Xiaoyue slammed the wet paper onto the table: "You owe me money, you owe me money."
Yun Xingfei watched as Xiaoyue became hysterical, arguing with it about the paper.
"What do you want me to compensate you for?" There were also papers in the guest room, and Yun Xingfei tore one off and threw it at Xiaoyue.
Xiaoyue cried in distress, "There are no words on this paper, no words on it! I need paper with words on it!"
Yun Xingfei sighed, "Women are such a hassle." He thought Xiaoyue was different, but they're all the same.
Yun Xingfei grew impatient. "Just tell me what you want to write, and I'll write it for you."
When Xiaoyue heard that Yun Xingfei could write, she remembered that he had been reading a book in the tree when he fell down, and her eyes lit up: "Ge, Er, Ping, Xiao, Dou, Ding, Gao, Lei, Xiao, Yue, ten characters in total." Xiaoyue answered.
“That’s easy,” Yun Xingfei said, driving to the table, taking out a brush, dipping it in ink, and stretching out a piece of white paper to write.
As Xiaoyue was writing, she came over to the table and said, "I want to learn how to write."
Xiaoyue nodded, her eyes fixed on Yun Xingfei's calligraphy brush.
“If you want to learn to write, I’ll teach you,” Yun Xingfei said in a cheerful voice.
"No need," Xiaoyue thought. She and Yun Xingfei were not on the same path anyway, so it was better to have less contact.
After writing, Yun Xingfei picked up the paper and blew on it to dry the ink before handing it to Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue folded it again, but because her clothes were wet, she held it in her hand.
"Thank you, Young Master Yun, for saving me today. I'm leaving now." Xiaoyue said, turning to walk out.
Yun Xingfei quickly stopped Xiaoyue, chuckling as he said, "Does that mean you'd offer yourself to her? That's what storytellers say."
Xiaoyue rolled her eyes at him and ignored him.
As they were about to leave, Yun Xingfei, seeing that the girl was disobedient, stepped forward and grabbed her clothes. "Screech!" Xiaoyue's tattered clothes were ripped open in an instant.
Xiaoyue's eyes widened, and she covered the front of her shirt, afraid it would come undone. Yun Xingfei was also startled. He just wanted Xiaoyue to stay for a while, and that Yun San would bring her the clothes back later so she could change before leaving.
Yun Xingfei said awkwardly in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
Xiaoyue realized he didn't mean it and shouted, "Get me some clothes!"
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