Li Xianyun's brushwork was steady and confident, and her sketch was both detailed and aesthetically pleasing.
The ordinary brush seemed to come to life in Li Xianyun's delicate, pale hands.
After completing the last room, Li Xianyun lowered her head and gently blew on the fresh ink.
Only then did Yelu Yan dare to wrap his arms around Li Xianyun from behind, resting his chin lightly on her slender, attractive shoulder, his handsome cheek pressing tightly against Li Xianyun's smooth, delicate cheek.
One with rough, calloused skin sporting a faint stubble, the other with soft, delicate skin carrying a light, elegant fragrance.
The contrast was striking, yet their extraordinary looks made them an incredibly well-matched pair.
Li Xianyun's fair complexion, accented by her sapphire blue attire, made her skin appear as white and lustrous as fine jade, stunningly beautiful.
Li Xianyun set down the sketch and placed her small hand on Yelu Yan's iron-like arm.