What Could She Do?
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Oh, it's you. Why aren't you sleeping?" She continued to draw while his hands were still massaging Xia Ruoxin's shoulders; the muscles in her body were still slightly tensed up.
"The light was still on in the living room so I came out to take a look. Turns out you're still here." Gao Yi smiled like the way he used to, just that his line of sight darkened for a bit. They were different from before.
"I'm rushing my work. I owe quite a few of them." Xia Ruoxin shook the pencil in her hand and drew a few more paintings. If not, she would feel guilty for taking her salary.
"You're still the same. You never let yourself go for a while." Gao Yi extended his hand and placed it on the canvas on her knee. He looked at the unfinished painting on the canvas; her art skills were better than before.
She really had potential in this, and she had found a job that was suited for her.