Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 318 The Autistic Painter and the Muse 9
It was already noon when Xue Zhi got up the next day.

She opened her eyes abruptly, then sat up with a "crack".

When I came in yesterday, there seemed to be a clock in this room.

Xue Zhi turned around abruptly, and the hour hand of the clock behind him just turned up.

It's one o'clock! ?
She almost jumped off the bed with her hair disheveled.

When Xue Zhi hurriedly got his hair cut and went downstairs, the boy was sitting on the ladder below and drawing with paints.

"Get up." Without turning his head, he held the paintbrush and palette and concentrated on looking at the murals on the wall, scribbling.

"...Well, I'm sorry, yesterday I..." Xue Zhi stood at the stairs looking at him, lowered his head slightly and whispered.

The boy held the paintbrush with a slender and fair hand. He lifted the paintbrush in one go, and said calmly, "There is food in the kitchen."

Xue Zhi stood there and tilted his head to look at him, then lowered his eyes and said softly, "Thank you..."

Holding the paintbrush, the young man drew another stroke. He looked up at the colorful wall with a clear and pleasant voice, "I usually paint portraits in the afternoon, and you can do it when you get up in the afternoon."

Xue Zhi froze, she turned her head to look at him stiffly, "...Actually, I don't wake up so late every day."

The corners of the lips of the young man with his back to Xue Zhi curled up slightly, the smile on his face was fleeting, he lowered his eyes, dipped some paint on the palette with a brush, then nodded slightly, his voice was normal, " Ok."

Xue Zhi: "..."

Xue Zhi didn't know if he believed it, but it was obviously useless to explain at this time.

She pursed her lips, glanced at him, then turned and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was clear and cold, without any smoke.

Xue Zhi stepped forward and raised his hand to open the lid of the pot to take a look.

Huh.

The manual inside has not been thrown away yet.

Does he usually not eat?
Did you grow up with Lushui?
When Xue Zhi was holding the lid of the pot and thinking about life, she turned her head and glanced at it casually. There was a crisper on the table at the other side of the kitchen, and there were several sandwiches neatly placed inside, with sticky notes on it.

Xue Zhi put down the things in his hands, and slowly stepped forward to tear off the note.

The font on the sticky note is random:
There is milk in the fridge.

Holding the sticky note, Xue Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly. She opened the refrigerator, and it was filled to the brim with milk and purified water.

She couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth, pasted the sticky note on the refrigerator, and took out a carton of milk.

This kitchen is very big, and there is a dining table inside. Xue Zhi sat in it and finished eating before going out.

When she went out, the boy had already come down, he was leaning by the window and talking on the phone with someone.

Xue Zhi didn't intend to listen to his phone call at first, but when she turned around and was about to go upstairs, she heard a familiar name.

Lin Hui.

Her stepsister Lin Hui.

The beautiful boy sitting over there was calling Lin Hui's name.

Xue Zhi's heart tightened, and he turned around abruptly.

The man was leaning against the window, his arms were stained with blue-green paint, he was holding the phone and looking outside casually, the light from outside came through, making his silhouette exquisite and beautiful.

"Lin Hui..."

He slightly changed his comfortable posture, but the brows were still wrinkled.

"Lin Hui..."

He murmured softly again.

Xue Zhi couldn't understand the meaning of that tone, but his eyebrows twitched.

Stop it.

Her step-sister also learned to paint, so it's not because of her step-sister that he ran so far to the east of the city to paint in the middle of the night.

That would be bloody.

(End of this chapter)