Song Fengwan stayed in Yishui Community and chatted with Tang Jingci until the middle of the night. She woke up a little late the next day.
Tang Jingci woke up early. When she washed up and went to the living room, she saw Qiao Xiyan staring at the easel on the balcony. His fingertips were spinning his lighter, and his eyes were unreadable.
She was still a little sleepy earlier, but she suddenly remembered the drawings on her easel. There were many male models inside. Her body trembled as she rushed over and pulled the sketchbook off the easel.
"Your drawings…" Qiao Xiyan chuckled. "You're quite broad-minded."
"I'm just bored practicing Chinese characters." Tang Jingci coughed twice.
"So you specially found a naked man to practice drawing?"
Tang Jingci gripped the sketchbook tightly. There were men, women, and children in it. There was only a male model without a shirt, but he was staring at this one.
"I just drew casually."
