Lu Jingzhi looked innocent, not feeling ashamed at all for his own bragging.
This made Xu Shulou feel he was being petty--after all, the guy had already said that he wanted to learn his calligraphy, so surely, one character wasn't enough... right?
Xu Shulou didn't know, he had never done such a thing before. This was his first time, he used to only imitate other people's calligraphy in the past.
And so, Lu Jingzhi spent a fulfilling and pleasant afternoon transitioning from practicing his calligraphy to watching others write.
Xu Shulou had three noticeable knife wounds, one of which was on his back.
Normally, eating and sleeping carefree, the wound, which had been properly treated, did not bother him.
But today, because of writing, the prolonged strain on his muscles caused the wound to reopen.
It was Lu Jingzhi who caught a whiff of the blood scent, staring wide-eyed with amorous eyes, he asked, "Xiaobai, did your wound reopen?"
