CHAPTER 165: CHAPTER 165: NOT SO ANNOYING (6)

Time flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

The sunlight scattered over the sea like fragments of gold, shimmering with countless strands of light.

The window was open, and a gentle breeze brought in a faint salty aroma, slightly refreshing, yet inexplicably warm.

Qiao Mo, having stayed in one position for too long, felt a bit tired.

Unconsciously, she glanced at the man in front of the desk. He was still engrossed in his work; even after most of the day had passed, his back remained straight, the soft light made him look exceptionally gentle.

Qiao Mo stretched lazily and stopped worrying about the cactus.

She put down the paintbrush, turned around, and ran out of the bedroom to prepare two servings of afternoon tea in the kitchen downstairs.

As she left, Fu Nancheng also paused his work.

Leaning slightly back against the chair, his left hand supported his right elbow, while his right hand gently propped up his chin, attentively studying the pale pink flowerpot and the particularly cute cactus within.

After more than ten minutes, he finally withdrew his gaze, and the coldness between his brows dissipated somewhat.

Noticing Qiao Mo hadn’t returned yet, he habitually frowned.

He got up intending to see what she was doing. Just as he reached the sofa, a breeze blew across, rustling the drawing papers on the easel, causing them to flutter noisily.

He gently secured the magnets on the easel, revealing a sketch of a men’s riding outfit.

He softly shifted his gaze away, intending to leave, but another gust blew, causing the pencil on the coffee table to roll onto the floor.

The blue pencil rolled a few times on the floor before stopping right by his foot.

His eyes landed on the pencil, somewhat lost, as images of her holding it constantly flooded his mind.

He bent down and gently picked it up, seemingly still able to feel the warmth she left behind.

As if guided by a strange impulse, Fu Nancheng walked to the desk with the pencil and softly pulled open a drawer, placing the pencil inside.

In the empty drawer, a single blue pencil lay quietly. He stared at it for a moment before pushing the drawer shut.

A few seconds later, the door was pushed open.

Qiao Mo entered, carrying a large tray with both hands, wobbling towards him, placing it on the table.

"Phew... afternoon tea."

The items landed steadily, and Qiao Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A cup of fruit tea, a croissant, two cookies, and a selection of fruits including a few strawberries, blueberries, and kiwis were artfully arranged on the white porcelain plate, looking especially exquisite and surprisingly appetizing.

He raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze calm.

Qiao Mo, feeling slightly uneasy, avoided his eyes and cleared her throat, "Um... take a break. You’re still injured."

Ever since she knew he continued working after she’d fallen asleep, Qiao Mo hadn’t stopped him from working during the day.

After all, she thought it was more meaningful for him to work than to watch those boring advertisements!

Seeing he still didn’t speak, Qiao Mo picked up her afternoon tea and turned to place it on the coffee table. After eating a bit, she felt more energetic. Yet, just as she planned to continue, she realized her pencil was missing.

Rising, she searched around the coffee table but couldn’t find any trace of the pencil.

How could it be gone...

She had clearly placed it on the coffee table just now!

After searching for a while, Qiao Mo frowned and knelt on the floor, pressing her head against the ground, checking under the sofa.

No results, Qiao Mo glanced at the man still focused on his work, unable to resist asking again, "Fu Nancheng... have you seen my pencil."