"Can you not endure a bit?"
Mu Qingyue, with her slender fingers gripping the ink stick, slightly lowered her head. Her voice remained cold but somehow gave off a sense of 'grievance'.
Would Senior Sister feel aggrieved?
Of course not.
But when the always aloof and unemotional Sword Immortal Mu showed a 'grievance' side, it inevitably made people feel sympathetic.
Lu Jin'an was no exception. After all, he had known Mu Qingyue since he was ten. Although he didn't understand Senior Sister's heart fully, he knew her character somewhat.
Even if he knew that seven out of ten parts of Senior Sister's 'grievance' were feigned, he couldn't help but soften when the cold Sword Immortal acted 'aggrieved'.
Because contrast is a significant source of charm.
Just as Lu Jin'an was about to reach out to pinch her cold little hand and offer some comfort, Mu Qingyue acted as if nothing happened and presented a brush dipped in ink with both hands to him: "Junior Brother, write first."
