When he went upstairs, Fang Chixia was drawing on the balcony with his back to him, holding a drawing board.
Luo Yibei closed the door behind his back and walked towards her in a few steps.
Fang Chixia sat on a wicker chair, which was a bit wide and more than enough to accommodate her already slender figure.
However, there is no room for two people.
However, Luo Yibei didn't care that much.
Standing next to her, he squeezed in and sat down with her.
Fang Chixia's painting hand seemed to pause, and he turned his head and glanced in his direction from the corner of his eye.
Luo Yibei didn't seem to see her eyes, his slender legs crossed lazily, and he stretched out his arms comfortably.
“This villa has a great view!”
Fang Chixia ignored him and was painting with his brush.
Luo Yibei didn't bother her, he just turned his head and stared at her painting quietly.
Fang Chixia is painting the sky and the seaside.
The blue sea stretches as far as the eye can see, and the water waves sparkle in the sunshine.
The sky she painted is also very beautiful. The color she chose is a very fresh blue, which is like a refreshing wind. Just looking at it, seeing, hearing, and smelling seem to be stimulated. All the senses are left with only the clear sky. blue.
What Luo Yibei sees most are usually her design drawings, and he has never seen her painting skills.
This is one of the few times.
He didn't expect that her painting skills were so good.
After staring at Fang Chixia's paintings for a long time, Luo Yibei's lips curled up slightly.
Fang Chixia never paid attention to him, as if he didn't exist.
After painting for a long time, the sky and the sea appeared one by one, and then a beach was painted.
I fumbled with the paint pen, trying to color it. My fingertips touched the chair next to me several times, but I didn't touch anything.
Fang Chixia turned her head sideways, trying to find it, when a slender and beautiful hand lazily moved towards her side holding a paint pen.
A very lazy movement, like the nobles who rewarded waiters in the European Middle Ages, elegant and casual.
The look she took was what she needed, with a bit of beige white.
Fang Chi Xia Ding stared at the pen for a few seconds. Without being polite to him, he took the pen over and started smearing it directly.
Luo Yibei didn't bother her. He changed his position with his crossed legs, folded his arms in front of his chest and continued to stare at her while painting.
The white paper turned into a piece of fine white beach under Fang Chixia's flexible hands. The part of the beach connected to the sea, and there was even a wave.
The thing about her skill is that she is not a professional painter, but the things she draws are particularly tasteful.
Fang Chixia held a pen in her hand, the tip of the pen swishing across the drawing board, still painting.
Her hand blocked part of the painting, causing a visual obstacle for Luo Yibei, so he couldn't see clearly.
When she stopped and was about to put the painting away, he only caught a glimpse of the final painting.
Luo Yibei seemed to be hit by a strong electric current. His eyes moved stiffly along the painting in Fang Chixia's hand. Watching her put away the painting, he felt a little unbelievable, "Chi Xia, that painting..."
He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Fang Chixia seemed to have expected what he was referring to.
"Yes." She responded to him lightly and closed the drawer.
A very light voice, as if it had vitality, echoed in Luo Yibei's ears, echoed, echoed again, and did not dissipate for a long time.
After chewing on her word for a long time, the corners of his lips raised in pleasure.