Outside the door.
Xia Weiyi's face flushed red, and her heart beat uncontrollably. She seemed like a willful child just now. Would Brother Wu'an hate her?
She walked into the bathroom and browsed the items inside instead of taking a bath.
The large bathroom, paved with grey marble, had very few things in it, but they were sufficient.
She stroked his toothbrush and towel with her fingers, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Finally, a towel that looked worn out was stuffed into an exquisite packaging bag.
She took out another transparent bag from the package and opened it. Inside was a white dress, a sleeveless, long, ankle-length style with a small round neckline, which looked very sweet.
He still treated her as a little girl and the clothes he gave her never changed.
When taking a bath, Xia Weiyi used a lot of Si Wuan's shower gel. The air was filled with his scent, as if he was wrapping her up.
Soon, she came out of the bathroom.
She was wearing the white dress he had given her, with her face and body snow-white, her slightly damp long hair hanging down her back, looking soft, sweet and quiet.
She was holding a bag containing her changed clothes.
Si Wuan simply raised his eyelids and said, "Let's go have breakfast."
He didn't comment on whether the dress fit her well and looked beautiful.
But Xia Weiyi was still keenly aware that his tone was somewhat cheerful. She bent the corners of her mouth and said, "Thank you for the skirt, brother. I like it very much. I won't have breakfast. I'm afraid I'll be late for painting."
“My painting teacher is very strict.”
Si Wu'an raised his hand, tugged at his black shirt, and unbuttoned two buttons. With lust running rampant, he hummed and walked into the bathroom, intending to take a bath.
Xia Weiyi clenched the bag in his hand and quickly left the house.
Si Wuan was in the bathroom, and he casually glanced around the bathroom and found that one of his usual towels was missing.
He looked in the mirror, his handsome face flashing with a smile.
He took out a new towel from under the sink, thought for a few seconds, opened his phone and sent a WeChat message: "Weiyi, I'm missing a towel. Did you see it?"
Ding Dong.
"I haven't seen it, Brother Wu'an, please look carefully."
Si Wuan chuckled, put his phone on the sink, walked to the shower and turned on the cold water.
The cold water fell on him, and all he felt was a strong warmth.
**
Sitting in the taxi, Xia Weiyi folded the towel carefully. She stared at it with joy, as if she had obtained the most beautiful treasure in the world.
She came to the studio and continued silently to paint the painting that she had not finished last time. This time her touch felt better, probably because she was in a very good mood.
Duan Yi walked out of another room and saw the girl sitting in front of the window. She was wearing a white sleeveless dress made of high-quality material, which set off her snow-white skin and well-proportioned figure. She was so stunningly beautiful that even the flowers blooming outside the window could not compare to her gorgeousness.
She was like a painting.
The girl seemed unaware of how beautiful she was and was concentrating on painting.
"That guy Si Han dotes on you."
Xia Weiyi turned around, her face full of confusion: "Uncle Si is indeed good to me, but Teacher, why did you suddenly mention it?"
Duan Yi pointed at the dress she was wearing. "It's a French royal couture dress. Many noble ladies and female celebrities in the entertainment industry are proud to wear it. This seemingly simple dress was designed by the famous royal designer William for his lover. It's very expensive, and there are only five of them in the world. I didn't expect Si Han to buy one for you."
Upon hearing this, Xia Weiyi's face turned slightly red, and her complexion became even more stunning.
This caused Duan Yi to sneer, as if he saw through something.
"Teacher, I'm telling you the truth. Please don't tell anyone else, okay? Especially don't tell Uncle Si."
Duan Yi frowned: "What do you mean?"
Xia Weiyi's gorgeous face was covered with a faint smile, like a little girl in love. "This dress was given to me by Brother Wu An. I didn't know it was so expensive and famous. If I had known this, I would have kept it as a treasure."
"You mean Si Han's son, Si Wu'an, gave it to you?"
Xia Weiyi nodded and pursed her lips: "Uncle Si and Aunt Si regard Brother Wu'an as the apple of their eye and value him very much. They don't want us to have any private contact, so please keep it a secret for me, teacher."
The way she smiled with her eyebrows raised mischievously was so lively and beautiful.
"Then why did you tell me?"
Xia Weiyi complained, "I'm just afraid you'll misunderstand. Uncle Si treats me very well because of my mother. I don't want you to have any grudges."
Duan Yi's face flushed red. He had indeed overthought and apologized: "The little girl is quite generous and decent. It's me, the elder, who was wrong."
The girl's eyes were frank and she said, "Teacher, I know there are many speculations about me living in the Si family. I don't really care what others think, but I do care what those close to me think."
Duan Yi was very impressed: "Draw well, your talent will be fully utilized with me."
Xia Weiyi stood up and bowed to Duan Yi: "Thank you, teacher."
Duan Yi's expression was relaxed and gentle, like a teacher looking at his best student, full of admiration.
Xia Weiyi sat down again, picked up his brush and started painting, with a faint smile on his face.
In her previous life, she was always timid, not daring to express her true thoughts or refute others, so many people misunderstood her, hated her, and hurt her.
In this life, she would never let this happen again.
I thought of Si Wuan’s words again, because you are you.
His affirmation made her cherish herself.
Only by loving yourself and caring about your own feelings can you get the love and respect of others.
Xia Weiyi spent the whole day painting in the studio, and Teacher Duan Yi provided lunch, which was a big meal.
She understood that she had gained the teacher's recognition.
At sunset, before leaving the studio, she changed out of her white dress in the studio bathroom and put on her original light pink dress.
Since this dress is so expensive, it would be a disaster if Si Mumu saw it.
She didn't want to cause trouble for Si Wuan.
After packing up, she took a taxi back to Si's house.
These days, because she often goes out to paint, she has few opportunities to meet the Si family mother and daughter, and they both feel much more comfortable.
She also planned to return to the villa today and walked into the room on the second floor without stopping.
Walking closer to the living room, I heard laughter and chatter. The atmosphere was good today.
She frowned slightly, afraid that she would become a spoiler of the atmosphere.
Sure enough, she walked in with a smile on her face.
Xia Weiyi pretended not to care and walked upstairs with his head down.
Si Mumu raised her voice in disdain.
"Brother, look at her hanging out outside in her pajamas all day, how embarrassing."
Brother? Is Si Wuan back?
Xia Weiyi turned around and met Si Wuan's deep black eyes.
Her skin was tense, her fingers clenched the delicate bag, her chest ached, and she was afraid that Si Wuan would misunderstand that she didn't like the gift he gave her.
She just loves it too much and likes it too much, so she is reluctant to wear it.
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