Lu Mian spread the paper on this side of the coffee table, squatted down, and began to draw, clutching her pen.
Stray strands of hair slid down with her movements, looking soft and smooth.
Xiao Qimo stood quietly in the original spot, just watching her silently, waiting for her. The way she held the pen and painted was so earnest that it made one look forward to her work uncontrollably.
This girl had brought him too many surprises, he really didn't know what else she couldn't do.
Ye Jinwen was also stretching his neck nervously; if it weren't for the pain all over his body, he would have rushed over barefoot.
Soon, Lu Mian put away her pen and handed the paper to Ye Jinwen.
The man with a face full of expectations hurriedly took it with his good right hand. When it unfurled in front of him, his enthusiastic baby face turned into a twitching one in an instant.
"Abstract... abstract art?"
