Chapter 114 Her Competitive Spirit_1
As soon as Xiao Changyi mentioned the battlefield, An Jing thought of all the scars on Xiao Changyi’s body and felt uncomfortable inside. Her brows furrowed slightly, but she did not ask any further. Instead, she said, "Your handwriting is prettier than mine."
She had practiced calligraphy with her grandfather, and it seemed she had been restrained by model calligraphy texts from an early age. Although her brush writing looked quite nice, it did not have the openness of Xiao Changyi’s writing, nor did it have his grandeur.
Xiao Changyi was both amused and exasperated. "Why are you comparing your writing to mine?"
Without hesitation, An Jing lifted her chin with playful arrogance, "Haven’t you realized by now that I have a very competitive spirit?"
Xiao Changyi’s lips curved into a smile, and he remained silent. He simply reached out and gently touched her face.
At first, An Jing did not notice anything amiss and let Xiao Changyi stroke her cheek. When he withdrew his hand, she finally saw that his palm was black — meaning he had touched her face with the same hand he had been using to write with charcoal.
That meant the left side of her face must certainly be black as well.
An Jing did not get angry. Instead, she smiled even more brightly, authoritatively hooked her arm around Xiao Changyi’s neck, and pulled him down. He had no choice but to lower his head until he was at the right height, and then she rubbed her charcoal-smudged left cheek against Xiao Changyi’s handsome face.