“So, your makeup looks good.”
She grinned. Her smiling expression was like the old plum tree outside the window, with new blossoms on its branches.
An appearance at odds with the person.
Qi Chimu lowered his gaze, his breathing unsteady.
The aroma on her body constantly reminded him of the sensation of death.
It was too profound, yet he was particularly sensitive to it.
He said softly, “If biao mei wants me to draw a flower, I can draw one for you now.”
Bai Weiwei immediately sat upright, somewhat excited.
Women loved beauty, especially beauty that was different from others.
Qi Chimu was well aware of her moody temperament. For now, she would say it was pretty.
Later, she might get angry and have him die.
Qi Chimu brought out some pigments. They were all ground from plants, and they could also be used on the face.
He lowered his head, saying softly, “Alright, raise your head.”
Bai Weiwei obediently looked up. She stared at him.
Both eyes were filled with a shadow of him.
Qi Chimu couldn’t help but say, “Close your eyes.”
Bai Weiwei promptly closed her eyes.
Since when was his cousin so obedient?
When Bai Weiwei had her eyes closed, the expression on Qi Chimu’s face vanished, and his gaze grew gloomy.
Then, he skillfully drew a plum blossom between her brows.
She continued to keep her head turned up without opening her eyes, quiet and beautiful.
Qi Chimu watched blankly for a while before stepping back, saying, “It’s done.”
During the first part, Bai Weiwei looked this way and that in the mirror.
She said to the system, “I feel like the world’s number one beauty.”
System: “Wake up, see that -45 favorability? There are a few tens of dogs standing behind us, you know.”
Bai Weiwei: “This flower was born for me.”
The system clutched its head in despair. “Dog dog dog…”
Bai Weiwei turned her head to speak to Qi Chimu. “Looks good?”
This was being finished with her narcissism and moving on to forcing others to praise her.
Qi Chimu replied calmly, “Pretty.”
There wasn’t an ounce of sincerity.
Sure enough, Bai Weiwei snorted before barely managing to put on a friendly expression.
“Then I’ll be leaving, biao ge.”
Saying this, she left just like that, her footsteps hurried, her figure from behind heartless.
Qi Chimu sat there indifferently. Then, he picked up the brush once again and began to transcribe.
After copying a few pages, he realized that his heart and thoughts were in turmoil.
Then, he placed down the brush and looked again at the letters she had scrawled on those few pages she had copied.
He picked up the page and looked. The ugly characters were… such an eyesore.
Qi Chimu pressed down his anger and placed the paper in the cabinet where he kept the book.
He sat there for a while and found that he still could not calm down.
When he was alone in the past, he hadn’t felt this way.
There was another person’s scent. He suddenly stood up and threw open the window.
The cold wind swept away the scent in the house.
Finally better.
Qi Chimu thought once again about what purpose Bai Weiwei had.
In the previous life, no such thing had happened.
After pondering for a while, he took out the letter paper again and tried to copy it a few times.
Finally, what appeared on the letter was the handwriting of the Bai family’s shu son Bai Zhiming, the youth who had wanted to feed him the tiger-wolf medicine several days ago.
He wanted Bai Zhiming to pay the price.
After Qi Chimu finished writing the letter, he used some means to send it to the concubine of the Li family in the east of the city.
Bai Zhiming and that concubine had been ambiguous for some time now. The Li family head was born a robber, and his behavior was cruel and terrifying.
But perhaps it was retribution that the house full of women could not give birth to a single son.
And that concubine, earlier in the year, had given birth to a son.
It made the Li family head overjoyed enough to entertain the entire city for three days.
But Qi Chimu knew–the child was Bai Zhiming’s.
