The Flower Shop Owner and the Monster Child

The painting took just over an hour to complete.

Quite a few paints had been opened in the box, and some stains were inevitable on the little table. Yu Xing paid them no mind, watching only his sleeves to make sure not a speck of color got on his clothes.

At last, he set down his brush. "Done."

Xu Wan, who had been holding her pose on the chair for over an hour, let out a quiet breath and relaxed.

The longer she sat, the harder it became to maintain all those delicate, pitiful expressions. By the end, she'd been relying on sheer willpower to keep her face still, and it had looked utterly lifeless.

"Let me see~" As soon as he announced that he was finished, she got up, stamped her feet a few times, then hurried over to Yu Xing.

At first glance, Xu Wan froze. Then she was dazzled by the woman in the painting.

San had made a name for himself with a relatively niche style of painting, and the first thing to note was that his technique was exquisite.

The woman in the painting leaned against a high-backed wooden chair. The deep brown of the chair and the white of her short skirt formed a striking contrast, while her long legs, crossed at the knee, were on full display.

The luminous tones were almost exactly like her real complexion. Her upper body tilted slightly as she lounged against the chair, giving her a languid air, while her sweet, lovely face radiated an innocent naivete. The pearl hair clip on her head was the finishing touch, complementing her matching necklace and bracelet.

Yu Xing hadn't just painted beautifully; he'd also captured Xu Wan in her most captivating moment. The charm of the woman in the painting