The distinct knuckles of his hand fell on the paper, merely tapping lightly, yet it made one feel the fingers were relaxed and powerful.
The edges of the neatly trimmed nails showed Du Yunluo's imitation of Mu Lianxiao's handwriting—elegant and grand.
Du Yunluo glanced at it, her gaze slowly moving from his fingertips upward to Mu Lianxiao's face. She curved her lips into a smile.
Since he had seen this piece of writing, there was nothing more for her to hide. Seeing Mu Lianxiao open his mouth to ask for it, Du Yunluo couldn't help but feel a bit playful. She smiled and said, "You can write one in the same way."
Mu Lianxiao raised his eyebrows slightly; this answer was quite surprising. Looking at Du Yunluo's mischievous smile, he couldn't help but smile as well and leaned forward, saying, "I'll take it back and write one from it."
