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    Part 7 of the special training of the little wolfdog [7] It’s time to be young

    She planted a seed in Yu Boming’s young heart, and it thrived under her watering every night.

    She watched the boy slowly grow and become a thirteen-year-old boy, and she felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment in her heart.

    In the past five years, under the influence of his grandfather and uncle, his literary skills and military skills have remained the same.In addition, Li Xin came to talk to him every night, and the two gradually became as familiar as family members.

    That night, Li Xin came to look for him as usual.

    Yu Boming happened to finish taking a bath, and when he came out, he saw her leaning on the window edge, holding her chin in a daze, lost in thought.Her hair was a little messy by the wind, and it lightly brushed against her cheeks, making her dimples dizzy.

    He watched quietly for a while, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over cautiously.

    “Sister Li.”

    He spoke out, with a clear hoarse voice that broke her thoughts.

    Li Xin suddenly came over, turned around and touched his dripping hair:

    “Why are you still wet?”

    With that said, she took the handkerchief and skillfully wrung out the water droplets from his hair.Her movements were extremely gentle, and her body exuded a light, cold fragrance that lingered around his body, as if it could penetrate deep into his bones.

    “I don’t want those maids to wait on me. The young man is clumsy, so just let him do it by himself.”

    Even so, he was quite enjoying half-leaning in her arms.

    “If you catch a cold, let me see what you say.”

    Li Xin patted his head and said angrily.

    Now that he is growing up, he can change his appearance in a day.In the past, he could still hold the little dumpling in his arms, but now, he has long arms and legs, half leaning on the couch, so he can hug him safely.

    “I’m in very good health. My grandfather even praised me not long ago.”

    Yu Perming pursed his lips, showing an aggrieved expression.

    His eyebrows were as long as ink, and they were slanted in a wide and orderly manner. His eyes also followed the arc, with deep pupils and clear black and white. Although they still had the tenderness of a young boy, they already felt a bit extraordinarily handsome.

    Yu Poming’s temperament is even more different from that in the original book. Without those indecisive looks, he only feels free and uninhibited when he is active, and graceful when he is still. If you say that people are like dragons and phoenixes, it is just like this.

    Only in front of Li Xin, he would be several years younger.

    “Nonsense,”

    Li Xin tapped the bridge of his nose and said helplessly:

    “Letting you practice martial arts to strengthen your body is not just to make you feel confident.”

    After saying that, I saw that his hair was quite dry, so I was about to leave.

    Yu Boming hurriedly grabbed her, his strength was not small, and Li Xin was unprepared, and he also pulled her onto the soft couch.

    His hand rested on her waist, with a curve that was as wide as a foot.

    The young boy felt his cheeks feel a little hot.

    Li Xin didn’t react at all, she just propped herself up on the couch and sat up.

    “You’re all this old, and you’re still fooling around with me.”

    She straightened him up, and her hands fell naturally from her waist.

    Yu Boming was inexplicably a little disappointed. He clenched his hands unconsciously and lowered his head in front of Li Xin.Those blue hairs swayed on his cheeks, lining his skin like white porcelain, and his lips were of a beautiful color.

    “Sister Li, I framed the painting. Do you want to take a look?”

    Not long ago, he mentioned to Li Xin that he was quite proficient in painting, and now he just used it to change the topic.

    As expected, Li Xin did not ask any more questions, but instead turned her interest to the other side:

    “Seriously? Where did you put it?”

    She couldn’t wait to see it.

    Yu Boming directly took her hand and lay down. Her skin was as cold as ever, but as smooth as if it melted into the palm of his hand.He tightened slightly, fearing that the touch would slip away in the next second.

    Li Xin was brought to the study by him. There was a pair of them on the table, framed with good intentions.Obviously, Yu Boming likes this picture very much.

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