Although Yan Xiu did not have any requirements for Murong Qiao's clothes, she still returned to her room to change into a white dress before going to the rose field.
"Can I sit here?" Murong Qiao asked.
Yan Xiu said in a muffled voice, "Yes."
After the two of them agreed for her to be the model, Yan Xiu brought his usual drawing board to the flower field to prepare while Murong Qiao returned to her room to change.
After hearing Yan Xiu's words, Murong Qiao gathered her skirt and sat on the vine swing she had sat on last night.
However, compared to yesterday's casualness, Murong Qiao looked a little reserved.
Yan Xiu looked up at her as he held the brush. After sensing Murong Qiao's stiff posture, he had no choice but to speak.
"Relax," he prompted.
Looking for inspiration was not the same as painting a still model. If that was really the case, why didn't he look for a statue?
