The Magic Brush

Ding dong.

The crisp sound of the doorbell pierced through the afternoon silence.

Chu Miaomiao sprang up from the bed. The thin slip dress she wore slipped down with her movement, revealing her smooth, round shoulders.

Who could it be?!

Barefoot, she stepped onto the cold floor and vigilantly tiptoed over to the video doorbell.

The screen lit up, displaying the face she had been yearning for day and night.

It was him!

Chu Miaomiao's heart felt as if it had been tightly gripped by an invisible hand, only to be suddenly released as an overwhelming joy exploded within her.

Without a moment of hesitation, she twisted the lock and yanked the door wide open.

Before Lin Mo, who was standing outside, could even utter a word, a soft and warm body carrying the fresh scent of body wash crashed solidly into his embrace.

"You're back!"

The young girl's voice carried a faint, barely perceptible sob. Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, as if trying to meld herself right into his body.

In truth, Miaomiao was the ultimate straight-shooter when it came to expressing her feelings.

Especially with her full-body tackles.

Feeling the soft warmth in his arms, Lin Mo let out a helpless chuckle and patted her little head. "Yeah, I just arrived yesterday."

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!" Chu Miaomiao rubbed against his chest, tilting her head up with red-rimmed eyes. "Come on in, I want to show you the new novel I wrote this month. It's super amazing!"

As she spoke, she tried to pull Lin Mo by the hand into the house, her desire to share bursting at the seams.

However, Lin Mo smoothly caught her wrist and pulled her back, causing Chu Miaomiao to stumble and fall right back into his arms.

He didn't say anything, merely looking down at her.

The light from the living room shone from behind her, outlining her slender silhouette. Her sparkling eyes clearly reflected his own image.

The next second, Lin Mo lowered his head and kissed her.

Simple and direct.

Chu Miaomiao's eyes widened instantly. With a buzz in her mind, all the words she wanted to say and the joy she wanted to share were entirely swallowed up in that moment.

She quickly gave up any resistance, her body turning soft as she clumsily responded.

N minutes later, the young girl finally pushed Lin Mo away with what little delicate strength she had.

Actually, she couldn't really push him away, but the inexperienced girl didn't quite know how to catch her breath.

Lin Mo let her go because he was afraid she might suffocate.

"Phew, phew." Chu Miaomiao panted heavily, her cheeks flushed red. She tilted her head up with a hazy gaze, her watery eyes staring unblinkingly at Lin Mo.

"I really want to do it again."

Saying that, she took the initiative and went on the offensive.

She stood on her tiptoes, proving with her actions what a true offensive player looked like.

It was another dizzying whirlwind.

Another N minutes passed. When the two finally separated again, Chu Miaomiao was practically hanging onto Lin Mo, as soft as a puddle of spring water.

"Hey, hey, you're going a bit overboard," Lin Mo said, pinching her shockingly hot cheek, his tone full of amusement.

"Mhm, I just missed you too much."

The girl's voice was soft and clingy as she nuzzled her head against his chest. "I thought about you every day, so much that I couldn't sleep."

Lin Mo's heart softened, and he followed her train of thought, asking, "Then why didn't you message me on QQ or WeChat to tell me?"

"I was afraid you were busy, afraid of bothering you..." Her voice trailed off. "Afraid you'd find me annoying."

Even though she was very clingy, she was also very worried that being too clingy would make people dislike her.

"Silly."

Lin Mo cupped her face, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "If you miss me, you have to tell me. You absolutely must tell me. Otherwise, how would I know that my Miaomiao is thinking about me?"

His thumbs gently stroked her cheeks. His actions were tender, but his gaze brooked no argument.

Looking at him, Chu Miaomiao nodded vigorously.

"Alright, to prevent your imagination from running wild next time," Lin Mo suddenly let go of her and fumbled in his pocket.

What he pulled out was an incredibly ordinary-looking pencil.

Chu Miaomiao blankly took the pen Lin Mo handed her.

"A divine pen? What does it do?"

"It's a gift for you. This is a divine pen."

Chu Miaomiao held it in a daze, turning it over and over in her hands. "A divine pen? Like the one Ma Liang had?"

Even though it sounded absurd, having witnessed Lin Mo's various miraculous abilities, she subconsciously believed him.

But holding this pen, apart from a slightly cold metallic texture, it didn't seem to have any special features whatsoever.

"Lend me your hand for a second."

Lin Mo grabbed her left hand without further explanation. Holding the pen in his other hand, he used the sharp nib to make a tiny scratch on her fair index finger.

"Ah." Chu Miaomiao felt a sting and pulled her hand back slightly as a drop of crimson blood seeped out from the tiny wound.

Lin Mo precisely caught that drop of blood with the tip of the pen.

The moment the blood bead touched the nib, it clung to it.

Immediately after, a faint glow emanated from the palm of Lin Mo's right hand holding the pen. Chanting softly, he channeled a stream of spiritual energy down the body of the pen, injecting it inside along with that single drop of blood.

A soft hum rang out.

The originally plain and unadorned pencil suddenly erupted with brilliant silver light. Countless intricate, golden patterns surfaced on the pen's body, swimming around like living creatures.

The light lasted for only a few seconds before retracting completely. It returned to looking like an ordinary pencil, only its color had become a bit deeper and more profound.

Lin Mo placed the pen back into Chu Miaomiao's hand.

The moment she grasped the pen, Chu Miaomiao's entire body trembled.

An indescribable sensation welled up in her heart.

She could clearly feel her consciousness extending outward, forming a tight link with this pen. It was no longer a dead object, but had become a part of her body that could be driven by her very thoughts.

"From today onward, this is your exclusive treasure."

Lin Mo's voice carried a hint of a smile. "Try it out. Use your thoughts to write the word 'rabbit' in the air."

Hearing this, Chu Miaomiao immediately held the pen and wrote 'rabbit' in mid-air.

Every stroke and line left a visible mark.

These strokes transformed into a streak of golden light in the air, directly turning into a rabbit that landed on the floor.

"Ah! A little bunny!"

Chu Miaomiao scooped the rabbit up from the floor. She could feel that she had complete control over this rabbit.

"Can you feel it?" Lin Mo asked.

Chu Miaomiao nodded. With her mind, she commanded the rabbit to jump out of her arms and onto the floor. It was like a remote-controlled robot; wherever she wanted the rabbit to go, it went.

Lin Mo thought for a moment, then pulled an instruction manual out of his pocket.

It was actually a divine pen manual written by Lin Mo himself.

[Spiritual Artifact: Divine Pen]

[Through writing or drawing, it can materialize certain objects and grant complete control over them. If used in conjunction with the World Book, it can be used to write fate.]

Taking Ning Qingcheng as a disciple didn't just unlock the master-disciple system; it also came with this divine pen.

Lin Mo had also tried using the divine pen himself.

Normally, a regular person like Chu Miaomiao wouldn't be able to use the divine pen. However, Lin Mo had taken the Imperial Green jade from before and crafted it into a Spirit Gathering Stone.

This way, even an ordinary person like Chu Miaomiao could use the divine pen.

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