At home, he dressed less formally than at the company or a gala, wearing a black overcoat instead of the usual Western suit.
His fair and slender fingers held the brush effortlessly, each stroke fluid and smooth, without the slightest hesitation or pause.
It was as if he stepped out of an ancient painting of a noble scion.
He was the epitome of elegance and grace, as refined as jade.
Ming Ge watched the scene from the corridor in the Red Plum Garden, with a red plum blossom right in front of her, perfectly harmonizing the scenery with the man.
She could no longer hold back, leaving her spot, she walked through the corridor and hugged the man's waist from behind, peeking over his shoulder to admire the couplets he was writing, she praised, "Your calligraphy is beautiful."
Then she stood on tiptoe, softly kissed his face, "And you are even more beautiful."
Gong Yeyan put down the brush and pulled the mischievous woman in front of him, "Stop messing around."
