"No, that's not the way.
"Go in harder.
"Give it that thrust.
"When you feel that you've reached the end, tilt and turn the angle.
"That would make it feel good."
Xue Cong, Yue Jie and Yue Xin were in the main hall, sitting in a row, slouching over the table with a brush in their hands.
They were making copies of the rules that Lin Xuan Qi had given them.
Yue Jie held onto Xue Cong's hand, guiding her with the brush to write a character that Xue Cong didn't know how to write.
Her bosom pressed against Xue Cong's body.
Making Xue Cong feel flushed and shy.
Yue Xin, who was also making a copy of the house rules, sulked and gave out a long sigh.
It was tedious and boring.
She should be learning martial arts and trying to save and avenge her father instead.
Her sigh caught Yue Jie's attention.
"Do what Master Lin has told you to."
"But sister, this is pointless..." Yue Xin said and lowered her head.
Yue Jie excused herself from Xue Cong and came over to Yue Xin's side.
