Zhi'er had half her face covered by a veil.
Fang Wushen looked at her from the side, and could only see her fluttering long lashes, black and curly.
The little one was fully concentrated.
Incredibly adorable.
In just a short while, a tiger with clouds under its four paws leaped onto the paper.
However, it was still missing a pair of eyes.
Fang Wushen thought it was his turn.
Unexpectedly, Zhi'er dipped her brush in ink again, going to draw the veins and muscle lines that protruded with effort on the tiger's paws.
Seeing this, Fang Wushen couldn't help but feel puzzled.
It seemed as if this little one had seen a tiger in person.
Otherwise, those details couldn't be entirely imagined.
"Brother? Brother!" Zhi'er called softly, "What are you spacing out for!"
Only then did Fang Wushen realize that he had zoned out.
He hurriedly sat up straight, "Sorry, I was just thinking about how to draw the tiger's eyes, is it my turn now?"
