Quick-wearing villain Bai Yueguang is very sultry

Chapter 18 Slaves around Miss Pride (18)

Lu Shang lowered his head slightly, looking at the girl who was struggling to hold his collar tightly.

Her pair of glazed eyes shone like a fire among thorn bushes, and her red lips were tightly pursed, like a proud cat who was obviously angry but insisted on showing lifelessness.

It seemed as if a feather had been lightly brushed across his heart, and he couldn't help but slightly bent down to let the girl relax.

But in this way.
Then he got a little closer to the girl's face.

"I don't know what fonts the young lady learned in the past?"

Her autumn water-like eyeballs turned slightly, like cutting water and autumn pupils, "This girl from the Darui Dynasty always loves small script with hairpin flowers, will you?"

Lu Shang looked at Chu Cha who was very close to him, his eyes darkened, but they were quickly replaced by a gentle look, "Missy is so cute, this small script with hairpin flowers may not be suitable for you, in Lu Shang's opinion, Yang Rong's lower case script is more suitable."

Chu Cha raised his eyebrows slightly, "The homework you handed over to Mr. this morning is written in cursive script. Do you know Yang Rong's regular script?"

Lu Shang smiled lightly, "Miss wants to learn, Lu Shang will."

Without changing his face, Chu Cha let go of Lu Shang's collar, found some rice paper from the bookcase and spread it on the desk.

"Now, let's start."

Lu Shang dipped the tip of his pen in ink, and wrote the four characters 'See Su Bao Pu' on the rice paper.

After the ink on the paper was slightly dry, he handed the brush to Chu Cha.

In the previous world, Chu Cha had never learned calligraphy.

It's just that seeing Lu Shang's pen-holding posture just now, he imitated it, but the handwriting was very scribbled.

It takes a long time just to write the word 'see', but the result is crooked.

Not even the original owner
Chu Cha pursed her lips tightly, her face full of displeasure.

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

A big hand suddenly covered the back of her hand holding the pen, and at the same time, she felt a faint scent of green grass rushing towards her.

"Miss, the characters should be written in this way. The pen has an exposed front, and the pen enters along the way, and the end of the pen is pointed; Left first, vertical painting wants to go down and up first."

The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, and his breath fluttered against her ears.

Yin Chu Cha's shoulders trembled slightly, and his eyes became cloudy.
She bit her bright red lower lip lightly.

"Seeing simplicity and simplicity, learning without worry, and having few selfish desires." Chu Cha whispered several times before his heartbeat gradually calmed down, but his body was still stiff.

Hearing what the girl in front of him murmured silently, Lu Shang suddenly smiled, but this time it was rare with sincerity.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from outside the door.

"Miss, lunch is ready."

It is early summer.

Chu Cha's expression became more natural, "Understood, I'll go later."

Chu Xia responded and retreated.

It was quiet again in the study.

Lu Shang let go of Chu Cha's hand holding the pen, and took a few steps back, "Miss, you can try it yourself."

Chu Cha tilted his head slightly, then turned the brush in his hand, then turned around calmly, "I don't want to practice calligraphy on paper."

Lu Shang's eyelashes trembled a few times and then lowered to cover the complicated expression in his dark eyes. His thin lips were slightly parted and opened, "Where does the young miss want to practice calligraphy?"

Chu Cha walked towards him slowly, and his steps made a 'da da' sound that was hard to ignore in this quiet study room
It seemed that every step was stepping on his heart.

He looked at the girl in the red skirt with her eyes full of aloofness, her fingers holding the writing brush were slender and slender, as white as jade.

She stood in front of him, then raised her hand.
A slightly sharp Langhao pen with ink on its tip lightly tapped on the side of his neck.

"There is an exposed front when entering a pen, a central one when a pen is executed, and a hidden front when finishing a pen." Following her almost murmured voice, the pen's tip wandered around his collarbone like a dragon.

Lu Shang's ebony black pupils were clear but bottomless at the moment, staring closely at Chu Cha's fluttering red lips.

He felt as if his heart had been scratched by the tip of the pen, with a feeling of numbness, which made his heart itchy, as if he had fallen into a deadlock
(End of this chapter)