She couldn't possibly do something so heinous!

He Jing seemed to see Yan Hanxi's face through the book. She picked up her pen and poked hard at the blank space at the end of the novel, leaving a small black dot on the paper. She then rubbed her cheeks until they felt warm.

Just as she was hesitating, Yan Hanxi sent a message. In just a few words, he seemed to have witnessed her predicament. He asked—

Can't bring yourself to eat it?

He Jing bit her lip, thinking, "How come he even knows that?"

It's not that I couldn't take a bite.

She put down her pen, picked up her phone, tapped a few words, and sent them out:

If you're so capable, then don't make me do this kind of thing.

Then a video call popped up.

He Jing pressed the button to break it.

Another voice call popped up.

He Jing answered.

Yan Hanxi's lazy, amused voice came through the phone: "Hey, don't you have any tools?"

What auxiliary tools...

He Jing paused for a moment before realizing what he meant, and then smiled, "Yes."

Yan Hanxi then asked, "Shall I give you a dozen?"

He Jing: "No need."

Thank you for the call; she has an idea.

It's just a lip print, it's so easy.

Yan Hanxi wanted to say something more to He Jing, but He Jing hung up the phone immediately. She ran to He Yi's room, borrowed a paintbrush, and then, holding the paintbrush, made a few strokes on the last page of the novel where the black dots had just been, before smoothing them out.

And that's how the fiery red lipstick was born.

He Jing took a picture of the bright red lipstick and sent it to Yan Hanxi. Yan Hanxi, who was far away at the Yan family villa, raised an eyebrow, made a phone call, and asked indulgently and dotingly, "Is this how you're going to treat me?"

He Jing remained calm and composed: "You only said you wanted a lip print, you didn't say it had to be from me."

Yan Hanxi: ...Little fox.

After sending the picture, He Jing immediately asked, "What exactly do you want to exchange with me?"

Yan Hanxi sent He Jing the photos she had bought from the porridge shop. He Jing's eyelids twitched, and she was startled, speechless. After a long while, she asked, "Where did you get these?"

This angle doesn't look like he took it himself at all.

"Did you get it from the shop owner? Are you close to him or not?"

The composition of the three figures is beautiful and enough to spark a lot of imagination.

This was the first time He Jing had a photo with the He family, and she couldn't help but smile. Even though there was an unwanted head in the photo, she still liked it very much. She sincerely said, "I like it very much, thank you."

Yan Hanxi was not sure if the "I like it very much" was meant for him. He felt a little melancholy. If He Jing could stand in front of him one day and say such a thing to him, he would be overjoyed.

He Jing said softly, "This year, I want to take a family photo with everyone for the Chinese New Year."

I wonder what that scenario will be like.

Yan Hanxi said, "I'll find the best photography team for you."

If she likes it, he'll take pictures of her every day from now on.

He Jing felt that Yan Hanxi wouldn't understand her feelings at this moment, but she was still very moved. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to him, when suddenly there were two knocks on the door, and He Zhou's cold voice rang out from outside:

"It's me."

Left with no other choice, He Jing hung up Yan Hanxi's call again, went over and opened the door. Seeing He Zhou wearing an apron at the door, she smiled and said, "Third Brother."

He Zhou's gaze fell on the bright smile on her small face. He couldn't help but tug at the collar of his apron. His irritated expression calmed down, and then he chuckled: "If I don't come to find you, are you never planning to come to find me?"