Gu Lingling felt it was no big deal, just writing a couple more couplets, a matter of a few strokes, but seeing him so protective of her still made her feel warm inside.
However, she still listened to Yang Yunhai's words and only wrote two couplets.
Because several other units came upon hearing, in the end, her hand was quite sore.
And those who came upon hearing were scared away by Yang Yunhai's fierce glare.
"So tired." Once they reached Yang Yunhai's residence, Gu Lingling directly sat on his chair and said.
"Let me help you massage them." Yang Yunhai pulled a stool over to sit opposite her and began massaging her hand, "No more writing in the future."
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
"I used to write for the people in the village, and it wasn't as good as here." Gu Lingling smiled, allowing him to massage her hand, "Besides, I'm happy to help you."
So far, the only thing she could show was her good handwriting.
