For a moment, the only sounds in the warm room were the rustling of pen tips across rice paper and the occasional crackling of charcoal fire.

Zheng Wanqing felt a burning sensation in her heart, not knowing whether it was caused by Xie Yun's ridiculous bet or the burning charcoal in the warm room. She looked at the tangled handwriting in the notes, which seemed to come alive and jump in front of her eyes.

She sighed, and the corner of her eyes involuntarily drifted towards Xie Yun.

In the flickering candlelight, Xie Yun's brows were slightly frowned and his thin lips were pursed into a sharp arc. The tough outline was outlined in the dim halo, and the alternating shadows of light and dark wandered along the high nose bridge, and finally reached the knife-like jaw.

The knuckles of his fingers holding the pen were long and strong, the bones of his wrists exposed from his shirt cuffs were distinct, and the pale blue veins were faintly visible as he moved.

Who could have imagined that the dreaded "Tianjin Yama" would have such a captivating charm with his focused eyes and eyebrows at this moment.

Zheng Wanqing held her breath unconsciously, her eyes greedily tracing the shallow wrinkles between his eyebrows. Her fingertips tightened unconsciously, and the corners of the pages made a slight "sizzling" sound from her palm.

"Have you seen enough?"

Xie Yun's voice broke the silence, the ending tone rising slightly with a hint of teasing, his eyes lowered still focusing on the work on the desk.

Zheng Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and she hastily lowered her eyes, unable to hide the sudden blush on the tip of her ear. "I... I just..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the page.

"Just what?"

The wolf-hair brush finally rested on the jade brush mountain, and he looked up at her. His usually sharp eyes were now filled with smiles.

Zheng Wanqing's lips were gently bitten and released by her pearly teeth. She didn't know how to answer. Should she tell him the frown on his face when he was writing? Or the fierce words he said when he was playing chess?

Seeing her embarrassment, Xie Yun chuckled: "Young Miss is usually very eloquent, why is it that today you stutter?"

"Read it then!" Zheng Wanqing pretended to be calm and opened the notes again, "I'm tired of reading now, young commander, just concentrate on reviewing your papers." She lowered her head, pretending to concentrate on reading.

Zheng Wanqing secretly spat in her heart, she was really blinded by lust! She was so obsessed with this man's appearance, she was really useless.

She forced herself to calm down and fix her eyes on the page. The ink words on the page finally stopped wandering. Zheng Wanqing had just read two lines with concentration when she suddenly noticed a burning gaze.

That gaze seemed to carry warmth, first passing over the scattered hair on her temples, then slowly moving along the delicate skin on the side of her neck, and finally sticking to her fingertips as she turned the pages of the book.

She forced herself to remain calm and turned another page, but the gaze was so explicit that it seemed to penetrate the thin paper and burn a hole in her secret thoughts.

"Do you want me to help you grind it?" She finally couldn't bear it anymore and looked at him with her eyes full of smiles.

"No need," Xie Yun smiled, his red pen still fluently annotating on the paper, but his eyes never left her, "Just continue reading the notes, don't you love this? Don't pay attention to me."

How can one concentrate on reading with such a scorching gaze?

"Will the young commander have more thoughts when he looks at me like this?" Zheng Wanqing closed the book unbearably. After she blurted out these words, she realized what she had said, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to hide in.

Xie Yun paused when he heard this, and a plum blossom splashed from the tip of the wolf-hair brush to the edge of the inkstone. He slowly raised his eyes and stretched out his hand to her: "Want to know the answer?" His deep voice contained temptation, "Come here."