Don't eat fast, don't quit sex: Happy female monk

I tried it on paper several times and made small changes in some places.

In this way, the words written will be very even and will not be "sloppy".

Yuhua looked at the words on the paper with satisfaction. Of course, it was far inferior to that of a fountain pen, but compared to that bulky brush, it was considered to be the best.

It’s convenient and fast. These two reasons alone are enough to make it worthy of popularization.

The bamboo pen is ready, now it's time to claim credit. First find Mizusawa Xian, and then find the Great Baron through Mizusawa Xian.

Jiehua, I don’t want to mess with those women.

Where there are many women, there is more excitement and more trouble.

It's better to avoid it

"Mizawa Xian, what are you doing?" Yaohua clearly saw someone writing, but she still asked knowingly.

But sometimes if you look stupid, others will always think you are smarter. This can be regarded as flattery in disguise.

"Didn't you call me Xian'er?" Mizusawa Xian put down the pen in his hand and said a little aggrievedly.

It's just a title, but he is so sensitive... Sometimes this person is shy, and sometimes he is very fragile.

In short, Yuhua has already analyzed the complex character in her mind.

"Xian'er" Jie Hua called out. Anyway, to her, whatever she calls her is the same.

"Yeah," Mizusawa Xian was as happy as a child and nodded quickly.

Jihua smiled. He also has a childlike side. What would it be like if he were a teenager?

Sometimes, Yaohua really hopes that Mizusawa Xian will break the confinement, so that he can see his true appearance.

Is Cang Yan slightly better, or is Xian'er a step ahead?

Yaohua is looking forward to it...

But now, let’s do business first

"Xian'er, how about we have a writing competition? Let's see who can write more within one stick of incense?" said Jiehua.

"Okay, but can you write?" Mizusawa Xian asked worriedly.

I really want to faint. I can write since I was three years old... It should be said that I started writing when I was three years old.

Could it be that the real Yuhua can’t write...

Sadness, the sadness of ancient women

It is virtue for a woman to be without talent. I really don’t know which disgusting ancient person said this.