Chapter 3

Chapter 3

After returning to the Li Residence, Li Xinglan’s attitude changed.

But exactly how it had changed, I couldn’t really say.

When I took the initiative to go find Li Xinghe to build some rapport, he pushed up his thin-rimmed glasses, and there was a subtle restraint in his indifferent tone. “Don’t go provoking him for no reason. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

“Xinghe is into art, and he’s always been a little sensitive… no, he should be very sensitive.”

My response was an ambiguous smile. “It’s fine.

“Sensitivity is good. I like sensitive types.”

“………”

As evening approached, the sunset blazed magnificently. The half-sunken sun sank into the pink clouds, not glaring at all, like a salted egg yolk oozing oil.

Circling around the lawn to the small garden, I found Li Xinghe sitting in that spread of dusk, intently working color into the canvas.

I didn’t know what was so beautiful about that egg yolk, but he really had sat there for the entire afternoon, not even changing posture once. That pale wrist hovered over the canvas before him, carrying a sculptural kind of beauty.

I had to admit that unlike the refined scumbag Li Xinglan, he really did have that artsy vibe…

And he was very attractive.

Just as I was admiring the scene from afar, the person in the painting of dusk suddenly moved.

He set down the paintbrush, flexed his wrist, and turned to look at me from a distance. “Did you have something to say, big sis?”

“Huh?”

We were clearly more than twenty feet apart. I had no idea how he’d noticed me.

“No, I was just passing by.”

I coughed awkwardly. “But you’re pretty sharp… haha.”

He stood up, his white clothes billowing in the wind, expression calm and unconcerned. “It’s the smell.

“There’s a chemical scent in the wind.”

What he meant was-was the smell from my hair pungent?

With perm solution that cost five figures, shouldn’t the smell be pleasant?

Before I could fully parse the disdain in his tone, he was already standing in front of me. He bent his head to study me closely for a moment, then praised me earnestly. “Big sis is very pretty.”

“Really?”

I adjusted the fluffy curls over my chest, my smile turning a little strange. “But yesterday you said I wasn’t your type.”

“I thought you were my brother’s girlfriend.”

“It was just a failed blind date. That doesn’t make me his girlfriend.”

“……….I see.”

The boy before me lowered his eyes as if thinking about something. Then the corner of his lips curved up.

That teasing, dismissive smile on that young face had an elusive kind of beauty.

“Then, big sis, want to go for a drive with me?”