"It's nothing, please don't look, Mr. Xu."
Leh Ying's face flushed with embarrassment as she carefully tried to take back the paper. Her feeble attempt was no match for Xu Jingxi; she was also afraid of tearing it.
Xu Jingxi continued signing documents with his other hand, unaffected: "What are you scared of?"
She couldn't snatch it back, the more she tried, the more interested he became in looking. Leh Ying simply withdrew her hand: "I drew it poorly."
Xu Jingxi's long fingers pressed down on the paper, stopping it from moving. He glanced at the young girl with her head down, serene yet shy, then moved his gaze from her face to the paper.
The upper part of the sketch showed only a side view of a body, Xu Jingxi's expression slightly displeased: "You're quite something, where's my face?"
Leh Ying's voice became softer, "I just can't seem to draw it right."
