When she glanced at him like this, he suddenly turned black just now. The pale yellow paper was as dark as a ghost painting talisman.

"How do you think I wrote? I need to listen to the truth!"

Feng Lixue asked.

Although she doesn't care whether it looks good or not, she writes it with great enthusiasm anyway.

...

Xiaofeng suddenly felt a gaze beside him. He suddenly turned his head to Feng Lixue, who had a dark face with ink marks. When he saw that she seemed to look at him with disgust, he immediately became angry again!

"I might as well say it directly, just two words, it's so ugly!"

"Hey, I'd better not deceive myself like this. Anyway, my skills are just like this. I have never written calligraphy before. I can still expect how good I wrote it for the first time."

Feng Lixue said so he put down the brush in his hand, his eyes smiling, as if there was nothing but a glance at Xiaofeng's face.

Xiaofeng saw that Feng Lixue's face was very gloomy at this time, so he spoke slightly, "Writing is not a one-day skill. Water drops through the stone, just like practicing kung fu. He can only practice hard every day and night to practice well."

"Are you comforting me? Dog?"

Feng Lixue just looked at him with a funny look, feeling that his words were not as annoying as before.

In fact, she just held the brush so hard, and it took a long time to put a few words on the paper...

"..., I have a name called Xiaofeng. You are almost out of ink. I will help you grind ink."

As he said that, Xiaofeng came over to help Feng Lixue grind the ink carefully.

“…”

She felt that he Xiaofeng had some of the stubborn stubble? Now he was actually helping him grind ink and still getting close to her...

“…”

But this whistling wind is quite pleasing to the eye.

A blue-robed and a handsome face with a expressionless face suddenly hit Feng Lixue's eyes, who was very close to him at this time.

She has a slender figure as straight and slender as a benchmark, a healthy wheat-colored skin, a knife-cut eyebrows, a high nose bridge, a thin but tight pursed lips, and a pair of dark eyeballs flashing dark green at times.

"Enough, no need to grind it anymore. If you grind it, I don't want to write anymore! Writing is so tiring!"

I saw Feng Lixue compared the words written by Ling Guyu before and wrote a new unknown word, and even she herself didn't know how to pronounce this word.

"…, what are you talking about?"

Xiaofeng, who was grinding Feng Lixue, was so polished with ink, stared at the huge ugly words written by Feng Lixue incredibly!!

He twitched the corners of his mouth in shame...

"I don't know! I wrote it according to the word "Your Little Prince."

Feng Lixue looked innocent and confused...

"This is the word "Snow", you wrote...this..."

Xiaofeng is simply unable to complain about her now!

At this moment, he was speechless!

This little girl actually wrote the words incorrectly compared to the little prince?

It's really stupid!

So like this... how could she deserve his little prince...

Xiaofeng was a little worried, but in a blink of an eye his heart thought: She was not worthy of... (?д?)

She is so careless, has a temper, is willful, willful, arrogant and domineering... except for this beautiful and outstanding face.

He thought that a little princess, a little princess, had only a lot of shortcomings left...

“……, Damn… I wrote the wrong words…”

Damn, I'm just a Bichi!

Feng Lixue grabbed the paper that she had "scrapped" in annoyance, ravaged it into a ball, and threw it on the ground in depression. She sighed, she was really suffering. She couldn't use this brush at all, it was soft and could not use any strength...
Chapter completed!