Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 766 Su Wuming 65

Su Wuming felt sour in his heart, as if he had spilled a jar of old vinegar. He coughed lightly, trying to attract Chu Huan's attention: "Huan'er, does this... this play you are watching have a name?"

Chu Hua's eyes were still glued to the small square, and she replied nonchalantly, "Yes, 'The Domineering Prince and the Pretty Doctor'. How about it? Doesn't it sound very exciting?"

The corners of Su Wuming's mouth twitched. What a mess.

He tried to appear not to care: "Oh...then...then is this play...good?"

"It's great! The prince is so handsome, tall, cold, and really good at flirting. My girlish heart is overflowing with emotion!" Chu Hua's eyes were shining. She was completely immersed in the plot and didn't notice Su Wuming's increasingly dark face at all.

Su Wuming felt like he was about to be drowned in jealousy. He took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and asked casually, "Then... Huan'er, what do you think of this prince... compared to me?"

Chu Hua finally gave him a look, looked him up and down, and then burst out laughing: "Oh, Su Su, you can't compare with the prince. The prince has eight pack abdominal muscles!"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuming subconsciously puffed out his belly and secretly groaned in his heart. He was usually busy with official duties and neglected to exercise. Let alone eight abdominal muscles, he might not even have one.

Seeing him like this, Chu Hua laughed even more happily: "Su Su, don't be nervous. Although you don't have eight-pack abs, you have...um...you have a belly!"

Su Wuming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of comfort was this? He sighed helplessly, "Huan'er, please stop making fun of me. Wait, what did Huan'er call me?"

Chu Hua then realized what she had just said. Her face turned red and her eyes wandered: "Ah? I...I called you Su Su, what's wrong?"

Su Wuming felt warm in his heart. This name sounded... a bit like a nickname between young lovers?

He tried hard to suppress the upward curve of his lips and pretended to be calm, "Nothing, I just feel... this name is quite... intimate."

"Intimate...intimate?" Chu Hua's face turned even redder.

She secretly glanced at Su Wuming and saw him staring at her with burning eyes. Her heart began to beat fast and she lowered her head in panic.

Chu Hua pretended to be sad and said: "I originally thought that our relationship could be called this, but... since you don't like it then..."

She deliberately prolonged the ending of the tone, her eyes slightly reddened, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Su Wuming was immediately panicked when he saw this.

He quickly explained: "No... No, it's not that I don't like it, I just... I just feel a little... unexpected."

"Accident?" Chu Huan sniffed and looked at him aggrievedly.

"Don't you think that our relationship is not close enough?"

Su Wuming was a little overwhelmed by her sudden question. He opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.

His face turned red, and he said hesitantly, "Huan'er, I...I..."

"What are you!"

Seeing his silly and cute look, Chu Huan laughed in her heart, but she still pretended to be about to cry on her face.

"Sima Su, if you dislike Huan'er, just say it directly. Why are you hesitating and embarrassing Huan'er?"

Su Wuming became even more anxious when he heard this. He waved his hands and explained incoherently: "No... no, Huan'er, you misunderstood, I... I don't dislike you, I just... just..."

"Just what?" Chu Huan pressed on step by step, and it seemed that Su Wuming was about to be unable to hold on.

Su Wuming had no choice but to grit his teeth and hug Chu Hua. This sudden hug made Chu Hua stunned, and she almost held back the fake tears that had been accumulating in her eyes.

Su Wuming buried his head in Chu Hua's neck, smelling her unique fragrance, and felt his whole body calm down.

He didn't know why he was so impulsive, he just felt that at this moment, he just wanted to hold her and feel her presence.

"Huan'er, don't... don't tease me anymore." Su Wuming's voice was muffled.

Chu Hua was amused by his appearance. She reached out and gently patted his back, saying like she was coaxing a child, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Su Su, why are you so nervous?"

Su Wuming raised his head, his eyes somewhat evasive: "I... I'm not nervous."

Chu Hua was like a lazy cat, rubbing Su Wuming's chest, with a hint of teasing in her tone: "Su Su, why are you so proactive today? In the past, even holding hands seemed to cost you half your life, and you were so shy for a long time. People who didn't know me would think I was some kind of monster."

Su Wuming's face turned even redder after hearing her words, and his already unstable breath became even more disordered. He turned his head slightly, his eyes were erratic, and he didn't dare to look directly into Chu Hua's lively eyes.

"I...I...this is...what I feel..." Su Wuming explained stutteringly, his voice as low as a mosquito's hum.

"What do you mean by love?" Chu Huan raised her eyebrows, her eyes moving with a sly smile.

"Oh? So what does Susu want to do with her current mood?"

"I...I..." Su Wuming stammered, unable to form a complete sentence for a long time. He felt like a young boy, at a loss in front of the girl he liked, and his embarrassment was obvious.

Chu Hua was even more delighted when she saw him like this. She deliberately moved closer to Su Wuming, their noses almost touching. She exhaled sweetly and asked softly, "Hmm? What does Su Su want to do?"

Su Wuming's Adam's apple rolled, and he was torn between his conscience and his desires. It's not that he didn't understand romance, but... this development was a little too fast.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart, but found that the rhythm of his heartbeat was completely out of control, like a drum beating, making his eardrums buzz.

"Huan'er, I...I..." He hesitated and couldn't form a complete sentence for a long time. His handsome face turned red like a ripe persimmon.

Chu Huan was secretly delighted to see his silly look, but she still pretended to be innocent. She blinked her big watery eyes and said in a soft voice: "Su Su, didn't you say that love is what it means? Could it be that... your love is just to hug me?"

"No... no!" Su Wuming hastily denied it. He was so anxious that he scratched his head and wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into. Why couldn't he control his mouth and say something like "whatever the feelings are" that made people imagine?

A blush appeared on Chu Huan's cheeks. She shyly gave Su Wuming a quick kiss on the face, then buried her face in the soft quilt like an ostrich, trying to hide her shyness and panic at the moment.

The warm touch touched his cheek and then left. Before Su Wuming could react, he felt his arms go empty, leaving only a small hill of quilt.

He touched the place where he was kissed in a daze, and a warm current rushed from his cheek to the top of his head, making him feel a little dizzy.

Chu Hua's muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Don't...don't look at me..."

Su Wuming sat obediently, not daring to move, for fear of disturbing the "little beast" under the quilt.

He smirked, his heart pounding.

After a long while, the noises in the quilt gradually died down, and Su Wuming carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing a rosy little face. Chu Hua's eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like two dancing butterflies.

"Huan'er?" Su Wuming called softly.

Chu Hua didn't respond, but buried her face deeper, like an ostrich.

Su Wuming coughed lightly, trying to break the ambiguous and slightly awkward atmosphere.

"Hua'er, didn't you say you wanted to learn to write from me?"

Chu Hua poked her head out from under the quilt, her cheeks flushed and her eyes still a little dazed. She blinked in confusion, as if she had not yet fully recovered from the beauty just now.

“Write…write?”

"Yes." Su Wuming picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

"Didn't Huan'er say that your handwriting back then was different from now? Is it hard for you to read books now?"

"Yes." Chu Huan poked her head out from the quilt, like a timid little deer, with sparkling eyes.

"I can't recognize a lot of words. It's giving me a headache."

She rubbed her eyes and secretly glanced at Su Wuming. Seeing that he had no intention of making fun of her, she boldly continued, "Especially the words written by you ancients, which are so crooked and twisted, like ghost paintings."

Su Wuming couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. This girl was really bold. She even dared to say that his handwriting looked like a ghost painting. However, he was not angry. Instead, he thought her innocent look was very cute.

"Which type of calligraphy does Huan'er want to learn?" Su Wuming picked up the brush and gently ground it on the inkstone. His movements were graceful and calm, as if he was performing some sacred ritual.

Chu Hua tilted her head and thought for a while, "Hmm... I'll just learn the one you wrote. It looks really impressive."

The corners of Su Wuming's mouth rose slightly, revealing a doting smile.

"Okay, then I'll teach you how to write regular script."

So, Su Wuming began to teach Chu Hua how to write. He held Chu Hua's hand and taught her to write the most basic strokes one by one. Chu Hua's hands were small and soft, and holding them in his hands was like holding a ball of warm jade.

"Huan'er, hold the pen steadily and use even force." Su Wuming's low voice sounded in Chu Huan's ears, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

Chu Hua's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she felt her cheeks getting hot, as if they were about to burn. She tried to control her breathing, trying not to let Su Wuming notice that she was abnormal.

"The horizontal lines should be flat, the vertical lines should be straight, the left and right strokes should be stretched..." Su Wuming explained while guiding Chu Hua's hand to move slowly on the white rice paper.

Chu Hua was a little nervous at first, and her strokes were crooked, like a drunken earthworm. Su Wuming did not despise her, and patiently corrected her posture, demonstrating the correct way to write over and over again.

Gradually, Chu Hua relaxed, and the lines under her pen became smoother. She stared at the rice paper in front of her intently, copying the words written by Su Wuming stroke by stroke, as if the whole world was left with only her and Su Wuming, and the ambiguous atmosphere flowing between them.