The instruction manual was for the soldiers to read, so Yun Ce copied it with particular care.
Looking at the unfamiliar handwriting on the bamboo slips, Bei Jiu pulled one out to inspect it and teased, "Every stroke is full of childlike charm."
Low emotional intelligence: it looked like something a grade-schooler had written. So stiff!
High emotional intelligence: every stroke was full of childlike charm.
Yun Ce wasn't used to writing like this either, but what could he do? Bei Jiu had asked him to. He did his best to make his writing more standard, only for her to laugh at him. "If Zhoukou doesn't like it, I can go catch a few people who can write more pleasingly."
Bei Jiu chided him, "You dummy."
Copying was such a simple task. Why had she insisted he stay too? Of course it was because they were usually apart more than together, and this was a rare chance to spend a little extra time with each other. If Yun Ce failed to take the hint and really did bring over a crowd to copy the manual, then he'd truly be a blockhead!
Yun Ce knew she wasn't really dissatisfied.
With no one else around, he dared to edge a little closer.
"Grand Craftsman Bei is brilliant. Could you take pity on this dullard and teach me how to write, one stroke at a time?" He had barely closed half the distance before her slender fingers pressed against the center of his brow. A small red mark appeared between his brows, making his flawless skin look even fairer. Bei Jiu pushed his face away by the brow and turned her eyes aside, refusing to look at the pleading in his gaze.
Blushing, she said, "When did you learn to be so shameless?"