This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

As night fell, He Jing adjusted the light bulb, making the kitchen even brighter.

He took an ink stick and slowly began to grind the ink.

"When grinding ink, you should do it lightly and slowly, keep the inkstone flat, press down hard and turn lightly, start slowly and then speed up."

He Jing's pleasant voice sang softly, sounding even more mellow in the quiet kitchen, like a stream melting in early spring flowing into the heart.

When he holds a pen to write, he appears to be a completely different person.

The rugged, wild air about him had completely faded away, and the flickering candlelight illuminated the resolute features of his brows, adding a touch of scholarly refinement.

Ye Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment.

[Ding—Warning: Love-struck Warning!]

Startled by the sudden sound, she was caught off guard.

Hearing the noise, He Jing paused in his actions, looked up, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Xiaoxiao raised the corners of her mouth: "It's nothing, just a bug. Let's begin!"

After saying that, she picked up a pen and casually wrote the character "叶" (leaf) on it.

word.

He Jing lowered his eyes to look at the large characters she had written in one stroke, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He comforted himself by saying that it was perfectly normal for his handwriting to be a little messy when he first started writing.

Ye Xiaoxiao: ...It's not easy for a max-level pro like me to pretend to be a newbie!

However, when it's time to act, you still have to act; you can't be ambiguous about it.

All I heard her say was, forcing herself to speak, "Did I... write it too badly?"

He Jing: May I hold her hand while I write? Wouldn't that be too abrupt?

Ye Xiaoxiao's bright eyes were full of smiles, and a thousand charms were reflected in her eyebrows, but when she turned her head to look at He Jing, her eyes were pure and innocent.

She tentatively suggested, "How about... you hold my hand and write?"

[Keep pretending! Host, I recently learned a new phrase: You can hold more than a sack of potatoes.]

Ye Xiaoxiao: Get lost! Don't bother me if you have nothing to do.

He Jing hesitated for a long time before placing his large hand on the back of Ye Xiaoxiao's hand.

When he touched that smooth and delicate hand, he felt a strange sensation travel from his palm all the way to his heart.

From my angle, I could just see the woman's fair and delicate neck, which made it hard to look away.

Ye Xiaoxiao glanced casually at their right hands, which were clasped together, her bright eyes filled with amusement.

The person behind him pretended to be calm, but the rapid beating of his heart betrayed his true feelings.

A smile played on her lips, her expression innocent. She turned and asked, "He Jing, if I don't write well, will you spank my hand?"

The girl's voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of mischief in it.

She was already stunningly beautiful, but now she had an air of deliberate allure that made He Jing gasp for breath.

As he got closer, he could faintly smell a natural scent of soapberry, mixed with a subtle fragrance of Chinese medicine, as natural and pure as the forests of Dongshan Village.

His Adam's apple moved almost imperceptibly. He composed himself and spoke in a deep, mellow voice: "For this vertical stroke, begin with a dot, move the brush straight down in the center, slow down at the end, pause, and then finish the stroke to the lower right."

Ye Xiaoxiao didn't exert any force with her right hand, letting his broad, calloused hand guide her as she wielded the brush.

A firm, upright, and vigorous stroke leaps off the paper. Like a drawn bow and nocked arrow, it exudes an imposing aura.

"Try it yourself."

He Jing released Ye Xiaoxiao's hand, but the sensation in his palm just now...

It didn't dissipate; it still lingered in her heart.

Ye Xiaoxiao held the pen, her expression becoming serious and focused.

Under her pen, a beautiful and exquisite vertical stroke with a drooping dew mark was sketched on the paper.

A hint of appreciation flashed in He Jing's bright phoenix eyes. He hadn't expected that Ye Xiaoxiao could write such beautiful strokes after only one lesson.

Ye Xiaoxiao: I didn't write well, I was just pretending.

"He Jing, what do you think of my writing?"

There was a hint of expectation in her eyes as she looked at He Jing.

Before He Jing could speak, someone interrupted him.

The two little ones had been itching to complain for a long time, and now that they had the chance, they had to get it off their chests.

The two sat at the other end of the table, whispering to each other.

He Wuyang covered his mouth with one hand and leaned close to He Wuyou's ear: "Second brother, did eldest brother teach you to write this seriously?"

"No, what about you?" He Wuyou also lowered his body and whispered.

"No, you forgot, you taught me all the characters I know."

He Wuyou: ...

"My brother is so biased! He only teaches my sister-in-law to write, and he doesn't even hold my hand to teach me."

"It's okay, I can teach you."

"..."