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"He’s like a bad rash that won’t go away, and I can’t help it."
"That’s really annoying, so why are you going to his party?"
"I’ve already promised him."
Since he wants to suffer, tonight I’ll take you there to really give him a hard time.
"Alright then, I’ll keep my distance from him in the future."
"Good girl." The smile in Jun Moyan’s eyes grew deeper.
"So, is it his birthday today?"
"No, it’s a celebration party."
"Will there be good food?"
"Then I’m going too." Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes lit up at the mention of food.
"You little foodie." Jun Moyan reached out and pinched her nose gently.
He picked up the cellphone on the table and checked the time, "Let’s go after we eat dinner in two hours."
Wen Xiao’ai obediently sat in his lap, waiting for him to finish his work.
Jun Moyan held her, refocusing on his work.
Watching Jun Moyan sign documents swiftly and effortlessly, with beautiful handwriting, Wen Xiao’ai, feeling happy, couldn’t resist the urge to try it herself:
"Jun Moyan, I want to learn to write."
Jun Moyan looked at her, slightly surprised, "Really want to learn?"
"Yeah." Wen Xiao’ai nodded affirmatively.
As soon as he heard she wanted to learn writing, Jun Moyan pushed his own work aside.
He pulled open a drawer and took out an A4 paper. "Then I’ll start from the basics, and I’ll find a tutor for you in a few days."
"No need, I just want to write your name, not learn anything else."
Jun Moyan was stunned for a moment, "My name?"
Not learning anything else?
Jun Moyan looked at her for a few seconds, then smiled and nodded, "Okay, then let’s write my name."
Jun Moyan passed the pen to her, showing her how to hold it, then guided her hand to write his name on the paper.
Wen Xiao’ai watched the three characters of his name emerge on the paper, feeling a bit excited, "Is this your name? Jun Moyan?"
Jun Moyan responded and continued to guide her hand to write it again.
"It doesn’t seem that hard."
"Then would you consider..."
Jun Moyan hadn’t finished speaking when Wen Xiao’ai interrupted, "I’m not considering, I just want to learn your name."
Wen Xiao’ai said this, then took the pen herself, and imitated the writing.
However, the result was squiggly and worm-like, with missing strokes, causing Wen Xiao’ai to frown immediately.
She grabbed Jun Moyan’s hand, placing it on her own that held the pen, asking him to teach her again.
Jun Moyan was very patient, guiding her hand, teaching her to write it over and over again.
He thought she was just whimsically interested and would stop after a few minutes, but Wen Xiao’ai seemed determined not to give up until she could do it to her satisfaction.
Soon, one side of the paper was filled with the name "Jun Moyan."
Wen Xiao’ai turned the paper over and continued writing.
Each time she finished, she asked Jun Moyan if it looked a bit better than last time.
And each time she asked, Jun Moyan replied.
After dozens of repeats, Wen Xiao’ai could write on her own. Although it wasn’t attractive, at least she didn’t need Jun Moyan to guide her hand anymore.
Watching her carefully write his name, Jun Moyan felt an indescribable emotion stir within him.
She hadn’t written in all her years, even hated writing, and couldn’t even write her own name, but now, she was willing to write his name.