What's the purpose?

Zi Lingxi looked at Huang Luoxiu's photo and smiled happily.

When she smiled, her eyes curved with a bright and beautiful arc.

When Zi Lingxi laughed, her entire being seemed to come alive.

She still remembered how nervous she had been when she had secretly taken Huang Luoxiu's photos. At that time, her palms had almost been sweaty.

It was a picture of Huang Luoxiu's side profile that she had taken when the two of them had gone out to play.

She felt that Huang Luoxiu was so good looking in every way.

Unfortunately, she didn't dare to take a photo of her face, afraid that he would see it.

If he saw it and asked her, she would be so embarrassed.

However, she clearly remembered the way Huang Luoxiu was reading the newspaper on the sofa in the living room.

That noble and elegant side of him was fixed in her mind like a painting.

As she thought about this, Zi Lingxi took out the graphics and brush from the box and began to draw on the paper.