C92 Stealing His Craft

Mo Xuxiao nodded at the suggestion, setting down the brush in his hand. The painting on the rice paper was more than halfway done. The butler glanced up inadvertently and paused, "Sir, is that a woman in the painting?"

Mo Xuxiao studied his work, frowning slightly in dissatisfaction. It seemed to lack a certain liveliness. In the painting, a young woman was dozing under the shade of a tree