"Has Xiangrong finished writing?"
Jing Zhe asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiangrong blushed even more.
She was originally a very slow writer, but in the past few days, thanks to the calligraphy practice tips that Jing Zhe taught her, her speed has improved a lot.
But Jing Zhe had just told her too many stories, and she still had a lot to think of herself, so how could she finish writing so quickly?
So she turned around, looked at him somewhat shyly, and said, "Young master... I've only written a little bit... Why don't you take a look first?"
Jing Zhe did not refuse, walked to her side, and looked down at her.
Because Yu Xiangrong was sitting, Jing Zhe had to bend down to look at the Xuan paper in front of her, getting closer and closer to her.
As Yu Xiangrong sat there, she could smell Jing Zhe's unique masculine scent and feel his warm breath on her earlobe and neck, which made her heart race.
She tilted her head slightly and secretly glanced at Jing Zhe, only to find him staring intently at the Xuan paper on the table. Looking at his handsome and sculpted face so closely, an unprecedented feeling overwhelmed Xiang Rong, making her feel as if she couldn't breathe.
Her face turned even redder, and her breathing became rapid. Too many things rushed into her innocent mind, which had been simple for twenty years, making her so flustered that she felt dizzy and disoriented. Her hands were sometimes twisted together and sometimes hanging down at her sides, and she didn't know where to put them.
At this moment, Jing Zhe really didn't think much about it.
He lowered his head, simply wanting to see how well Yu Xiangrong had written it. At first glance, it was indeed quite good. He had only given her a rough outline, and Yu Xiangrong had filled in a lot of her own ideas, making the story more complete.
The only drawback is that she writes a bit slowly, but that's still quite remarkable for Xiangrong.
Fortunately, the story of the monkey will continue for a long time, giving Yu Xiangrong plenty of time. Besides, wouldn't it be boring if she wrote it too quickly and finished it ahead of time?
After finishing reading, he straightened up and noticed that Yu Xiangrong was staring at him intently. Jing Zhe smiled and said, "Xiangrong?"
Ah~
Yu Xiangrong then came to her senses, "Young...Young Master, have you...finished reading?"
Jing Zhe noticed that Yu Xiangrong's speech to him had improved a lot; she would only stutter when she was nervous.
"I've finished reading it, and it's well-written!"
Upon receiving Jing Zhe's affirmation, Yu Xiangrong's lips curved into a beautiful smile, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Then, young master... tell Xiangrong the rest as well!"
Jing Zhe smiled and subconsciously reached out to pat her head, but stopped halfway through.
Yu Xiangrong blinked her peach blossom eyes and continued to look at him with a charmingly innocent expression. So Jing Zhe laughed and said, "Don't bite off more than you can chew. There are already enough stories. If Xiangrong finishes writing them all, it will take at least a month or two, right?"
"I can sleep a little less each day and write a little more!"
This time, Jing Zhe couldn't help but pat her head and said affectionately, "Xiangrong, let me tell you, writing this story is partly to practice your calligraphy, and partly to pass the time. Write it whenever you have free time, but don't overwork yourself, understand?"
With such a caring tone and intimate gestures, Yu Xiangrong felt she should back away, but why didn't she have the courage to do so? Instead, she felt very happy.
And he even nodded naturally.
"Um."
Her face radiated a satisfaction she had never felt before; in all these years, she had never felt so fulfilled.
"Besides, by the time you finish writing, I'll probably be back from Jinxi. I'll come over every day to tell you about it. How does that sound, Xiangrong?"
"Um."
Yu Xiangrong nodded again, feeling that she, who was already a bit silly, seemed to have lost her ability to think at this moment. Whatever he said was the truth, and this feeling was good.
...
"President Jing, Miss!"
The two talked for a while, and Yu Zecheng's voice came from outside the garden.
Yu Zecheng was quite capable; he deliberately shouted from a distance, partly to remind Jing Zhe, and partly to prevent himself from seeing something he shouldn't have.
"General Yu, over here!"
Jing Zhe called out, and Yu Zecheng, hearing the noise, breathed a sigh of relief and ran over.
"President Jing, Miss, Duke Yu has asked me to invite you over!"
Jing Zhe raised an eyebrow: "What, did Yu Haixing go and complain, so Duke Yu came to us?"
"President Jing is overthinking it."
Yu Zecheng smiled and said, "Young Master did complain, but Duke Yu only gave him a scolding. He didn't intend to confront President Jing. It's just that it's lunchtime now, so he asked me to call you over for dinner!"
Jing Zhe nodded, satisfied, and let Yu Zecheng leave first.
He waited for Yu Xiangrong, but Yu Xiangrong was in no hurry to leave. She prepared to tidy up the Xuan paper first, and with Jing Zhe's help, they finished tidying it up in no time.
Where should I put it?
"Put it in my room...I'll go there myself."
He then reached for the thing in Jing Zhe's hand, but Jing Zhe dodged him.
"I'll take it. I didn't even know where you lived. I might as well go and visit you on my way!"
Yu Xiangrong wanted to refuse, but she was too tongue-tied, and with Jing Zhe smiling at her, she didn't know what to say, so she could only silently accept it.
Yu Xiangrong walked in front, and Jing Zhe followed behind.
When Yu Xiangrong arrived at her room, she felt a little lost. She wondered if she should invite him in to sit down, but she didn't know how to start the conversation. She felt that it might be inappropriate for two people who had just met to do so.
Just as she was hesitating, Jing Zhe laughed and said, "Don't just stand there, hurry up and put the things in, your dad is waiting for us to eat!"
Hearing this, Yu Xiangrong finally felt relieved and glanced at Jing Zhe, her eyes full of gratitude.
She had barely stepped into the house when Jing Zhe's voice rang out from behind her again.
"After we finish eating, you could invite me to your room for a bit, Xiangrong!"
"..."
Yu Xiangrong was so ashamed that she fled in panic.
When she came out of the room, her complexion had returned to normal.
This time, Jing Zhe led the way, and she followed behind. The two walked quietly, one in front of the other, while Yu Xiangrong kept her head down, seemingly lost in thought.
Jing Zhe suddenly stopped, and Yu Xiangrong, caught off guard, bumped into him.
Even though the adorable baby felt pain, she didn't cry out like a normal person. Instead, she let out a soft moan, took two steps back, and looked up at Jing Zhe with a shy expression.
"I...I'm sorry...Young Master."
Nervous, Yu Xiangrong began to stammer again.
Seeing how cute she looked, Jing Zhe couldn't resist teasing her, so he grinned mischievously and said, "Xiangrong, do you have feelings for me? If you do, just say it. How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?"
Surprisingly, the adorable baby was indeed frighteningly naive.
"oh."
"..."
The answer left Jing Zhe speechless.
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