But he remembered that Ren Yaoqi used his right hand to hold the chopsticks and the chess pieces, so he couldn't help but feel curious.
Ren Yaoqi looked back at Xiao Jingxi, thought for a moment, then moved the pen to his right hand, then took out another piece of white paper and wrote the word "Jing" on it.
Although it was only one character, anyone with a discerning eye could tell it was written by a different hand than the one she had previously written with her left hand. Ren Yaoqi's handwriting was excellent, clear and elegant with a sense of freedom and grace, a true master's style, which even pleased her father.
"I write with my left hand just because I don't want people to recognize it." Ren Yaoqi explained with a smile.
She had practiced writing with her right hand for over twenty years, so even if she wanted to change her handwriting, people familiar with her could still recognize it. Fortunately, her left-hand handwriting was also presentable.
Xiao Jingxi was stunned when he looked at the word "Jing".
In reality, Ren Yaoqi had only written it casually, perhaps because Xiao Jinglin was standing across from her desk. Since they were already friends, she hadn't bothered with the taboo surrounding names. She'd simply forgotten that Xiao Jingxi's name also contained the character "Jing."
Fortunately, Xiao Jingxi's expression soon calmed down. He picked up the piece of paper as if nothing had happened, and compared it with the written letter in Ren Yaoqi's hand: "The handwriting on the right hand is better than that on the left hand." He commented objectively.
Ren Yaoqi smiled and turned to look at him, half-seriously saying, "Of course. I usually use my right hand. I write with my left hand mostly when I'm doing something bad."
Xiao Jingxi looked at the smiling face so close to him, listened to her jokes, and couldn't help laughing.
Standing on the other side of the desk, Xiao Jinglin saw the two people behind it. One was a gentleman, the other gentle and beautiful. They each held a piece of paper with ink stains on it. They smiled at each other in tacit understanding and whispered to each other. The scene was so harmonious that it was hard to break it.
As if by some strange coincidence, the princess, who had never been fond of poetry or melancholy, actually opened her mouth and murmured softly, "From now on, my green hair will look like grass, my breasts will add fragrance, my family will be like fairies, and my writings will embellish the country."
Her voice was so soft that Ren Yaoqi didn't hear it. She also didn't see the strange look on Xiao Jingxi's face who was standing next to her.
By the time she noticed, Second Young Master Xiao had already returned to normal, except for the tips of his ears, which had suddenly turned red for no apparent reason.
Ren Yaoqi was talking to him about the future arrangements and didn't pay much attention to the expression on his face.
Xiao Jingxi lowered his head and looked at Ren Yaoqi's eyelashes trembling slightly as he spoke. The voice that reached his ears was very soft, gentle and pleasant, which made him stop in his tracks when he wanted to walk away, unable to move an inch.
It was a strange feeling, like suddenly my hearing, vision, and sense of smell had all become extraordinarily sharp, yet I was also trapped in a kind of nightmare. Everything I heard, saw, and smelled was only related to that particular person, so my body movements were actually restricted.
Xiao Jingxi suddenly felt a little confused. Normally, this kind of expression would not appear on the face of Master Xiao, who was like an immortal who could plan everything.
Facts have proven that no one is truly omnipotent. At least in the life of the omnipotent Second Young Master Xiao, there are mysteries that even he cannot comprehend.
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