The night grew deeper.
The room was dark and quiet, lit only by the bathroom light that shone through the glass, providing just enough illumination to keep the room from plunging into complete darkness.
The air conditioner emitted a soft whir, and beyond that, there was no other noise. The two people on the bed quietly leaned against each other, indulging in the afterglow of the night.
"I want to paint it."
After a while, Qin Guanglin sighed and spoke.
He Fang, nestled in Qin Guanglin's arms, was rubbing her little foot against his leg when she suddenly heard this and quickly lifted her head.
"What?!"
Her volume increased by several degrees.
"To paint it."
"What is wrong with you?" He Fang exclaimed, grinding her teeth as she sat up and glared at him, "Paint a ghost!"
"…"
