to it."

Mo Xiu gave a rare laugh: "False."

"I won't argue with you." Ning An was dissatisfied, "You can listen to what you want, but I don't like to hear it anyway."

"Then what do you like to listen to? Let me try to tune it."

"No, no, you can listen to this if you like. Anyway, I don't understand a few words in French. I'm just familiar with this story."

"The plot you just mentioned is the first part of "Charlie III", and there is also a second part."

"Really?" Ning An was curious, "Then what is the second part about?"

"King Charles loved his queen very much and was very kind to her. They gave birth to two sons, and the two sons gave birth to grandsons and granddaughters. The story continues until his grandson came to power."

"Is there really a second part?"

"Really, if you don't believe me, go check it out."

Ning An really didn't believe it. She saw this story when she was in college, and there was no second part.

Ning An pressed his shoulders for a while and asked, "Is it okay? Do you want to press it again?"

"Legs." He closed his eyes happily.

Ning An obediently knelt down, touched his leg, and pressed him gently.

She couldn't see clearly, and accidentally touched some places that she shouldn't have touched. She suddenly retracted her hand, blushed mostly, and kept a distance from Mo Xiu.

After pressing for a while, she stood up: "It's getting late, it's time to have dinner."

"No appetite." He said calmly.

"Oh, then I'll go eat." Ning An didn't bother to care about him.

"Cook me a bowl of noodles."

"Let's talk after I finish eating."

Ning An walked out of Mo Xiu's bedroom.
Chapter completed!