Hearing Li Beinian’s words, Mu Xichen instinctively glanced at the back of the photo again.
Those strokes were vigorous, forceful, lean and firm, but they were also unruly and flamboyant.
A person’s writing is a reflection of himself.
Although Mu Xichen did not have much experience in calligraphy, he had grown up by his grandfather’s side. His grandmother was a calligraphy expert and it was inevitable that he had been influenced by her. Hence he had some insight.
This was probably not written by Li Haoran.
Mu Xichen frowned and brushed his fingers against the paper.
The strokes cut into the photographic paper, he could feel the inscription lines.
He had seen Li Haoran’s handwriting before, it wasn’t this forceful.
Seeing that he was engrossed, Li Beinian nudged him. “The water is about to overflow. Do you still want to shower?”
Mu Xichen looked up into Li Beinian’s face. It was a beautiful face.
Her eyes seemed to sparkle, reflecting waves of light.
His heart skipped a beat. He reached out to draw her in again and whispered, “You promised to help me shower. Let’s go. Together.”
Li Beinian’s face started to burn. She pretended to shove him, saying, “You shameless person. You even need someone else to wash you. How old do you think you are?”
“How old do you want me to be? Hmm?” Mu Xichen narrowed his eyes and asked teasingly.
Li Beinian pushed him away and stomped angrily into the bathroom.
Mu Xichen placed the photo on the bed and quickly walked up to her, sweeping her up into his arms.
Li Beinian cried out in surprise, making Mu Xichen chuckle. He walked in and placed her in the water.
Li Beinian exclaimed loudly, “I haven’t removed my clothes!”
“I’ll help you remove them,” Mu Xichen said as set to work. “Let’s shower together.”
Li Beinian clutched her chest and blushed. “No, you’ll catch a cold in this weather!”
“The hot water is hot enough.” Since he was unable to remove her shirt, Mu Xichen tugged at her pants.
However, just as he had managed to undo a button, Li Beinian stopped him again. “No!”
“The bathtub is big enough.” Mu Xichen got into it and sat down with her in his arms. He held her hand to his chest and said, “It hurts here, help me massage it.”
Li Beinian saw his pitiful expression and knew that he was pretending. However, when she saw the bruise on his muscular chest, her heart softened.
“Mu Donglin was out to beat you to death!” Li Beinian caressed him tenderly. Her heart ached. “Does it hurt?”
“It hurts.”
“Quickly wash up, then. I’ll apply some ointment for you.” Li Beinian looked at his shoulder and suddenly remembered what Fang Zhili told Li Xueqing that night. “How’s Mu Donglin?”
Mu Xichen’s expression turned icy on hearing this. He leaned forward and raised his eyebrow slowly. “Are you worried about him?”
Li Beinian shrank back instinctively and retorted at once, “No!”
Mu Xichen looked away and said unhurriedly, “He’s been hospitalized.”
“You ought to be hospitalized yourself, with this injury!” Li Beinian was furious. “Look at how bad it is!”