"Are you comfortable?" he asked once he was satisfied, giving her a soft smile as he walked towards his canvas instead, moving his chair closer to it before sitting and looking for the pencil he would use to sketch her.

"I guess," he heard her reply and it was odd how vulnerable she suddenly sounded after days of glaring at Yixing. "How long will this take?"

"A few hours," he replied absentmindedly, frowning when he thought he had lost his favorite pencil only to sigh in relief when he finally fount it hidden behind a few sheets of paper.

"A few hours?!"