Ni Sitian sat anxiously in the bathroom for more than ten minutes before quietly opening the door and peeking out.
After hesitating for a while, she decided to go out anyway. She cautiously walked towards the bedroom, and seeing that the door was closed, she raised her hand and knocked. Feeling both embarrassed and awkward, she forced herself to ask, "Um, are you alright?"
Xu Tingchuan closed his eyes to regulate his breathing and the heat in his body. He had finally managed to control it, but the culprit had returned. He was truly fearless, daring to come over and ask questions at a time when men are in such a situation.
"Um, are you alright?" Ni Sitian knocked on the door again after a while when there was no response.
Xu Tingchuan swallowed hard, his throat tightening, and replied in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing, don't come in."
He was afraid that if she came in, he wouldn't be able to resist pouncing on her like a hungry tiger.
"Oh." Ni Sitian knew she had caused trouble, so she responded very obediently and turned to walk towards the living room.
A short while later, she heard the bedroom door open, and she tensed up. Then she heard the bathroom door close, and her nerves relaxed.
Bored, she reached under the coffee table and picked up the sketchbook. When she opened it, she found that it was a drawing of Xu Tingchuan, capturing even his spirit. Did he draw it himself?
She flipped through a few more pages, puzzled. Every single page in the sketchbook was of him. Wouldn't it be a bit too narcissistic if he drew them himself? Or were they drawn by his admirers? He's married now, why would he bring his admirers' drawings home? Isn't that inappropriate?
Ni Sitian pursed her lips, unaware that she felt a little uncomfortable in her chest when she thought this way.
"You drew this." Xu Tingchuan took a shower and came out while drying his hair.
Ni Sitian was surprised, looked up at Xu Tingchuan, and pointed to herself: "I drew this?"
"Yes, I only recently discovered that you've secretly drawn so many of me." Xu Tingchuan put down the towel, looking at the sketchbook with a gentle expression.
Ni Sitian couldn't take her eyes off him for a moment. With his soft, drooping hair, he looked quite young and didn't seem like an uncle at all. And perhaps because he had just taken a shower, he had a misty, watery feeling on his body, making him handsome and alluring. He was really good-looking.
Xu Tingchuan noticed that she was staring at him, seemingly lost in thought. He subtly sat down next to her and, in a soft voice, made her lower her guard. He chatted casually, saying, "At the end of last year, you became Wu Miaoshui's student to learn painting. However, you haven't been able to go for the past two or three months due to some reasons. Grandpa Wu called a few days ago to ask about you, worried about your health."
"Wu Miaoshui?! I'm learning to paint from him?" Ni Sitian looked incredulous.
Xu Tingchuan smiled and recounted in detail the circumstances of her becoming her disciple.
Ni Sitian listened intently, yet felt a sense of daze. How could she forget such a wonderful experience!
“Although you’ve lost your memory, your body’s instincts for drawing should still be there after practicing. Do you want to try drawing?” Xu Tingchuan took out a pencil and handed it to her, coaxing her gently.
Ni Sitian took the paper, somewhat disbelieving that she could draw so well. She looked down and flipped to a blank page, then began to draw instinctively without thinking.
In just over ten minutes, a sketch was completed. Upon closer inspection, she realized it depicted Xu Tingchuan wiping his hair with a towel.
When Xu Tingchuan saw the painting, all the pent-up feelings he had felt because of her coldness vanished.
He stared at her blank profile and finally couldn't resist leaning over to kiss her slightly upturned pink lips.
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