The next day.

Qin Hao called Bai Xianchu into the study.

"Brother Hao, you won't let me release my pigeon again this time like yesterday, right?"

I learned the saying of putting pigeons from Qin Hao.

Qin Hao smiled and said, "I, Qin Hao, never let go of girls' pigeons, especially pigeons like my little white, such beautiful girls."

Bai Xianchu felt sweet when she heard him praise him for being beautiful.

"Brother Hao, I'll grind the ink for you."

As she said, her little hands also began to move.

Qin Hao was mixing pigments on the side.

After a while, Bai Xianchu stood by the window in a position that he thought was very beautiful.

The sun shone through the window paper on Bai Xianchu, adding some charm to her.

Qin Hao waved the brush in his hand, and after an hour, a painting was completed.

Bai Xianchu could not wait to see the portrait Qin Hao painted for himself.

Looking at the girl with a bookish temperament in the painting, she frowned slightly.

"Brother Hao, why do I feel that this painting doesn't seem to have the special feeling of Sister Mu and Sister Fairy."

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm planning to draw a few more paintings for you."

As he spoke, he leaned into Bai Xianchu's ear and whispered a few times.
Chapter completed!