Having said that, she dipped her brush in the ink, waiting for Xu Jingxi's hand to grip hers again, but she had already forgotten how to write in running script.
She wanted Xu Jingxi to teach her once more.
Actually, Xu Jingxi understood as he watched her frown in confusion.
Her Wolf Hair Brush scratched back and forth across the ink slab, hesitating to put the brush to the Xuan paper, waiting and waiting, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her expression.
Xu Jingxi knew her thoughts like the back of his hand, and he laughed with a scoff, "I'd be more interested in wishing myself three wives and four concubines."
He was bad, and brazenly so, as Leh Ying shoved him with her elbow.
He didn't get angry, which only made Leh Ying feel that her actions seemed flirtatious to him.
Then, a large hand reached out, snatching the Wolf Hair Brush from her and replaced it with a Small-Leaf Rosewood Red Bean Hair Tube.
