"Alas, it's really a waste of this good pine tree!" Looking at Su Qingqing grinding the ink fiercely, Feng Jingcheng couldn't help but smile and said, "No wonder your ink strip is so strange in shape. It turns out that you used to grind the ink like this in the past. Gee, it's a reckless waste of the things!"
"Hey! If you don't pick a thorn, you're going to die!" Su Qingqing suddenly felt angry. She angrily pointed the ink stick at Feng Jingcheng and warned, "If you keep yelling, I'll draw this ink stick for you in your clothes!" As she said, Su Yuqing threatened to get close to Feng Jingcheng while waving the ink stick.
Sure enough, this move immediately worked. Feng Jingcheng's face changed. He quickly got up and ran away from Su Qingqing. He shook his head helplessly and laughed, sayi
