"First, relax your fingers, then bring them together naturally, holding the pen with your wrist vertical. Mi Mi is doing it right."
Lou Che stood behind the girl, holding her in his arms in an extremely possessive posture.
The man opened his palm and wrapped the girl's small and tender fingers.
Ruan Mian held the pen and followed the man's movements to write two words on the pure white paper, his strokes extremely carefully and slowly.
"Vertical stroke, left stroke, right stroke..."
The girl's long, curly eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.
Lou Che seemed oblivious to all this. The hair that fell after he put on his crown brushed against the side of the girl's face, causing the person in his arms to tremble uncomfortably.
The young king was tall and graceful, with an ethereal and handsome face. His temperament was as cool and clear as a mountain spring, and he was neither anxious nor panicky.
The girl's slightly wet, soft black hair stuck to her snow-white neck, and her eyes were filled with tears on her small face.
She is always so spoiled and silly, and can only sob and cry when she is bullied.
The girl looked up and could only see the smooth jaw of the man resting on her right shoulder. There was a dampness in her soft voice.
"I don't want to write anymore, Your Majesty..."
The girl's watery eyes were filled with scattered light, which made people feel so soft-hearted that they would even pick the moon from the sky for her.
Ruan Mian caught a glimpse of the darkness and gloom in the depths of his eyes, and she let go of the brush in fright.
The ink from the tip of the pen spread out a large black stain on the paper, covering up the words that had just been written with great difficulty.
"Mianmian, how do you think I should punish you?"
The man's slightly hoarse tone contained a hint of deliberate anger, as if he was really angry.
Anyone with a little bit of common sense could tell that he was joking, but the silly little fool couldn't understand.
She thought that Lou Che would lock her up in a dark and cold cell at any time when he got angry, leaving her without food or water and being beaten every day. The more she thought about it, the more scared she became.
The girl's eyelashes were wetted by the tears that suddenly flowed out and stuck together in clumps. The corners of her eyes were rubbed red by her. Her words were soft and tearful.
"Your Majesty, I'll rewrite it. Please don't be angry..."
Don't put me in a cell.
Lou Che held her slender white hand and took the brush away.
"I want to hear you say it yourself, no need to write it down."
His eyes were always fixed with interest on the girl's flushed cheeks. He did not urge her and waited slowly.
When Ruan Mian thought back on it, her earlobes turned red with embarrassment. That was clearly a nickname that was only used between ordinary couples.
She fumbled with the corner of the table nervously until an incense stick of time had passed, then she whispered timidly, "Husband..."
The sound was extremely faint, but the man still caught it accurately.
Suddenly, joy flashed in the depths of his calm eyes, and he chuckled.
"I am here."
The girl was at a loss as to what to do after hearing this affectionate response, as if they had really become an ordinary couple, deeply in love with each other.
Ruan Mian could see that Lou Che was in a good mood at the moment, so she bravely asked.
"Your Majesty, may I go for a walk?"
She didn't want to be imprisoned here anymore, like a pet being kept for the owner's amusement, with no private space at all. This was not what she wanted.
Hearing this, the curve of the man's mouth gradually disappeared, and his expression between his eyebrows became indifferent.
"Who does Mian Mian want to find? The Imperial Master or Qi Wuyuan?"
The girl hurriedly explained, "I just don't want to be tied up. I don't want to go find them."
The girl obviously underestimated the emperor's possessiveness of her, and these explanations had no effect.
There was a bottomless pool in Lou Che's dark eyes. He easily picked up the girl by the waist and walked towards the dragon bed.
"The Imperial Master has important matters to attend to, so I'm afraid he doesn't have time to chat with Mianmian. As for Qi Wuyuan, he's already... dead."
The girl sat obediently on the bright yellow silk bed with her black hair falling down like a waterfall and her palm-sized face showing a gorgeous and frightened expression.
She curled her fingertips slightly and grabbed the corner of the quilt, trying to curl herself up and hide in it.
"You killed him?"
There was a thick layer of disbelief in his words. After all, he was the young master of Mobei. How could it be possible...
The man was not joking with her. He lowered his eyes and looked down at the slightly dazed girl.
He pinched his fair chin, frowned and asked.
"Mianmian, are you feeling sorry for him? Have you forgotten how he played you in the palm of his hand before?"
Ruan Mian's lower lip had been bitten red by her, and she glared at Lou Che with sobs.
"But you can't just kill people casually. What's the difference between you and an executioner?"
The man's slender fingers pressed harder and harder, leaving deep fingerprints on the girl's tender little chin.
"Ugh, that hurts."
She is obviously a spoiled child, but she was deceived by Qi Wuyuan and fell off a cliff. She suffered so much, and now she is speaking for that guy.
Ruan Mian shrank back and tried to hide, but was unable to escape.
The straps of the bed curtains broke, and the layers of curtains hung down, blocking the view of the dragon couch.
"Mianmian, stop crying."
Words of tenderness and kindness lingered in the girl's ears, like a dream, and her tears seemed to never stop.
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