Ever since the day that she had walked out of the Huo’s mansion, Mother Gu had decided that she would never let her real daughter step foot inside the Gu’s front door again!

Thinking of that, Mother Gu’s hand started to tremble again.

If it was the Gu’s status, Gu Shishi would never had the opportunity to marry Young Master Huo. Now she just turned her back, not care about her real family, and thought of that man as her only family!

“Right now?”

A hint of surprise flashed past Huo Sishen’s handsome face, still holding the bowl of black sesame paste in his hand.

He turned and looked at the bright and sunny day outside.

Gu Shishi nodded.

Limpid and pitiful.

“Just a little bit.”

With her sleep aid halo, she was willing to be the boss’s pillow.

Gu Shishi was one for good looks and it mattered a lot to her. That had to do with her profession and her hobby.

There was nothing she could do about it.

It was her thing for many years. She was an expert at observing pretty things and recording them.

She needed to be moved easily by what was pretty so that her paintings could be filled with emotions.

Huo Sishen had her figured out long time ago.

He had kept that in mind ever since she had said that he was good looking and she wanted to draw him.

Gu Shishi placed her hand over her forehead and said, “I am thinking to myself, ‘My husband is so good looking. What could I do?’ You are like a nuclear weapon against creativity. Every time I close my eyes, I just can’t see anything or anyone else.”

All the good sceneries in the world, all the nice things in the world, all the blooms in the world.

And there was only one that she cared about.

Only one that she wanted…

For a creator, that was too narrow and limited.

Gu Shishi could feel herself going bald!