A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 131 - 131 78 Your Confession_3

Chapter 131: Chapter 78 Your Confession_3 Chapter 131: Chapter 78 Your Confession_3 &”You’re just two centimeters short, brother won’t criticize you for that,”

She muttered under her breath, and who knows what she was cursing him with, Wen Yangzhi was close but still couldn’t hear clearly, guessing that the silly little Yuwan didn’t intend for him to hear, only wanting to curse her brother for her own amusement.

He didn’t mind, and carried her to the study.

He took out a toolbox, which upon opening revealed it was full of painting supplies.

Yun Yuwan was a bit surprised; he stood by the table unpacking paints, everything was brand new.

She also wanted to unwrap them, but he pressed her back into her seat, “Sit.”

Yun Yuwan could only watch him work, leaning over the desk, “Actually, just sharpening a 6B pencil for me would have been enough.”

He put down what he was holding, and actually obediently sharpened a 6B pencil for her.

To be able to boss Wen Yangzhi around, she felt inexplicably happy.

Shen Bai’s clean long fingers pressed down on the slender wooden pencil, his other hand’s thumb against the back of the small knife, steadily and forcefully whittling the circular wood into a point.

The pencil brand was quite hard, and she was a bit surprised that he could sharpen it so smoothly, like cutting a soft-skinned mango.

Yun Yuwan actually didn’t dare to use a small knife for sharpening, always relying on a pencil sharpener, because with a knife the force might not be even, or the wood could slip, and it was easy to hurt her hand.

The sexy veins on the back of his hand surfaced as he applied force, elegant yet strong, the pure wood shavings slid from his fingertips, like snowflakes, one thin wood chip after another fell onto the desk.

Wen Yangzhi’s long eyes were lowered, his eyelashes like a dense fan which on a girl would seem enchanting, but on his face, it added a bit of wickedness, Yun Xinhe’s eyes, somehow possessing a passionate look, his profile also sharp, lines as fluent as feathers.

Quiet and tranquil.

She found even watching him sharpen pencils pleasing to the eyes.

He finished sharpening the pencil. Without a word, he picked her up off the floor, sat down in the swivel chair himself, Yun Yuwan hadn’t reacted yet when he pulled her into his arms, right into his lap, wrapped around her, and whispered in her ear, “What do you want to draw?”

Yun Yuwan had no time to buffer, so she only retorted stubbornly, “…none of your business what I want to draw.”

She started to sketch in his embrace, without even a draft, no preliminary layout, a brushstroke completed the task, fluid as floating clouds and flowing water, sharp and decisive, Wen Yangzhi watched her every stroke with concentration.

Every stroke represented the gap between him and her; the pencil in her hand was like her thought process, whatever she was thinking, the pencil could replicate one-to-one.

Little sister had really learned well.

What he had once hoped she would achieve, she had far exceeded his expectations.

From the moment he learned she was studying art, even knowing she was Lou Wanyi’s daughter, he had some inexplicable, hidden hopes in his heart.

He felt she was a gift from heaven to him, and he harbored the thought to escort her covertly, to help her achieve the life she wanted to lead, able to watch her reach the pinnacle of this path.

It didn’t matter if she didn’t reach the pinnacle, as long as she followed her own heart in learning what she wanted to do, that was enough.

The expression gradually emerged under her sketching, from the eyebrows and eyes it became evident who she was drawing.

Bushy eyebrows and eyes, an upright and lean bone structure, the eyebrows over the bridge were growing vertically, not horizontally, with high brow bones making the eye sockets appear deep, the Fuxi Bone’s distinctive trait was the clear turning point of the frontal bone, giving the whole face a high degree of contour.

Wen Yangzhi’s long fingers pressed on the edge of the drawing, “Drawing me?”

She said sternly, “I’m drawing a duck.”

As she drew the mouth, she directly added the flat bill of a duck.

Wen Yangzhi wasn’t angry though, “Since when did you start liking me?”

Yun Yuwan muttered under her breath while drawing the duck’s beak, “After you came back for vacation, there was this one time you waited at home for me until midnight.”

Wen Yangzhi recalled the moment.

Back then, he really disliked Lou Wanyi’s daughter, but late at night, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl being outside was obviously dangerous.

He had people search everywhere, called her, but her phone was off due to no battery, out of responsibility, he kept waiting for the people who went to look for her to give some news.

Yun Yuwan continued to murmur, “I never thought you would be so concerned about me back then.”

The drawing under her hand was already taking shape, even with the addition of the duck mouth it was harmonious, as she had thickened the lower half of the face and extended the neck.

The estranged brother who would still wait for her into the wee hours of the night, the person she believed she had no chance to become close to, had in truth let her feel the warmth of a family member.

Wen Yangzhi hadn’t expected it was that early. His voice was very calm, “At that time, you’d been in the house for only three or four months.”

She made the final stroke, duck Wen Yangzhi complete. She put down the pencil, took Wen Yangzhi’s face in her hands and squeezed hard, “Right, falling in love with Wen Yangzhi was as simple as breathing.”