Every time he returned to the villa, it was pitch-dark except for the light in the painting studio.
Xu Jingxi was a bit annoyed. How could he have raised her to be so meticulous, yet she never left the light on for him? He skillfully located the lighting control system screen and pressed the switch.
With a 'beep', all the lights in the villa turned on simultaneously, much better.
He pushed open the door of the painting studio and immediately saw the young girl curled up on the sofa, asleep, clutching a tube of paint in her arms.
The assortment of paints in her room had all been air-freighted from France, specially custom-ordered for her. He didn't bother to remember their names.
Leaning against the door frame, he watched her for a while before he approached and bent down, intending to lift her into his arms.
She suddenly awoke from her dream, clutching tightly to the man's arm. Seeing the familiar, handsome face, she gradually came to her senses and let out a sigh of relief.
