The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

The bedroom was not big, but it was clean and cozy. Leng Che's eyes fell on the sketchbook on the desk. It was estimated that she had painted here a lot in addition to doing homework. There were more paintbrushes on the desk than writing pens.

His long, beautiful hands fell on the album, his knuckles tapped lightly, and he asked her, "Can I take a look?"

"Of course~" Mu Qianxi followed his gaze, and after she finished speaking, she had some weird idea, so she smiled and added, "But you have to praise me after you finish reading it."

Her black eyes were sparkling as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, like a kitten waiting for its owner to pet her, except that she was asking for his praise.

Who is like this? They praise things no matter they are good or bad.

There is only her.

"It depends." He suppressed the smile on his lips and answered in a serious tone, but a hint of tenderness could not help showing in his deep eyes.

Leng Che flipped through the pages of the sketchbook and looked at them carefully. Her works were imaginative and creative, just like her, cheerful and free-spirited. It seemed that there was nothing she dared not think of.

When he turned to the middle, Leng Che found a bookmark inside. He picked it up curiously, only to find that it was not a bookmark, but just a simple note framed.

However, he was very familiar with the handwriting on it.

"One point will be deducted for each student who is not in school uniform, and two points will be deducted for each student who leaves the trash in the small dark room unopened, for a total of three points." - This was left when he went to check hygiene in her class shortly after school started. He didn't expect that she still kept it.

His heart was beating slightly, and Leng Che paused his movements. He turned to look at her and found that she was also looking at him with a smile in her eyes, cunning and complacent, like a beautiful little peacock.

"I'll tell you, you have to praise me after you read it~" Her clear voice was full of uplifting tones, and she told him naturally and frankly, "I liked your handwriting the first time I saw it, just like the first time I saw you."

Her love for him was always open, passionate and straightforward.

The note on his fingertips seemed to be burning, causing his heartbeat to speed up and his ears to feel hot. He hastily looked away, put the note back, and closed it.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, thinking about something. He put one hand in his coat pocket, his deep pupils were dim, revealing a hint of hesitation and embarrassment.

After a long time, as if he had finally prepared himself mentally, Leng Che took out a small square box with exquisite packaging from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Look, do you like it?" A deep and pleasant voice came out from his throat. His Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously, and his eyes looked elsewhere, not daring to look at her.

Will she like it?

"For me?"

Mu Qianxi took it with surprise and opened it. She saw a white fountain pen with exquisite workmanship quietly lying in the dark blue gift box. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she couldn't wait to pick it up and take a closer look. She found four words engraved on the pen cap - Qiao Xiao Qianxi.

It's his handwriting!

She liked his calligraphy, so he carved it for her personally.

Sometimes she wondered if he was the worm in her stomach, always able to naturally and accurately attack her heart.

"I like it!" She answered him happily almost immediately, looking at him with eyes that seemed to be filled with thousands of stars, dazzling and dazzling, "You carved it? Leng Che, you carved it, right?"

"Yeah." He responded softly. He was thin-skinned to begin with, and after he responded to her, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms unconsciously.

The craftsmanship of fountain pens in G City is well-known. The fountain pen he lent her for the last monthly exam was one he had customized from G City. At that time, she said that using his pen made her write like a god. So when he went to G City to participate in the competition this time, he went to a famous store to customize one and even took the time to personally engrave words for her.

But he really didn't know how to give a girl a gift without changing his expression, so he paused for a second or two, looked away, and explained in an extremely unnatural whisper: "I was a little bored when preparing for the exam, so I carved it casually. It's a reward for your improvement in the monthly exam."

It's boring for a good student to participate in the National Physics Competition! No one would believe him.

But the more she looked at him with such awkwardness, Mu Qianxi felt that Leng Che became more and more adorable.

"Well! I just carved it casually!" She replied sweetly, smiling at him with her eyes curved, like the bright and beautiful crescent moon in the summer night sky, and as dazzling as the sun at noon in the daytime.

Seeing her smiling eyes, the tension just now disappeared, and my cold heartbeat seemed to jump with her happy mood.

She seemed to like the pen very much, looking at it from left to right, unable to let it go, as if she couldn't get enough of it. Her legs hanging down the edge of the bed were swaying up and down happily.

Then she got down to the ground, opened a page in the album, and gently pulled out the pen cap to write on the paper. He must have expected that she would try writing, and he had already sucked the ink in the pen for her in advance.

As the pen tip slid smoothly across the paper, black words appeared on the paper.

Mu Qianxi Cold

The two names are placed side by side.

Mu Qianxi kept staring at him with satisfaction, her dark almond-shaped eyes filled with smiles.

The pen is very smooth to use and she likes it very much.

She preferred the two names written in pen side by side.

However, her favorite was the boy who gave her a pen.

Mu Qianxi suddenly wanted Leng Che to sit next to her, just like the name on the paper.

Thinking so, she did so. She sat back on the bed and looked up at him, her dark eyes bright and clear. She patted the empty seat beside her, motioning him to sit down next to her.

"Leng Che, come here."

The voice is as sweet as honey...