Wen Ran didn't choose Shen Wu's calligraphy practice books casually; the content of their exams would include these books, which contained the most difficult and complex characters.
Although he was quite unfamiliar with writing, his ability to mimic was excellent. After Wen Ran practiced with him a few times, he had already learned every stroke.
Naturally, his style of writing became identical to hers.
He was tireless, leaning over the desk and carefully writing each stroke.
The sky was turning dark, and he had unknowingly spent the whole afternoon writing at the desk, with papers piled high on the table.
Wen Ran looked at the sky and grasped his hand, "Let's continue tomorrow, Shen Jiaojiao, take a break."
Shen Wu turned his face, his eyes instinctively curving into a smile, "Okay."
Wen Ran leaned over to kiss him again, then took away the pen from his hand and started tidying up the desk.
Shen Wu quietly leaned closer to her, "Ranran, about today's competition..."
