The painting had been signed.
The ambiguous air still lingered in the room.
Ouyang Xuanyue's brush tip trembled slightly, her slender waist rising and falling faintly with it. The two vigorous characters "Ouyang" on the rice paper were still drying, their charm flowing freely.
She slowly straightened up, her clothes making a faint rustling sound.
The full curves beneath her qipao brushed against his solid body with agonizing slowness.
Tang Song's breathing grew slightly hurried, his warm breath brushing past the hair at her temples.
The refined fragrance on her body mingled with agarwood and ink, lingering between them.
Ouyang Xuanyue seemed entirely unaware of it. She simply lowered her eyes and calmly examined the painting she had just signed.
A moment later.
She shifted a small step forward, artfully opening up a sliver of distance.
"Is this okay?" she asked.
Tang Song did not let go, his hand still wrapped around her warm, jade-like one.
His voice was low and magnetic. "Yes, it's beautiful. Your running script draws from Mi Fu. Its flow is seamless, its structure breaks free of convention, yet it incorporates your own character and backbone. You could say you've formed your own school. It's remarkable."
Hearing his extremely professional assessment, Ouyang Xuanyue's body stiffened slightly.
She turned her head, a flicker of interest appearing deep in her mature, profound eyes. "That's well said. My introduction to running script began with Mi Fu's Shu Su Tie. You seem to know quite a lot about calligraphy too?"
"Mm." Tang Song nodded, unabashedly breathing in her alluring scent. "Because of you, I became interested in calligraphy as well. I specifically practiced it in private and achieved a little something."
His [Calligraphy Skill] had come from [Ouyang Xuanyue's Soul Praise], so it could be considered something developed through studying