There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

After Xuan Yin blurted out that sentence in frustration, she quickly realized what she had said. Her cold and beautiful face instantly flushed red, and she was both embarrassed and angry as she tried to explain herself, "Just now, forget what I said. You're not allowed to mention it in front of me again, or else I won't show any mercy with my sword."

"Here we go again." Lu Xun rolled his eyes and said with a hint of annoyance, "Can't you change your temper? Threatening to chop me every now and then, it's a bit unreasonable. Although I'm used to your personality, if possible, try to be a bit more gentle. Your husband prefers obedient and sensible women, not someone like you."

"Hmph."

"What does it have to do with me?" Xuan Yin glared at him fiercely and said coldly, "Just continue. Don't waste time."

Facing the stubborn little demoness, Lu Xun was momentarily at a loss. But truth be told, after spending time with her, he found it quite entertaining. The thing is, such a woman, such a demoness, might appear as cold as ice, but once you strip away her tough exterior, there's probably an overwhelming passion underneath that could burn people alive.

After all, having suppressed loneliness for four hundred years, once she found a breakthrough, one can only imagine how intense it would be. But then again, there's also the big demoness who has been lonely for a thousand years. If her loneliness found a breakthrough, then…

"What's wrong with you?" Xuan Yin saw the dazed look on Lu Xun's face, full of fear and confusion, and asked in puzzlement.

"Huh?"

"It's nothing, nothing. I just thought of something else. Let's continue," Lu Xun cleared his throat twice and said gently, "Can you write the poem ‘Guangju' from memory?"

Xuan Yin curled her lips, showing a hint of resistance on her face, and murmured softly, "When my master taught me to read, it took five years from the first day to memorizing. But you, you want me to do it so quickly. It's obviously deliberate to make things difficult for me. No, I don't want to write it."

Five years?

How slow could she be?

Lu Xun looked at the cold and elegant demoness beside him with a face full of astonishment, feeling a bit helpless for a moment.

"What's that look in your eyes?"

"Do you look down on me?"

Seeing that Lu Xun was stunned and perplexed, Xuan Yin's anger surged up from her chest, and she huffed angrily, "Keep looking at me like that, and I'll chop you!"

"It's just that…never mind."

"I'm just unlucky, ending up with a demoness like you." Lu Xun sighed deeply and pointed to the first poem on the first page of the poetry collection, saying earnestly, "This poem ‘Guangju' is not a traditional poem; it's a love song describing the love between a man and a woman."

"The first part depicts two ospreys singing to each other, relating to the harmonious relationship between a virtuous lady and a gentleman. The second part describes the protagonist's infatuation and pursuit of the woman as he collects wild herbs." Lu Xun pursed his lips and continued, "The brilliance of this poem lies in its portrayal of ‘love.' The use of double tones and repetition of phrases adds to the musicality and vividness."

Xuan Yin looked at the first page of the poetry collection and then glanced at Lu Xun beside her. She understood every word he said, but for some reason, when these words were combined together, they became so difficult to comprehend. What were "methods of expression," "double tones and repetition of phrases"? She couldn't understand at all.

"Sigh…"

"Are you overestimating my intelligence?" Xuan Yin pursed her lips, slightly displeased. "Can you explain it in a way that I can understand?"

"Okay."

"Let's copy ancient poems then. You can copy this poem three times to deepen your impression of it," Lu Xun stood up gently and said, "I'll prepare the Four Treasures of the Study for you. Sit here and wait for me a moment."

((TL: Four Treasures of the Study: Brush, Ink, Paper, Inkstone))

Saying that, Lu Xun went to his own bed and bent over, searching in a box.

Xuan Yin secretly stole a glance and, looking at his round buttocks, suddenly felt the urge to kick him hard. But in the end, she suppressed this absurd idea.

"Found them!"

After finding the four treasures of the study, Lu Xun returned to the side of the cold little demoness. As he ground the ink for her, he curiously asked, "Can you write?"

"Of course!" Xuan Yin said displeasedly.

"Alright."

"Uh, almost done."

After grinding the ink, Lu Xun pushed the inkstone in front of her and handed her a brush. He said softly, "Let's begin."

"Let's get started."

Xuan Yin snatched the brush he handed over, dipped it in the ink, and then sat at the table, seriously copying the poem "Guangju."

Lu Xun sat by her side, watching her holding the brush and writing the characters on the rice paper, and he fell into silence. He observed carefully for a long time before finally figuring out what was written between the lines. The whole sheet of rice paper was filled with the four characters "I am an idiot."

What should I do? Can I return the package to the big demoness?

At this moment, Lu Xun felt a bit melancholy. He had a hard time accepting the fact that his wife was an idiot.

"I'm done writing."

After copying "Guangju" once, Xuan Yin was quite satisfied with her calligraphy. She raised her head with a hint of pride and said to Lu Xun, "What do you think?"

"Uh…"

"It's pretty good."

"But there's still room for improvement," Lu Xun replied with bitterness.

Although Xuan Yin was not very smart in the aspect of studying, it didn't mean she was foolish. She instantly understood the underlying meaning of his words and furrowed her delicate eyebrows, asking with confusion, "Are you saying it doesn't meet your standards?"

"Oh, my wife."

"It's not that I'm criticizing you, but you were holding the brush wrong." Lu Xun picked up the brush and demonstrated the correct way to hold it. He earnestly said, "You should hold it like me; your previous grip was like holding a sword handle. How can you write well like that?"

Xuan Yin pouted her small mouth, her beautiful face tinged with embarrassment. She hesitated and said, "I-I'll try again."

Taking the brush back, she tried to hold it the way Lu Xun showed her and started writing "Guangju" again. Compared to her previous doodles, this time, there was a noticeable improvement, but it was still messy and chaotic. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell that it was writing.

Lu Xun couldn't bear to watch anymore. He quickly stood up, walked behind her, and then bent down, pressing his strong chest tightly against her smooth back. His chin rested on her fragrant shoulder, and at the same time, his hand gently held her fair hand gripping the brush.

"Come here."

"Let me teach you how to write~," Lu Xun whispered gently into the ear of the cold little demoness.

In that instant, the little demoness felt a bit warm.

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