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Luo Chenxi felt like biting her tougue off!

Mu Yichen really was her bane.

How was it that every question the man asked could very well spell her demise?

“Is it, or is it not?” Mu Yichen furrowed his brows.

Luo Chenxi scrambled to explain, “Wait… Hear me out! These are two different matters. I had those male hosts strip because their outfits were too jarring to look at. As for Young Master Mu, you have such good taste for your choices of clothing and look so good in them! Your charm radiates without bounds! So you don’t have to strip, really!”

Mu Yichen’s thin lips slightly rose. “At least you still have a good eye for things.”

“Cough, cough, you flatter me. That’s only because I’ve been staying by the side of the ever majestic Young Master Mu everyday that it eventually brought up my standards for aesthetics.” Luo Chenxi tried her best with the flattery in hopes that the man would let her off.

Mu Yichen turned his head away at an angle where the woman could not see his face and slightly curled his lips.

“Where do you want me to sit?”

As soon as Luo Chenxi heard that he finally agreed to stop stripping, she hurriedly ran to him and scrambled to bring his seat.

“Right here! The lighting is the best here! Please be seated.”

“Then… Can I move when you are at it?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Of course you can! You may move as you please, I’m not using you as a portrait anyway, I only need to grasp the feel of it.”

Mu Yichen briefly nodded as he picked up an economy magazine and started reading as he remained seated.

Luo Chenxi sat back onto the sofa as she picked up her canvas and started drawing.

In the past few days, she could not get any inspiration no matter how hard she racked through her brain. Now, the inspiration she needed instantly popped out of her mind.

The tip of the pen landed on the canvas and started making rustling noises as Luo Chenxi swiftly drew with it.

Mu Yichen stole glances at the woman from time to time.

There was once where he locked eyes with Luo Chenxi as he raised his head to look at her. From that point onward, he stopped looking around entirely and focused on reading the magazine in his hands.

Luo Chenxi finished three drawings in a jiffy.

She let out a long breath as she put down her pen.

Just as she wanted to get up and leave, she felt something was off as she looked at her designs again.

These three drawings had a completely different style when compared to the two designs she had previously finalized.

Last time, the designs revolved around a casual, homey style, but this time, the designs were of noble style filled with vibes of a wealthy young master.

It was simply impossible for these designs to be put together as a series.

Luo Chenxi lifted her gaze to look at Mu Yichen and found the reason for it.

That was surely because of the Mu Yichen that was reading a magazine in his hands today. It was a stark contrast to the Mu Yichen who was giving off a homey vibe when he cooked noodles back then, thus giving her a different inspiration.

However, it was already rare enough for Young Master Mu to be sitting there for so long just so she could draw, so she dared not ask of him to do anything more… like cooking noodles…

What should she do?

Luo Chenxi bit on the cover of her pen, she frowned and went deep in thoughts as she gradually felt her eyes getting heavy.

She had a little alcohol today. Although the effects were not as clear as they were on Fang Ziqian, it did affect her to a certain degree.

‘Moreover, it’s so quiet in here, so warm, and… so safe…’

On the other hand, Mu Yichen had been holding back from looking at Luo Chenxi. He felt like the rustling noises from the pen drawing on the papers had stopped for a long time, and there had not been any activity since then.

He turned his head with a puzzled look and found out that Luo Chenxi fell asleep with her body lying slanted on the sofa.

Her fair face had a faint blush on it while her thin lips parted slightly as she breathed. There were also a few strands of hair messily scattered around her forehead.

Mu Yichen walked to the side of the woman with light steps.

He said in an extremely annoyed tone, “How dumb of you to sleep like that, don’t you know that you’ll be getting a stiff neck when you wake up? You may not even be able to lift your neck tomorrow.”

As he finished, his long fingers lightly brushed across her cheeks and slid along the graceful curve on her chin. Eventually, his fingers reached her lips as he lightly pressed on them.

There was a faint swell on them.

That was a mark made from him biting on the woman’s lips earlier when he thought she cheated on him.