"Okay, I'll listen to anything you say," Qi Longbing said with a smile.
Hua Xiaomo adjusted the paint box with both hands.
Seeing her methodical movements, Qi Longbing chuckled, "Do you really enjoy messing with the paint box?"
Hua Xiaomo looked at him, a sly spark in her eyes. "I enjoy painting for you even more."
"Is that so?" Qi Longbing laughed again.
Hua Xiaomo, still wearing her habitual faint smile, felt a jolt as she watched him step back onto the couch. I should take a photo, she thought, but taking it right in front of him likely isn't a good opportunity. It could backfire and trigger his various sensitivities. So, all this has to be done mainly through secretive photography. If only I had that Butterfly's Smiling Needle Camera, then snapping a photo of him right now would be a piece of cake.
As Hua Xiaomo thought, a mischievously light and sinister feeling seeped from her heart. Quickly, one hand pulled away the canvas covering the easel in front of her.
