After having dinner with Feng Qingwu in the evening.
Feng Qingwu had something important to do, so he asked Chu Yanyan to go back to her room and rest.
Chu Yanyan was bored, so she asked someone to get a brush, ink and paper, and slowly studied it by herself according to the method Feng Qingwu taught her today.
When you first start writing, write slowly. Once you are more proficient, speed up your writing speed based on your original writing style and practice writing characters in one stroke as quickly as possible.
Unlike his soft and cute appearance, Chu Yanyan prefers to write in cursive script, which is sloppy but recognizable with a bold stroke.
Feng Qingwu finished his own business and came to see Chu Yanyan. As soon as he came in, he saw the other party practicing calligraphy at a small desk.
Seeing Chu Yanyan so persistent and serious in writing, I couldn't help but admire him in my heart.
Now he only regards Chu Yanyan as someone who can cure his mania. Apart from this, he occasionally treats Dou Dou like a toy, without any other emotional color.
He knows what is going on.
With this in mind, he walked towards the young man.
"How's the training going?"
Chu Yanyan raised his head and glanced at Feng Qingwu, then continued writing: "Not bad."
Feng Qingwu looked over and saw the words on the paper. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. It was his name.
Feng Qingwu sat beside Chu Yanyan and wrote for two or three hours.
He didn't put down his pen until Chu Yanyan yawned continuously and it was time to go to bed.
After washing the ink off her hands, Chu Yanyan was picked up by the man next to her and walked towards the bed before she could even walk onto the bed.
The two of them fell asleep hugging each other wearing only their underwear.
Chu Yanyan slept a little uncomfortably that night, mainly because Feng Qingwu's restraint was too strong, making it difficult for him to turn over while he snuggled in her arms.
After finally turning over, Feng Qingwu pressed on him again.
With this pressure, he couldn't fall asleep anymore.
Chu Yanyan opened her eyes, looked at the man who was sleeping soundly, pursed her lips, and felt depressed.
Doesn’t Feng Qingwu know about the changes in his body?
no?
But it didn’t seem like that last time I took a shower.
Did Feng Qingwu know? Of course he knew, but he finally had a good night's sleep. As for the changes in his body, he was not the kind of person who was obsessed with lust. He just hugged the soft body and slowly relieved it.
Chu Yanyan was thinking about this and fell asleep.
The world is big, but besides eating, sleeping is the most important thing.
The next morning.
Feng Qingwu sat on the side reading a book, and Chu Yanyan was practicing calligraphy. Time passed by in a relatively harmonious manner.
At lunch time.
Feng Qingwu frowned when he saw the new dishes on the table.
The maidservant who served the dishes noticed Feng Qingwu's change and said hurriedly, "Master Chu said he liked it, so I had it prepared. If Your Highness doesn't like it, I'll take it away."
Feng Qingwu looked at Chu Yanyan next to him and found that he was holding a bowl with chopsticks, staring at the plate of stir-fried shredded carrots with shining eyes.
After Chu Yanyan noticed Feng Qingwu's gaze, she took a moment to look at the man from the corner of her eye, away from the delicious shredded carrots. "Yes, it was my request. If you mind, I'll go back and eat it myself."
Feng Qingwu retracted his gaze and looked at the maids whose shoulders were shaking: "You guys go out."
"Yes." After being freed, the maidservant walked out immediately.
After the servants left, they were the only two people in the room.
"Is it time to eat?" Chu Yanyan asked Feng Qingwu, saliva almost flowing from the corners of his mouth. Radish, radish, his favorite radish.
"Eat it."
As Feng Qingwu spoke, Chu Yanyan started to pick up his chopsticks.
Feng Qingwu held the bowl and picked up the chopsticks. She saw Chu Yanyan picking up handfuls of shredded carrots and putting them in the bowl. The food tasted delicious.
Are carrots really delicious?
Feng Qingwu asked herself.
Not tasty.
He no longer looked at Chu Yanyan, but ate his favorite food slowly and leisurely.
"Don't you like carrots?" Chu Yanyan suddenly asked Feng Qingwu halfway through eating.
Feng Qingwu was stunned for a moment and replied, "I don't like it."
"Oh." Chu Yanyan continued to eat his shredded carrots.
He found that fried carrots tasted much better than raw ones.
After a delicious lunch.
Chu Yanyan's mood became much better after she ate the carrots.
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