Wen Qingzhu gently kissed Ying Qiuxi's hair,"Qiu Xi, stop painting. Have some fruit."
Mo Qiuxi heard Wen Qingzhu's gentle and intoxicating voice and the brush in her hand paused. She couldn't continue drawing with him hugging her like this.
In fact, mo Qiuxi also felt a little emotional. In the past, she was the one who was free while he was so busy.
Now that Wen Qingzhu was free, she started to get busy.
She just wanted to do something she liked to do to pass the time.
However, it was clear that she had caused Wen Qingzhu to worry.
"Okay, I'll rest for a while."
After saying that, mo Qiuxi placed the brush in her hand to the side and wanted to get up. Wen Qingzhu hurriedly and gently helped her up.
Wen Qingzhu's actions were as if she was treating mo Qiuxi as a fragile porcelain doll.
"I'm really not that delicate. "
Mo Qiuxi had emphasized it many times, but Wen Qingzhu only gently touched her head and didn't say anything.
