Speaking of painting, the only thing Xiao Baoxin could remember about Xie Xian was the painting paper that he had blackened. The emotions on it were so…It was hard to explain.
In the past, she had only heard that he was proficient in the four arts. After marrying into the Xie family, he had been busy with government affairs and had almost no time to spare. In the past, he had spent every day with her during the confinement period. However, at that time, she was mainly taking care of her body and he did not have the energy to drive her crazy.
As a result, when Xie Xian mentioned painting, Xiao Baoxin's eyes immediately lit up.
"Sure."
The two of them held hands and went to the study room. They sat on the side of the bed. Xie Xian finished painting in less than the time it took an incense stick to burn.
