The late autumn rain slanted across the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lin Zhixia huddled in the corner of the studio, her eyes following the cobalt blue blooming on Cheng Yanqiu's palette. The rose-colored nail polish tapped lightly on the porcelain plate, and the wind brought up by the stepmother when she turned around carried the faint scent of bitter orange: "Always staring at me, when will the homework be completed?" The ending sound was a bit lazy and angry, but it quietly melted in the blush on the tip of the girl's ears.
The paintbrush suddenly hovered in the air. When Cheng Yanqiu looked back, there was cunning hidden in the smile lines at the corner of his eyes. His fingertips stained with paint tapped the girl's hot cheek: "Have you seen enough?" The silk nightgown fell off the shoulders with the movement, the moonlight diffused through the looming collarbone, and the pearl hairpins shaking at the ends of the hair tickled people's hearts. Lin Zhixia hurriedly lowered her head to cover up the red tips of her ears. The pencil spread out a mess of lines on the sketchbook, but she heard the rustle of cloth coming from behind - the man stepped on the wool carpet with his bare feet, and his breath with body temperature suddenly passed by his ears: "If you lose your focus again, you will be punished by the teacher to draw a hundred sketches of the human body."
——————The statement is a later revision.
Intention: No