Chapter 671: The 671st Abnormal Feeling

(Seventh Update)

Ouyang Feifei’s expression was no longer her usual cold and prideful demeanor. Due to the slight grievance she had just shown, along with Luo Ziling’s teasing, her face became much more animated. The faint pink blush hadn’t yet faded, and the demure look of her downcast eyes made her seem even more charming and alluring.

Having just taken a bath, Ouyang Feifei was only wearing a nightgown. She had put on a vest just now to avoid exposing too much, and her hair was casually tied up, a stark contrast to her usual appearance and adding a touch of languidness. If she hadn’t been in this state, Luo Ziling wouldn’t have likely stepped forward to tease her.

Normally, Ouyang Feifei’s aloof demeanor could scare away any man, including Luo Ziling.

“Where is the xuan paper?” Luo Ziling prepared to write a piece for Ouyang Feifei. He had already decided what to write, but he did not expect Ouyang Feifei to grind the ink or prepare the writing materials for him.

In the small study connected to Ouyang Feifei’s bedroom, where all the furnishings were complete—including the Four Treasures of the Study—Luo Ziling went to look for the xuan paper himself. “Let me do it,” Ouyang Feifei came over, ready to take out the xuan paper and other items from the cabinet for Luo Ziling.

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Both reached for the paper at the same time, and for the same stack of xuan paper. As a result, Ouyang Feifei’s hand landed on top of Luo Ziling’s, and she froze there for a moment. However, Ouyang Feifei’s psychological quality was quite good, she never panicked in situations, quickly let go of the paper, took a step back, and acted as if nothing had happened.

Luo Ziling took out a sheet of xuan paper, put the rest back, and laid it out on the desk.

Ouyang Feifei, meanwhile, had already taken out the ink stone, ready to grind ink for Luo Ziling.

Watching Ouyang Feifei bending over there quietly grinding ink, her body forming a very graceful curve, Luo Ziling couldn’t help but straighten his gaze. Ouyang Feifei’s casual movements presented an irresistibly enticing pose, and Luo Ziling believed that any man who saw it would have improper thoughts about her, even if she appeared cold as ice.

Ouyang Feifei noticed Luo Ziling’s gaze, but she did not realize it was her body’s pose that caught his eye; she thought he was surprised to see her grinding ink for him, so she maintained the pose, and when Luo Ziling’s eyes returned to her, she showed a hint of pride.

Luo Ziling was a youthful lad, though he had not yet experienced the matters of men and women, many things were understood without experience.

The pose of Ouyang Feifei was indeed seductive. Especially after having seen something indelicate on her body and thinking back to a ludicrous event that happened one day, the urge in Luo Ziling’s body began to rise uncontrollably.

His face turned red involuntarily, and he hurriedly averted his gaze. After taking a couple of deep breaths, he managed to compose himself.

When he was with Yang Qingyin, although they often had intimate contact, the physical urge wasn’t as intense as this.

Luo Ziling had to admit that Ouyang Feifei had a better figure than Yang Qingyin and that she held a somewhat greater allure for men.

Fortunately, as soon as Ouyang Feifei finished grinding the ink, she straightened up, pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, which weren’t stained with ink, and stood behind Luo Ziling, ready to watch him write. With Ouyang Feifei standing behind him, the temptation was greatly reduced, enabling Luo Ziling to calm his mind and begin writing.

He dipped the brush in ink and without any hesitation began to write swiftly.

To the southeast, the scenery’s best

All gather in the three Wus

Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times

Smoke-willows paint the bridges

Wind-screens and emerald drapes

Clustered are a hundred thousand households

Amidst clouds and trees that wrap the sandy bank

…

Liu Yong’s famous “Ode to the Tides” swiftly came to life on paper.

Ouyang Feifei stood slightly excitedly beside Luo Ziling, her eyes not blinking as she watched him write.

The cursive script penned by Luo Ziling was done with such rapid and bold movements, reminiscent of dragons and phoenixes in flight, it filled Ouyang Feifei with admiration. She had thought her own calligraphy was quite good, and she did occasionally produce a few ink-covered pages, but compared to Luo Ziling, the difference was like that between a primary school student and a grandmaster of painting and calligraphy, utterly incomparable.

Because of such beautiful handwriting, Ouyang Feifei felt it added quite a few points to Luo Ziling’s overall image, at least that’s how she felt.

Especially the carefree manner in which he wrote, the sight could drive one mad, not to mention the elegant and graceful characters he produced.

Ouyang Feifei held Luo Ziling in high regard overall; she couldn’t even find any flaws in him.

After finishing, Luo Ziling put aside his brush and explained to Ouyang Feifei the thoughts behind this poem, “Before coming to Yanjing, my favorite place was Qiantang. Liu Sanbian’s famous lyric fully captures the beauty of West Lake and the scenic magnificence of Qiantang. I really want to experience the sweet fragrance of the Osmanthus and the vast expanse of lotus, to feel the mood of rowing on the lake. I think you would also like Qiantang, would enjoy Liu Yong’s lyrics, so I wrote this one for you. Of course, if you don’t like it, I would take it with me.”

“Actually, my favorite city is also Qiantang. I bought a house near West Lake, which has been vacant. If you ever go to Qiantang, you can stay there,” Ouyang Feifei said with a light smile, then she asked Luo Ziling, “But from your tone, Qiantang is not your favorite city now. So, which one is it?”

“Yuezhou!” Luo Ziling answered decisively, “My current favorite city is Yuezhou, because it’s my hometown. My grandfather told me that the Luo Family still has an old house there.”

“I’ve been to Lu Xun’s Hometown,” Ouyang Feifei’s smile broadened a bit, “It’s a rather delicate little city with many beautiful legends, sharing the same style as Qiantang.”

“I’m planning to visit Yuezhou and Hangzhou during the winter break, to see what the South looks like in winter.” Luo Ziling grinned, “I’ve read a lot of Mr. Zhou’s works, and I want to visit places like Sanwei Study and Hundred Grass Garden to pay homage to Lu You and Tang Wan’s tragic love story in Shen Garden. I also want to stroll around West Lake, visit Lingfeng for plum-viewing, and check out the Broken Bridge in the snow. Just hearing the names of these scenic spots makes one long to visit.”

“Why don’t I accompany you?” Ouyang Feifei almost blurted out this sentence. She felt that Luo Ziling was telling her all this because he was waiting for her to say it. But her intrinsic reserve kept her from speaking out. She just quietly watched Luo Ziling.

However, Luo Ziling didn’t notice the unusual expression on Ouyang Feifei’s face.

After expressing his sentiments, Luo Ziling pointed to the calligraphy in front of him and said to Ouyang Feifei, “Then you can keep it. Do with it as you please, just don’t toss it in the trash bin.”

“I will have it mounted and hang it at home.” Hearing Luo Ziling change the subject, Ouyang Feifei felt a sudden pang of disappointment.

She thought she should have expressed that sentiment earlier.

“Why don’t I accompany you?” If she had said those words, perhaps there would have been an unexpected gain.

But now, to say it would be meaningless.

Ouyang Feifei felt a deep sense of regret.