TSFLIP Chapter 1041

Faced with Xianmo’s sudden request, Fengguang paused for a second. “You… want to draw me?”

“Mm.” He nodded seriously. “I can draw you based on your description.”

That level of skill… wasn’t that something usually only forensic artists could do?

Fengguang couldn’t quite figure out why he had this idea, but she wasn’t about to refuse him. “Alright then, let’s give it a try.”

Xianmo brought out paper, ink, brushes, and an inkstone. Each time he asked her a question, he would add another stroke to the drawing. But more often than not, her descriptions weren’t precise enough, so he had to start over on a new sheet—again and again—until it looked right.

For just the eyes alone, he redrew them over twenty times, going through more than twenty sheets of paper.

Xianmo seemed to have no intention of sleeping. He kept her there drawing all night, and it wasn’t until dawn was breaking that Fengguang looked at the portrait on the paper—clearly far prettier than she actually was—and fell silent.

Somehow… she had polished her own appearance a bit too much.

“Alright, no need to change it. That’s me,” she said shamelessly. Honestly, she didn’t feel that embarrassed—first, because he couldn’t actually see her, and second, because who in modern times posts a photo without editing it a little?

This… counted as editing, right?

She muttered to herself that if it weren’t for the fact that he’d been drawing nonstop all night and she was worried about his health, she wouldn’t have had the nerve to say that.

“So this is what Fengguang looks like?” Xianmo gazed at the still-drying portrait, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. There was a quiet sense of satisfaction in his faint smile.

Fengguang’s eyes darted away—thankfully, he couldn’t see her. “Yeah… that’s me.”

“I’ll treasure it.”

That only made her feel more guilty.

Xianmo stood up and opened the door. “Lu Youde.”

The attendant, who had been waiting nearby, hurried over. “Your servant is here. What are your orders, Your Highness?”

“Prepare the room next to mine.”

“…Your Highness wants to change rooms?”

“You don’t need to ask so many questions. Just make sure that the room is cleaned every day.”

“Yes, I’ll see to it right away.” Lu Youde didn’t dare ask further. He quickly called over a few palace maids to clean the empty room.

Fengguang asked, “Why are you suddenly having them prepare another room?”

“Fengguang.”

“Hmm?”

Xianmo brought his fist lightly to his lips and coughed once before saying, “Men and women should keep their distance. I don’t think we should stay in the same room anymore.”

“…You’re right.” Fengguang felt like biting a handkerchief. The child she had watched grow up—the one who used to say he felt uneasy if he couldn’t hear her voice—had now grown up.

Her emotions were… complicated. It felt a bit like raising a son, only for him to grow up, get married, and move out.

But he wasn’t her son.

So why was she feeling sentimental?

Fengguang quickly composed herself. “Actually, you don’t need to prepare a room for me. I don’t need to sleep, and no one else can see me. Doing this will just seem strange.”

“It’s fine.” He lowered his gaze and said softly, “I’ll find a way to give you a physical body. That room won’t be unnecessary.”

After all, she had said that once a man and a woman were married, they would share a room.

So before marriage… of course, they should sleep separately.