Art is Art

He had been doing this to help her, but now she wanted him to stop. She felt like an ingrate.

She originally wanted to draw, but she was no longer in the mood to continue. She slid down from the sofa to the carpet, hugged her knees, and curled up into a small ball. Her face was tense with distress.

This was what Qi Shenbai saw when he returned home. His little girlfriend was unhappy. After changing into his slippers, he strode towards her.

"Are you still angry?"

When Xu Jiaojiao heard his voice and saw that he had returned, her eyes were filled with surprise, followed by hesitation. She said carefully, "I'm not angry with you."

Qi Shenbai crouched down beside her, his gaze level with hers. "Then what's wrong?"

Xu Jiaojiao hesitated for a long time. She wanted to say something, but she did not know where to start.