Ghostly Masked Prince Xiao: Pampering and Spoiling the Little Adorable Consort

(48) Giving Rise to Ripples When Learning Writing Skills

Chu Qing-Yan.

This was her name.

She stared, slightly distracted. The words were free like the wind, so expressive yet containing a hidden restraint. The aroma of the ink made one tipsy, giving people a relaxed, bright and penetrating feeling. She had never known that such simple words could be written in such a way that would command the popular feeling and prompt everyone to look at it.

Xiao Xu didn't know about the admiration in her heart. He stretched out his hand to tap the paper, and unhurriedly said, "Your name."

Chu Qing-Yan unconsciously nodded her head.

"Learning to read, we'll start from your name. This hour, you'll just practice these three words first." Xiao Xu leaned to the side slightly, giving way for her to take his position.

Chu Qing-Yan nodded once again.

She grasped the brush and dipped it in ink. The hairs surrounding the bottom of the brush were plump and smooth, and the dense ink made it hard to separate the individual hairs.

She hadn't written using a brush for a long time, so her heart was uncertain of her own abilities. Her fingers trembled slightly, and a drop of concentrated ink dripped out, landed on the snow-white paper and spreading out on it.

Chu Qing-Yan subconsciously glanced at Xiao Xu who was observing her at the side. Seeing he didn't have any expression, she released a breath in relief. She immediately drained away the extra ink on the inkstone. Just now, she was too anxious and dampened the brush with too much ink.

Chu Qing-Yan boosted up her spirit before she once again leaned over to put pen to paper.

One brush, a somewhat stiff stroke. Turning the brush, with ink spreading thin lines everywhere. Chu Qing-Yan blushed with shame. She had really not written with a brush for many years. What she wrote, sure enough, was something that couldn't be shown to others.

Fortunately, Xiao Xu didn't say anything and let her continue to practice.

Chu Qing-Yan once again lowered her head to write. After she finished writing two full sheets' worth of words, she decided to change the paper.

She had just placed a new piece of paper on top, when the golden color projected by the sun under her sleeves was suddenly covered by a dark shadow. Chu Qing-Yan decided to look closer and saw that it was actually a person's shadow. She was just about to turn around when she saw that the black shadow had surrounded her entire person. The 'clean coldness carrying a trace of ink' fragrance momentarily assaulted her senses.

Chu Qing-Yan was immediately fixed in place, lowering her head to stare blankly as a long, slim, white hand passed by her waist to grip the hand she used to hold the brush. Afterwards, the other hand was casually placed on the table at her left side.

Chu Qing-Yan originally thought that people with his type of ice-cold temperament would definitely give off cold air from head to toe. She felt that his hand must also be like millennium-old ice. However, when his hand covered hers afterwards, she only felt a warmth like the warm sunlight of spring. She was slightly distracted.

Not right, not right, how could she be confused by his charm? Although she is a devotee of beauty, but she still had integrity okay?

She ought to be indignant, because right now, she was just being taken advantage of right?

Because Chu Qing-Yan's back was to Xiao Xu, he didn't see her varied guesses and her changing mood. After his hand wrapped around her smaller hand, Xiao Xu also stared blankly for quite a while. This was the first time he had gripped another person's hand. Having lived for twenty years, the most he had done was to write and hold a sword. Those things were ice-cold, completely lacking any sound; and only this soft warmth coming from his hand allowed him to feel something new and odd.