Chapter 117 I Think I’ll Just Draw You

At night, the castle was very quiet, away from the bustling city, it had the tranquillity of countryside at night.

He Xiyan came out from the bathroom with a pink bathrobe which reached to her ankles, she almost wrapped herself like a rice dumpling, she put on a pair of light-coloured fuzzy slipper, stepped on the soft carpet silently.

Once she came out, she saw Ye Hao sat in front of the computer desk with his hands flying fast on the keyboard. He had finished washing up, wearing a bathrobe with the same style as her, but his was dark blue.

He frowned with his eyes blazing like torches, he was completely focused on the matters he dealt with, he couldn't even aware of the woman stood behind him.

He Xiyan could see a large network map on the screen from a distance, there were buildings like a stronghold on it.

It should be the project data graph of the company. He Xiyan didn't ask. A man hated to be interrupted by a woman when he was focused on his work, such as her ex-husband. She was sensible, she didn't disturb him, and kept quietly.

She found a drawing board from a cabinet nearby and sat cross-legged on the sofa. She learned painting from the age of 7 and she was admitted to the university with this speciality. Her painting technique was good. Although she wasn't as good as the artist at least she could draw charmingly. She was especially good at hand-painted sketches, of course occasionally she did Chinese paintings, oil paintings too, but couldn't be presentable.

She gently held the brush in her hand and her eyes fell on Ye Hao.

I Think I'll Just Draw You, she pursed in to a thin smiled.

She drew a lot of people's portraits, but this was the first time she drew him.

The brush rustled on the drawing paper in the room, she painted extremely seriously, her eyes studying on him and the paper for a while, she drew carefully for every stroke, and afraid she would draw him ugly.

It usually would take her ten minutes for a character sketching, this time it took her almost an hour. Of course, this painting was more lifelike.

She laid down the brush and stared at him in her painting. She painted him when he was busy in front of the computer. In her painting, he frowned with his lips pursed and eyes focused, his handsome face with firmness and solidity, and he was doing his work with great focus.

He xi yan took the paper off, put it on the side of the tea table. What did he look like if he saw her painting?

It was already ten o 'clock. She was a little sleepy, but she didn't bother him. She quietly went to the bathroom to change a silk nightclothes. Then she lifted the blanket and went to bed, she used to slept on her side as she could easily fall asleep.

She was dazed with sleep, the bedroom light was turned off, it's only left a bedlamp shining with a dim light.

He Xiyan could faintly hear the noise that he made, she moved her body to the bedside again, but before that the man's arm stretched over and pulled her into his arms.

"Yanyan... "His hand fell on her forehead and pinned a thread of her long hair behind her ear.

He Xiyan murmured assent, she didn't fall asleep, but dazed. She moved her neck, but didn't notice that her face was on the back of his neck, and her breath had aroused abruptly his instinctive desire.

Before she could even react, his lips had come down on hers.