Lu Shang slightly lowered his head and looked at the girl who was holding onto his collar with a bit of effort.

  Her pair of glassy eyes shone with a brilliant light, like a fire in a thorny bush, her red lips tightly pursed, just like an obviously angry but trying to pretend not to be angry proud cat.

  It seemed as if a feather had lightly brushed past his heart, and he involuntarily bowed his head slightly, so that the girl could feel more at ease.

  It can be said like this...

  He leaned in closer to the girls face.

  "What font did the young lady usually study in the past?"

  Her autumn water-like eyes slightly turned, like a pair of autumn pupils, "The women of the Great Rui Dynasty have always loved to practice calligraphy with a single love for hairpin flowers and small regular script, can you?"

  Lu Shang looked at Chu Cha, who was very close to him, with a slightly dark gaze, but it was soon replaced by a warm and gentle color. "The young lady is so lovely and innocent, this hairpin may not be suitable for you, in my opinion, the Yang Rong small script would be more suitable."

  Chu Cha slightly raised an eyebrow, "The homework you handed in to the teacher this morning, was it written in running script? Can you do Yang Rongs small regular script?"

  Lu Shang smiled calmly, "If the young lady wants to learn, Lu Shang will teach."

  Chu Cha let go of Lu Shangs collar without changing his expression and took out a few sheets of Xuan paper from the bookcase, spreading them on the desk.

  "Now, lets get started."

  With a flourish of his brush, he wrote down the four characters "jian su bao pu" on the rice paper.

  After the ink on the paper had slightly dried, he handed the brush over to Chu Cha.

  Chu Cha had never learned calligraphy in his previous life.

  Just saw Lu Shangs pen-holding posture earlier, and learned from it, but the handwriting is extremely sloppy.

  It takes a long time to write just one character "see", but the result is crooked and twisted.

  Not even comparable to the original owner...

  Chu Cha pursed her lips tightly, her face full of displeasure.

  Just as she was about to continue writing the next three words.

  Her hand holding the pen was suddenly covered by a large hand, and at the same time, she felt a faint scent of grass rushing towards her.

  "Miss, the character should be written like this: the entering stroke has a revealed tip, smooth and flowing; the horizontal stroke has a central tip, with a pause in the middle, avoiding superficiality; the closing stroke has a hidden tip, with horizontal strokes starting from right to left, and vertical strokes starting from bottom to top."

  The boys voice was slightly hoarse, his breath brushing against her ear.

  Chus shoulders trembled slightly, and his eyes became misty...

  She gently bit her lower lip which was painted a bright red.

  "Embracing simplicity, abandoning worldly desires, having few private thoughts and desires..." Chu Cha murmured to herself a few times, her heartbeat slowly calming down, but her body remained stiff.

  Lu Shang listened to the girl in front of him murmuring quietly, and suddenly smiled, this time with a rare hint of sincerity.

  Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door.

  "Miss, lunch is ready."

  Its early summer.

  Chu Chas expression returned to normal somewhat, "I know, Ill go later."

  Early summer nodded and retreated.

  The study fell silent once again.

  Lu Shangsong released his grip on Chu Chas hand and took a few steps back. "Young lady, why dont you try it yourself?"

  Chu Cha slightly tilted her head, then grasped the brush in her hand and twirled it around before calmly turning around, "I dont want to practice writing on paper anymore."

  Lu Shangs eyelashes trembled slightly before falling, covering the complex expression in his dark eyes. His thin lips pursed and then opened slightly, "Where does the young lady want to practice her calligraphy?"

  Chu Cha walked slowly towards him, her footsteps making an unmistakable thud sound in the quiet study...

  Its as if every step is trampling on his heart.

  He gazed at the red-skirted maiden with an air of proud solitude, her hand holding a brush with slender and delicate fingers as white as jade.

  She stood in front of him and then raised her hand...

  The slightly sharp wolf hair brush tip with ink lightly touched his neck.

  "With a hint of sharpness in the entering stroke, a central sharpness in the moving stroke, and a hidden sharpness in the closing stroke." Along with her almost whispery voice, the pen tip danced like a dragon on his collarbone.

  Lu Shangs black pupils were like ebony, clear and deep at this moment, staring tightly at Chu Chas red lips that opened and closed suddenly.

  He felt that his heart was also scratched by the pen tip, with a tingling sensation, making him feel itchy and unbearable, as if he had fallen into a dead end...