The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

Lu Heng swirled his fingertips slowly on the earlobe and said, "This is the earlobe xué. Remember?"

Wang Yanqing was stunned by Lu Heng's teaching tone. Lu Heng pinched his fingers left and right on Wang Yanqing's auricle, and casually reported xué's name on his mouth. If his breath swept across Wang Yanqing's ears, this place was the most sensitive. The more Wang Yanqing tried to endure it, the redder the ears became. Finally, the outer edge of the ears connected to the skin on the neck, turning pale pink.

Luckily, Lu Heng still looked like he was teaching seriously. He noticed that Wang Yanqing was distracted, and gave her a slap in the face as punishment: "Concentrate."

Lu Heng's hands are different from those of scholars. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child. He has obvious joints and long phalanges. When he presses it against the skin, he will tell you that it is a pair of men's hands. Wang Yanqing subconsciously wanted to hide, but Lu Heng leaned forward, leaving only an inch of space for her to move freely. Wang Yanqing was in a dilemma, so he had to say: "Second brother, I can't remember this way, or I'd better bring the drawings, and I'll look at the back of the drawings."

"No." Lu Heng said slowly, "How can this kind of thing be faked? Second brother will definitely teach you."

Wang Yanqing thought that even if she taught by hand, she wouldn't need to use her as a teaching material, right? Wouldn't it be better to get a dummy? She asked vaguely, "There should be wooden figures in the house, right?"

Lu Heng sighed regretfully, "No."

He asked for shadow puppets just now, such a rare thing, and he found it in just one meal. Now, in the family of Jinyiwei who has been in the army for generations, there are no wooden figures who practice martial arts.

Wang Yanqing didn't know what to say, but Lu Heng's fingers had slid across the skin behind her ears, and pressed gently on her neck: "This is Fengfu, Dummen, Dazhui, and Body Pillar."

His hand slid down Wang Yanqing's spine, while saying xué's name, he passed through his shoulder blades, his back, and finally stopped at his waist. Lu Heng's fingers were strong, and he pressed it on the back of his waist. Wang Yanqing suddenly felt half of his body numb, and the muscles on his waist faintly trembled.

"This is Mingmen xué." Lu Heng asked calmly with the bracelet behind Wang Yanqing's waist, "Do you remember? If you don't remember, the second brother will teach you again."

After all, Wang Yanqing had studied martial arts, and even if he lost his memory, he still knew a few important positions in the human body. However, she obviously couldn't compare with Lu Heng. Lu Heng was not only familiar with each position of the human body, but also seemed to know the effects and uses of each position.

Wang Yanqing dared to ask Lu Heng to teach it again, and nodded quickly: "I learned it."

Lu Heng looked at her with a smile: "Really?"

This time it was Wang Yanqing's turn to nod his head, for fear that Lu Heng would not believe it: "Really."

"Okay." The students learned after only one teaching, but Lu Heng was not happy and sounded a little disappointed. Wang Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly waited for Lu Heng to withdraw his hand, but the hand behind her waist showed no sign of restraining. She moved and slid up her spinal sulcus, like it was carrying electricity, crackling all the way, and a numbness came from her spine to the back of her head, making her body freeze.

But the culprit lowered his eyes and looked at her innocently: "I'm here to help you find the position behind you. Qingqing, what's the matter with you?"

Wang Yanqing felt that he couldn't go on like this anymore, so he took the initiative to say: "Second brother, I can't remember this tossing, it's better for me to do it, you can give me some pointers."

Lu Heng nodded generously this time, immediately let go of Wang Yanqing, leaned against the screen with a smile, and said, "Come on."

Wang Yanqing had a good plan in her heart. The second brother's hand would always touch some places on her body by mistake. If it was her who gave Lu Heng a massage, this embarrassment would never happen. Wang Yanqing calmed down, took off his embroidered shoes, knelt down beside Lu Heng, followed the way he did last time, and pressed the sun lightly.

Rarely interested, Lu Heng regarded this as a small game to relax his mind after handling the case. Lu Heng is a man, and Wang Yanqing is groping on him. If he has anything to care about, she will take the lead. Lu Heng has been taking time to relax, but when Wang Yanqing's hand approached his sun, an idea suddenly crossed his mind.

If she has been feigning amnesia, now is the best time for her to kill him. At such a close distance, and going straight to death, Lu Heng couldn't hide at all.

Lu Heng's body tensed in an instant, his arm subconsciously wanted to push the possible danger away, but he hesitated for some reason, thus missing the best opportunity. Wang Yanqing's soft and cool fingers had touched Lu Heng's skin. She pressed it carefully and asked, "Second brother, is this right?"

Blue veins stretched out on the back of Lu Heng's hand, he felt Wang Yanqing's shallow breathing, and knew that he was suspicious. His arms relaxed a little bit, but the joints were still tight: "Yes."

Wang Yanqing didn't know that in just a moment, she had walked around the edge of life and death. Wang Yanqing gently pressed Lu Heng's forehead, her fingertips were soft, and her body still carried the fragrance after bathing. But Lu Heng still couldn't relax, he sighed secretly, because he didn't deserve the grace of beauty.

Lu Heng suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Wang Yanqing's waist, and pulled her to his side: "Qingqing is doing well. I'm fine now, you should rest for a while."

Wang Yanqing straightened her waist to help Lu Heng press Xué's seat, when he was suddenly hugged by the waist, she was unprepared, and fell to Lu Heng. Luckily, Lu Heng responded quickly, holding her waist with both hands, firmly immobilizing her. Wang Yanqing's upper body leaned towards Lu Heng uncontrollably, her palms pressed against Lu Heng's shoulders, her hair slipped from her shoulders, covering half of the light.