Yet beneath the skirt lifted by the breeze, stockings enveloping her legs could be faintly seen; her willowy waist and hips, curvaceous and ample, formed a striking visual contrast.
"Is this... me?"
"That's right, I'm planning to use it as an illustration in the book."
Chen Mo leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I don't dislike Director Xu; on the contrary, your jealous look is quite adorable."
Adorable?
Impossible!
But if he could keep lying like this, it would be wonderful...
Xu Qingyi's cheeks flushed like the sunset spreading across the sky.
Looking at the portrait, her heart raced like a startled deer, nearly leaping out of her chest.
She flicked her hand to send a gentle breeze, drying the ink on the paper, then cautiously rolled it up to avoid creases and placed it in the wooden box under the desk.
Feigning confusion, Chen Mo asked, "I was going to publish it, why are you putting it away?"
