"You..." Rong Yue gritted her teeth in anger.
Chu Heng had been observing her closely all along, and seeing her like a little beast with its fur raised, she seemed even more lively and adorable. His gaze, unconsciously, softened a bit, "If you're angry, why not write a poem? Let me see it. If it's good, I won't punish you."
"Are you serious?" Rong Yue blinked, her eyes glowing brightly, like stars gathered in the night sky.
Chu Heng nodded with a smile, "Yes, go ahead and write."
He treated everyone with such warmth.
Rong Yue suddenly felt motivated, and without bothering to use the tables and chairs, she squatted on the ground and started scribbling away.
Xiao Yuntang, curious because of her talent, leaned over to take a look, wanting to see Rong Yue's literary skills.
