Chapter 337: Indecent Archery Teaching
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In order to meet the needs of the Young Masters and Young Misses, some staff and coaches from the archery range were retained for this banquet to prevent any accidents.
He said that he was going to teach Murong Qiao archery, so he really took her to a separate practice room next door.
This place was tucked away from the banquet. It could be said to be quiet and undisturbed.
âAhem.â Murong Qiao suddenly laughed out loud, but she choked and coughed.
Huo Yichen, who was standing in front of the bow and arrow, immediately diverted his attention. He walked to her and helped pat her back so that Murong Qiao would feel better.
He picked up the drink from the table and handed it to her. âYouâll feel better if you drink a little.â
Murong Qiao hurriedly took a sip and let out a long breath. She couldnât help but blush at her splutter just now.
To be able to choke on her saliva from laughing, Murong Qiao instantly had a stupid thought.
âWhat are you laughing at?â Huo Yichen asked helplessly.
Murong Qiao pouted. âWhen 1 saw you choosing the bow just now, 1 suddenly felt that you looked very professional.â
She explained, but at the end, she was still a little unsatisfied and couldnât help but say what she was really thinking.
âIt makes me want to call you Coach Huo.â She turned her face away.
Murong Qiao was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, there was no one beside her. Otherwise, Murong Qiao would at most think about it but not say it.
However, Huo Yichen stopped rubbing her back and his gaze unconsciously landed on Murong Qiaoâs lips. They were slightly moist, and the slight pout made his Adamâs apple move.
However, Murong Qiao turned her face away, so he saw her watery eyes and fluttering eyelashes. He wanted to leave a mark on her fair ears and neck.
Huo Yichen leaned over and closed the distance between them. However, before he could carry out his plan, he felt a chill on his forehead.
It was Murong Qiao who stopped him.
âYou havenât taught me archery yet.â She puffed out her cheeks.
His thoughts of doing something bad were like a bubble that was broken by Murong Qiao.
Huo Yichen blinked and stared at Murong Qiao. He got up good-naturedly and turned around to get a bow that he was more comfortable with.
âCome, look at me.â The lecture was really serious.
Murong Qiao leaned over and listened to him.
âThe middle of the bow has to be parallel to the line of sight. With the bow in your left hand and the arrow in your rightââ
He sounded serious when he spoke, but although Murong Qiao listened attentively, her attention was always attracted by his standard and neat movements and postures.
In front of beauty, one would not be human if they did not look.
Murong Qiao subconsciously tried to absolve herself, but she was caught by Huo Yichen after a while.
âWhy donât you give it a try?â Huo Yichen asked.
Murong Qiaoâs mind went blank as she looked at the bow that suddenly appeared in front of her. Then, she looked up and met Huo Yichenâs half-smile.
Oh no, she had only been looking at Huo Yichen and hadnât really listened.
Murong Qiao coughed lightly, as if to ease the awkwardness. She felt guilty, but she still picked up the bow.
She turned and took a step forward. She looked at the distant target and slowly drew her bow.
â⊠Heh.â Huo Yichen gave an almost imperceptible chuckle.
Murong Qiao looked like she was drawing the bow, but in fact, what Huo Yichen taught her just now wasnât used at all. He could tell at a glance that Murong Qiao wasnât listening.
However, Huo Yichen didnât point it out and let Murong Qiao shoot.
Swoosh!
An arrow shot out.
âUnfortunately, you missed the target,â Huo Yichen announced the results calmly.
Murong Qiaoâs face and earlobes turned red. She clenched her bow tightly in embarrassment and looked everywhere but at Huo Yichen.
Guilt was written all over her face.
Huo Yichen walked up to Murong Qiao. âJust nowââ
He was about to say something when Murong Qiao interrupted him.
âI made a mistake. Letâs do it again!â Murong Qiao was guilty but stubborn.
She even added, âItâs normal to be nervous the first time you shoot.â
She sounded very righteous.
Huo Yichenâs heart softened even more. He had never intended to blame her.
He simply reached out and stood behind Murong Qiao, wrapping his hands around hers.
âThen, letâs do it again,â he said.
Murong Qiaoâs guilty conscience dissipated when she felt the warmth coming from behind her. However, her hand that was holding the bow and arrow felt weak instead.
Feeling Huo Yichenâs dry and broad palm on the back of her hand, Murong Qiao seemed to feel a small flame burning in her heart.
Murong Qiao pursed her lips. âThereâsâŠâ
She wanted to say that there was no need for that, but before she could finish, Huo Yichen stopped her.
âI feel like you donât understand what 1 just said, Student Murong. Itâs more appropriate for me to teach you personally,â Huo Yichen said with a smile.
It was fine if he didnât speak at first, but when he spoke, his hot breath sprayed on Murong Qiaoâs exposed neck, causing a numbing itch.
Especially since the two of them were very close, Murong Qiao could feel the vibration in the chest of the person behind her.
She wanted to speak, but she was afraid that Huo Yichen would make her neck itch again. In the end, her body went weak and she couldnât stand still. No matter how she thought about it, it was embarrassing. However, she didnât speak and the other partyâs body pressed against hers.
Unknowingly, Murong Qiao had the illusion that she was being controlled by Huo Yichen.
âFocus.â But Huo Yichen didnât give her a chance to think too much.
He took Murong Qiaoâs hand and placed it on the bow. He used a lot of strength, but it was not enough to hurt Murong Qiao. He only controlled it exquisitely and placed the arrow on the bowstring, letting Murong Qiao sense the strength that had been tightened to the limit.
His feet moved parallel to her. In order to exert force with the arrow, the two of them got closer to each other.
Huo Yichenâs lips almost touched Murong Qiaoâs hair, and it became a real whisper in her ear.
âLook at the bullâs eye, concentrate, and focus on that pointââ
Huo Yichen lectured seriously. Murong Qiaoâs ears turned soft, and her mind was in a mess.
She wanted to focus now, but Huo Yichen wouldnât let her.
The second arrow was a ten-ringed one.
âQiaoqiao is amazing,â Huo Yichen praised.
Murong Qiao glared at him, but her gaze was not threatening at all. Instead, it was a little embarrassed.
How was that Tenth Ring score hers?
Relying on her petite figure, Murong Qiao squatted down and escaped from Huo Yichenâs arms.
âIâm learning it anymore,â she said angrily.
If this continued, even if Huo Yichen didnât have any thoughts, Murong Qiao couldnât control the dirty thoughts in her mind.
For the first time, she felt that being good-looking was also a pain. She was in pain now.
Besides, she didnât use much strength just now. It was Huo Yichen who shot the arrows. Seeing him praise her so seriously, Murong Qiaoâs face turned red.
Huo Yichen put down the bow in his hand. âAlright.â
He went along with Murong Qiaoâs words, but the regret in his words made Murong Qiaoâs face burn even more.
âLetâs go then.â Murong Qiao heaved a sigh of relief.
Hearing this, she turned around to open the door and leave.
However, before she could even touch the doorknob, she was pulled into Huo Yichenâs arms by the force behind her.
The world spun. Murong Qiao fell onto the soft sofa and met Huo Yichenâs eyes.
âIf you wonât learn archery, you can learn something else,â Huo Yichen said seriously.
Murong Qiao suddenly felt like a helpless lass in the hands of a fatuous ruler who was greedy for beauty.
She gave up on herself and nibbled on Huo Yichenâs lips, her eyes filled with accusation.
âAlright, itâs my honor to be taught by Teacher Huo..â
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