Bai Xianyu watched with relish. Her brows furrowed and relaxed from time to time. The bead curtain here was lowered, so the people inside could not be seen clearly from the outside. Even the sunlight was a little dimmer.
She had always liked to take afternoon naps here. Now, she was even more relaxed.
Unbeknownst to her, the tall man in front of the table took out another piece of rice paper and painted her outline with each stroke.
After watching for about an hour, Bai Xianyu was completely exhausted. She became drowsy and fell asleep. The book in her hands slipped off and fell into the hands of Xie Xingyun, who had been waiting for a long time.
He put the book away and waited for a while. When the girl was sound asleep, he took a step forward and turned her over, tucking her in.
