Mo Zhixuan wore a clean, dust-free white shirt with neatly rolled sleeves, revealing a section of his fair, strong arm. His hand, with well-defined joints, held the writing brush in an indescribably attractive manner.
Watching him, he was like a jade-like gentleman who had stepped right out of a book.
Graceful and unmatched in this world.
Chu Jin had a momentary stun before quickly recovering, rolling up her sleeves, and walking over to Mo Zhixuan. She picked up the ink stick, poured some clean water into the inkstone, and began to slowly grind it.
Her ink-grinding posture was very professional, and she was using her left hand. Soon enough, a faint scent of ink wafted through the air.
Mo Zhixuan, holding the brush in hand, dipped it into the inkstone to get some ink, then bent down and started writing.
Two lines of running script fell onto the red paper.
See the writing and see the man.
This saying was indeed no lie.