Chapter 103: You guys don't have anything better to do?

  I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always feel that Yiqian Xun glances over at me intentionally or unintentionally when she is painting.

  We waited for no more than half a stick of incense before Chihiro put down her pen.

  He put his hands behind him and glanced at me before looking at Princess Huaya and saying: "Princess, the painting is done!"

  Princess Fu Ya was slightly puzzled, thinking that he suspected himself of being slow, but indeed, who could finish a painting so quickly?

  Chihiro, however, looked confident and ordered someone to pick up the painting.

  Only when someone picked up this painting did we realize that his reputation as a master painter was well-deserved.

  However, in such a short time, he did not paint in detail, but roughly sketched out the outline and demeanor of Princess Fuya. In the painting, the person leaned against the noble chair under a bright moon, smiling faintly, and this demeanor was already infinitely beautiful.

  The person in the painting has a hint of innocence between their eyebrows, without any flirtatiousness, naturally possessing an elegant demeanor. With a subtle smile, they seem to be free from worldly etiquette. Where can one find such unparalleled elegance?

  Especially the expression in his eyes, slightly strong and tender, as if he was about to walk out of a painting. It looked familiar, I looked at Yiqian Xun with slight confusion, he was also looking at me, and when our eyes met, he nodded almost imperceptibly.

  I immediately understood that the expression he drew was mine, no wonder he looked at me like that just now. I felt touched, my heart beating suddenly accelerated, and my face turned red as I hastily lowered my head, not daring to look at him again.

  Princess Fu Ya was always looking at the painting, unable to bear the expression of surprise. I buried my head and turned slightly, only to find a stern gaze staring at me. Song Ming looked suspiciously at me and Yiqian Xun, his eyes circling between us.

  I coughed dryly, straightened my back and met his gaze fearlessly.

  His eyes had an inexplicable sentiment, as if suspicious, as if exploring. Confronting a pair of eyes like this, I almost couldn't help but put down my guard.

  Just as I was about to surrender under her gaze, Princess Fu Ya said: "The right side is empty, why didn't you mention the poem?"