"Who-who wants you to teach me!"
Qian Renxue shot him a reproachful glare and reached out to push him, almost as though she were acting coy.
She quickly turned her face away, not daring to look at him. Her ears were scarlet, and her heart raced as though it might leap out of her throat.
When she felt no movement from Su Yu, Qian Renxue tilted her head slightly. The indulgent smile on his face came into view, sending a rush of warmth through her heart.
Flustered and embarrassed, she raised a hand and punched Su Yu in the chest. The blow was so light that it seemed more like a coy gesture, and she said crossly:
"Still laughing! Stop laughing! Hurry up and finish reviewing those memorials! Otherwise... otherwise..."
"Otherwise what, my sweet Xue'er?"
Su Yu deliberately drew out his words, the amusement in his eyes deepening.
His question left Qian Renxue at a loss. Her cheeks grew redder, and she forced herself to say:
"Otherwise, whenever you come to see me, you'll have to sleep on the floor! You won't be allowed to share my bed!"
"All right, all right, my princess. Your servant will help you with them right away."
Su Yu agreed with a smile, reached out to ruffle her hair, then picked up a memorial from the desk and began reading it carefully.
As Qian Renxue watched his intent profile, her embarrassment gradually faded, leaving only a barely perceptible sweetness.
She quietly leaned closer, picked up a memorial herself, and began reading beside him.
About two hours later, all the memorials that would have taken Qian Renxue six hours to handle alone were finished.
Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in a stretch, languid as a cat stretching in the warm