Chapter 64: White Pear's Murmurings

Chapter 64: Bai Li's Ramblings

After taking a clear look at what she had written, Bai Li's face instantly flushed, and her heart began to race.

She felt she had been far too bold, daring to leave behind such obvious evidence that would be discovered at a single glance. Yet, the thought of destroying the drawing filled her with an inexplicable reluctance.

It was simply drawn too well, the lines handled with exquisite harmony.

Left with no other choice, she could only harbor a sliver of wishful thinking as she rolled the drawing into a paper cylinder, sealing it tightly with the prettiest sticker she could find.

The night was frighteningly quiet, the late breeze rustling the treetops outside the residential complex endlessly.

Having finished this, Bai Li's eyes curved into crescent moons. Just as she wanted to take advantage of her good momentum to draw another scene of Fang Ye carrying her on his back—wishing to record every single detail of their time together recently—her phone suddenly vibrated.

At this hour.

Who could possibly be calling her?

Panicking slightly, Bai Li hurried over to grab her phone. Unlocking the screen, she saw it was a video call from Fang Ye.

Still holding the paper cylinder in one hand, she froze for a second. With the urgent ringing pressing her for an answer, she had no time to put it back and hurriedly tapped the accept button.

Fang Ye's enchanting face appeared right in the center of the screen.

He was sitting in a rather dimly lit space, wearing a thin black hoodie. Judging by the surroundings, it appeared to be a tea room. He held a cup of crystal-clear tea in one hand, while his other hand cupped his chin, his gaze fixed straight ahead at the screen.

"Bai Li, what are you doing?"

His deep, melodious voice came through the base of the phone.

Having been separated for more than ten days, hearing his voice once again—

Bai Li raised her eyes to meet his.

Uniquely, her line of sight was level with his.

Having just spent so much time meticulously sketching his figure, suddenly seeing his face so clearly right before her eyes made Bai Li a little nervous. She placed the phone down on the table before finally answering.

"I was drawing."

Fang Ye took a leisurely sip of tea, his gaze dropping to the paper cylinder in her hands, and asked with lingering interest, "What did you draw? Can I see it?"

"..."

Can she see it? Absolutely not!

Bai Li answered the question silently in her heart. Her gaze drifted away for a brief moment, and her clever little mind searched frantically for a long time, only managing to come up with one way to change the subject.

Catching the faint scent of jasmine in the air.

She squatted eagerly in front of the phone, sporting an incomparably sincere smile, attempting to bluff her way through with earnest eyes.

"Brother, are you not busy today?"

"..."

Fang Ye raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his smiling, gentle eyes. After holding back for a long time, as if finally unable to contain it, he chuckled softly, his tone slow and hesitant. "Sorry, that transition was rather abrupt. It's quite hard for me to pretend I don't realize you don't want to show me."

Bai Li: "..."

She knew it was rather abrupt, but it was the only way out.

Especially after being called out by Fang Ye, she had no idea how to respond.

Therefore, she could only bite the bullet and ask again, "Then... are you done with your work?"

The corners of Fang Ye's mouth curved upward as he finally dropped the subject and nodded. "Mm, things were lighter today."

"Oh." Bai Li breathed a sigh of relief, her smile growing even sweeter. She didn't ask what Fang Ye was doing or why he had been so busy; those were not things for her to worry about.

Her guilty, secret-hiding demeanor was far too obvious.

Fang Ye found it thoroughly amusing.

Yet, he didn't have the heart to keep her on tenterhooks indefinitely, so he simply turned the conversation to her daily life.

Bai Li obediently began counting on her fingers, recounting all sorts of interesting things to Fang Ye.

Like running into a puppy with a heart-shaped patch of fur on its back, or how her boss won five hundred yuan on a scratch-off lottery ticket and treated everyone to milk tea.

Although Fang Ye was occupied with his own affairs, he genuinely seemed to be listening to her rambling, occasionally offering a response.

(End of this chapter)