Leh Ying finished drinking her nourishing soup, picked up her drawing board, and entered the study. She sat down opposite the desk, her movements gentle and careful, afraid to disturb the gentleman seated in the main chair.
Seeing that he had no reaction, Leh Ying arranged her brushes and immersed herself in painting seriously.
The study was so quiet that only the sound of typing on the keyboard could be heard, occasionally accompanied by the noise of her squeezing paint and knocking over the paint tray.
Xu Jingxi's eyelids twitched slightly, and his gaze, light as a feather, fell onto her, then to her fingertips smeared with paint, and he frowned, "Did you get that on your hands?"
She lowered her head, looking at the expensive silk carpet at her feet, "It's the carpet that's dirty."
Xu Jingxi's gaze returned to the computer screen, "It's only a little money, Chen Yuandong will replace it."
"Oh."
But in two or three seconds, silence returned to their quiet companionship.
