Huo Yanxing instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist. She felt soft, yet he felt as if he had touched a burning coal; his palm grew hot instantly, and he nearly pushed her away.
"Someone is there," Lu Qingyuan signaled with her lips.
A bright idea struck her. She saw the eyebrow ink on the table and reached out to pick it up, handing it to him with a softened, delicate voice: "Since my husband is so skilled at painting, why not draw my brows for me?"
Chapter 28