Xu Shulou carefully lifted his robe's corner to avoid the ink and put down the brush, humming lightly as he waited for the young girl's praise - though after spending so many days together, he knew this was highly unlikely, as she always seemed to brush him off.
"Your writing is really beautiful, just the style I like."
The young girl looked earnestly at the verses he had written, her eyes sparkling and full of praise without hesitation.
Even Xu Shulou, who was used to being flattered, felt a bit embarrassed.
It wasn't that he hadn't heard such compliments before.
But after giving up hope on Lu Jingzhi, he was surprised and delighted to receive her sudden praise.
He scoffed proudly again and said, "It's just me performing at my normal level."
Thankfully, Lu Jingzhi didn't know what he was thinking, or she would have definitely said, "This child must be baffled by my usually unfriendly attitude towards him. A few simple praises and he's as giddy as a fool."
