Creamy followed Tinge home. Mrs. Williams was taking a nap. They even spoke softly, sitting on the balcony sofa on the second floor. Creamyleaned against him and watched the movies on the iPad with headphones. Tinge was dealing with work through his phone and the laptop on the side. Everything was quiet and warm.
Their life slowly transformed from the initial passion to the most calm one. Without ups and downs, their love became more delicate and soft.Creamy liked these days best. Halfway through the movie, Creamy took off her headphones. She placed a drawing board beside the balcony,tookpigments as well as a chair and casually painted the scenery in front of her on paper with her legs crossing.
Tinge gazed at her fixedly. From the first stroke of the painting, itseemed that she was randomly doodling. However, an inadvertent embellishment graduallydrew out another moving picture. With great skill, she drew down the scenery at the entrance of his house.
She impressed him again. It was not easy for a person to do something to the extreme.
Creamy finished her drawing and tilted her head to look at it. She felt unsatisfied and crushed the paper into a ball. She casually threw it in the trash can beside her and spread another piece of paper to continue her drawing.
Tinge,"..."
She had already painted it so beautifully, butwhy she justthrew it away?
Throwing it in such a careless way?
Creamy concentrated on the drawing board, but she did not notice that the man behind her was quietly admiring her, with his fingers on his chin. When she finished drawing the second painting, she tilted her head to look again. He suddenly walked over and took the painting from her hand.
Creamy was stunned for a moment. She raised her eyes to look at him. He seriously appreciated the painting and then returned it to her. "It's really good. I want to frame it and hang it in my room."
"I don't think so. I can draw better." Creamywas very harshon herself. If she didn't draw something that satisfied her, she could lock herself up at home for three days and nights.
"Creamy, you're too demanding. In our eyes, who know nothing about art, thisis very good." Tinge gently pinched her face and replied with a smile.
"By the way, I want to hold an exhibition of paintings when we return. Will you also come and take a look?" Creamy said softly.
"Of course I will." Tinge said without any doubt.
Hearing that, Creamy puckled in a smile. She lowered her head and said, "What if I don't invite you? Are you coming too?"
"Why didn't you invite me?" Tinge's heart tightened and he immediately looked at her nervously, "You don't even invite your boyfriend? I don't think you want to do a good job with this exhibition."
Creamy was just teasing him. She didn't expect him to take it seriously. She squatted down angrily. They looked straightat each other, and there werehurt feelings in his eyes.
Creamy could only kiss him, but he turned his face away. She clearly wanted to kiss his thin lips, but in the end, she could only kiss his face. She was stunned for a moment.
"Don't make such jokesanymore. I will be afraid." Seeing that she was stunned, Tinge immediately stood up and hugged her into his embrace. Creamy's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment. She was just joking. Why was he afraid?
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