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It's a pleasure to paint a woman you love, but you can't relax when she has her white back turned to you.

Ouyang Ziyun was writing with a brush as he stared at Su Xiaojin who was sitting upright on the bed. From start to finish, he had his eyebrows knitted and didn't even dare to breathe out loud. The half-opened curtain fluttered with the breeze