章 92: Not Others

After more than 20 minutes, Changqing was still in the bathroom drawing her brows and Song Chuyi walked in.

He was drenched in perspiration and every strand of his hair was glistening with sweat. His face was flushed and lips were an amorous colour.

Changqing looked at herself in the mirror and looked at Song Chuyi before putting her brow pencil down gloomily.

"Why did you stop?" Song Chuyi asked curiously.

"I don't feel like it anymore." Changqing was dejected. "No matter how much I draw, I won't be as pretty as you."

Her words made Song Chuyi's dark pupils contract.

At 8:30 am, both went downstairs together.

Song Chulang left for work, leaving only Song Huaisheng, Grandma Song and Dai Ai at home.

Changqing had just sat down at the breakfast table when Dai Ai looked at the watch on her wrist, saying with a smile, "The more I look at Changqing wearing this watch, the better it looks."