Lin weiyue had no choice but to visit beiming Qinghan many times. Hence, it was difficult for her to calm down when she was painting.
She even had a feeling of backing out.
She had just said that impulsively. She didn't expect that when she really wanted to paint, she wouldn't be able to paint beiming Qing Han as a scenery.
Lin weiyue was deeply aware that beiming Qinghan had an influence on her heart.
This man was already so beautiful and had such an outstanding temperament. Under such a night sky and light, he looked even more blurred and intoxicating.
She had to breathe slowly to calm her emotions.
After a long time, Lin weiyue finally finished drawing.
However, during this time, beiming Qinghan had followed Lin weiyue's instructions and remained in the same position without moving.
Lin weiyue was a little touched."Are your arms stiff?"
"It's fine. Can I take a look at your painting?"
