Lie Xunjue was only wearing a robe, his open chest firm and sexy. He had a pencil in his mouth, holding a drawing board with the other hand, tilting his head as he looked at her, occasionally lowering his head to sketch swiftly on the board.
Ye Huanyan tilted her head slightly, her clear eyes tinged with surprise, "Are you drawing me?"
Lie Xunjue just curled his lips, not speaking, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement, though his hand holding the pen didn't stop.
Ye Huanyan put down the clothes in her hand and walked towards him.
He reacted even faster, standing up directly and holding the drawing board high.
She was already shorter next to him, stretching her arm as much as she could but still couldn't reach it.
"Let me see, Lie Xunjue, what kind of ugly version of me did you draw!"
She knew Lie Xunjue hadn't painted for many years.
And it had been many years since she last painted too.
