C278 Jealous

It was getting late, and the lights were still on in the royal study. The people inside the house didn't seem to care at all.

Under the light's shadow, Jun Ximo's expression was extremely dark. He held a brush in his hand and lifted, put it down, picked it up again! He repeated this process several times, but in the end, he did not make a single stroke on the xuan paper.

After a long while