Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

The fiery clouds burned fiercely in the sky, and the huge floor-to-ceiling window was like a glowing picture frame that framed the two people. The hazy glow gave them a golden edge.

The two people were standing on the left and the right, their clothes were dark and light respectively, with a short distance between them. The sunset glow stretched the shadows of the two people very long, extending all the way to the depths of the studio.

Perhaps people who are into art have a pair of extremely beautiful hands. The light purple ribbon hanging on Qiao Yu's fingers is as beautiful as a painting.

"Tie a pretty bow on the curtains, okay?"

Qiao Yu's words were light and gentle, like the wind in March, and also like the sunset at this moment. In short, they were something that Gu Ling could not refuse.

She raised her hand and grabbed one end of the ribbon. The two extremely long shadows stretched by the sunset glow intersected. The ribbon swayed slightly in the air, and someone's heart was also swaying gently.

Gu Ling exerted a little force, but the other party did not let go. She looked at Qiao Yu in confusion, and Qiao Yu's breath was held.

Gu Ling's long hair was casually spread out, with slightly curled ends, and the hair on the sides of her face outlined a messy beauty on her face.

His eyes, which were usually calm, contained a hint of doubt. The rosy glow and him were all hidden in Gu Ling's eyes, as if you are in me and I am in you.

Qiao Yu subconsciously tightened his fingers holding the ribbon, then loosened his grip as if awakened: "Two ribbons, you go over there, I'll go over here."

After that, he habitually added: "Is it okay?"

The pair of eyes filled with the rays of light and human figures lowered slightly, and her slender and thin fingers moved slightly, grabbing only a ribbon. This time, she only used slight force to pull the ribbon out of Qiao Yu's hand.

The ribbon was pulled away little by little by another person, gently sliding across Qiao Yu's fingers. The two shadows on the ground separated again as the ribbon was handed over.

Qiao Yu clenched and unclenched his hands. He paused for two seconds before turning to the other side to tie the ribbon to the curtain.

It doesn’t really matter whether the curtains are tied or not, the ribbons are just simple decorations.

Painters always have many wild ideas. Their paintings are placed in square frames, but their thoughts are not bound, so the paintings they draw have unique agility.

Therefore, the hem of the bow tied by Qiao Yu is one long and one short, and the "butterfly wings" are one big and one small, which is really random and forms a sharp contrast with the neat and symmetrical bow tied by Gu Ling on the other side.

Gu Ling walked towards Qiao Yu, who smiled and said, "Are you done?"

Gu Ling stopped one step away from Qiao Yu. She raised her hand and slowly approached Qiao Yu. Qiao Yu's heart sped up uncontrollably.

He froze in place as if he was under a spell. Gu Ling's pale and slender fingers magnified before his eyes. The slender wrist bones were beautiful yet fragile.

He held his breath nervously. Gu Ling's hand passed through his side. A very slight air flow floated, and Qiao Yu smelled the faint scent of shower gel and shampoo.

Gu Ling untied the crooked bow, and his fingers nimbly moved between the ribbons, and soon he tied a neat bow.

Her tense little face relaxed slightly and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, that’s good. The bow just now almost drove me crazy with my obsessive compulsive disorder.

Qiao Yu took in the changes in Gu Ling's expression and felt that he understood the young lady a little better.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and the butler looked at the two people who were only one step away from each other, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He quickly put away his strange expression and said, "Miss, today's class is over."

Gu Ling's eyes fell on the clock on the wall. Time passed a little too quickly today.

"Miss." Gu Ling set his sights on Qiao Yu, and Qiao Yu continued, "I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow."

Gu Ling took a step back, as if to make way for him to leave the studio.

Qiao Yu laughed, and when he followed the butler to the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "I won't be late again tomorrow, and the gift will definitely be delivered on time."

Qiao Yu repeated again: "Miss, see you tomorrow."

Gu Ling looked into Qiao Yu's eyes and didn't speak for a long time. Just when the housekeeper was about to urge Qiao Yu to leave, they heard Gu Ling say, "Okay."

When the butler heard this, he reassessed Qiao Yu in his heart, and his superficial respect became real: "Mr. Qiao, I will see you out."

Qiao Yu nodded: "It's troublesome."

The Gu family's villa is far away from the downtown area. When Qiao Yu left, the Gu family specially sent a special car to take him home.

He sat in the car, and the luxurious villa slowly turned into a black dot and disappeared. Only then did Qiao Yu withdrew his gaze from the car window.

He looked down at his hands, stroking them gently with his fingers, and his lips, which seemed to be naturally smiling, curved into a slight arc.

See you tomorrow, my lady.

……

The next day, after lunch, Gu Ling entered the studio.

She walked around the studio, walked over and opened the curtains to let the sunlight into the room.

She skillfully tied the ribbon into a neat and beautiful bow and caught a glimpse of the strawberry sofa beside her.

The red strawberry sofa looks cute and seems to be very soft.

Gu Ling glanced at the clock. There were still fifty minutes until one o'clock in the afternoon, just enough time for her to take a nap.

She walked over and sat down on the strawberry sofa. The sofa was very soft and most of her body was sunken in it. She put her hands on her lower abdomen and slowly closed her eyes.

At twelve forty-five, Qiao Yu came to the studio with a painting that was over one meter long.

Qiao Yu had already been told about Gu Ling's daily routine. He knew that Gu Ling should have just gotten up in the room, so he pushed the door open and entered the studio.

When he saw the scene inside, he couldn't help but slow down his movements.

Gu Ling was sleeping on the strawberry sofa. The sunlight fell lazily on her and she frowned slightly.

Qiao Yu carefully put the painting down, walked lightly to Gu Ling's side, and used his body to shield the sunlight from her head.

When Qiao Yu saw her sleeping posture, he thought: The young lady also looks very well-behaved when she sleeps.

Years of regular routine have allowed Gu Ling to develop a very punctual biological clock. She opened her eyes almost as soon as Qiao Yu stood still.

"Good afternoon, Miss."

Qiao Yu spoke in a low voice. He was afraid that a sudden loud noise would scare Gu Ling. He was also afraid that Gu Ling would be frightened when he woke up and saw someone next to him, so he spoke in a very soft voice.

Gu Ling's thoughts gradually came back to her mind. Her voice, which had just woken up, sounded a little hoarse. The lazy and languid feeling dispelled the coldness on her body: "Good afternoon."

Qiao Yu walked to the side and poured a cup of warm water. He measured the temperature of the cup with his fingers, then turned around and prepared to hand it to Gu Ling.

At this time, Gu Ling had already left the Strawberry Sofa and stood far away from the sofa, staring at a blank drawing board, as if he wanted to stare a flower out of it.

Qiao Yu understood and decided to protect the young lady from being embarrassed. He said nothing, not even mentioning taking a nap, and handed the cup of water to Gu Ling.

Gu Ling drank the water and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, just give me the cup."

Qiao Yu had already extended his hand, so Gu Ling did not refuse.

Gu Ling was relieved that Qiao Yu did not mention the strawberry sofa. She remembered the gift Qiao Yu wanted to give her, and looked around the studio and found a painting that was not there before.

The painting is covered with white cloth, and the content inside cannot be seen.

Qiao Yu did not keep anyone in suspense. He took off the white cloth, and a stunning painting appeared before his eyes.

The ancient town with black tiles and white walls is shrouded in the orange dusk. The flowing water under the arch bridge reflects the sunset glow in the sky. The water and sky are the same color, which is perfectly natural.

Qiao Yu saw the amazement in Gu Ling's eyes and breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you like it?"

Gu Ling nodded, pointed at the painting, then at himself, and asked, "Can I draw a picture like this?"

Gu Ling, who had only studied for one day, already wanted to challenge a higher level of difficulty. Qiao Yu did not discourage her enthusiasm and gave her a positive answer.

"Do I need to be on site to draw a picture like this? When will I be able to reach this level?"

Qiao Yu pondered over Gu Ling's words and felt that the point was not painting, but being there in person.

"If you learn fast enough, I can take you to sketch in Donghu Park later." Qiao Yu added, "The cherry blossoms in Donghu Park are in bloom, and they are beautiful."

Gu Ling took a pencil and asked seriously, "What are we going to learn today?"

She saw the draft paper she had left over from practicing lines yesterday and said, "I'm very smart and I learn things very quickly. Can you teach me more?"

Who would brag about being smart so casually?

The smile on Qiao Yu's face deepened, and every word he said was full of smiles: "I know, Miss is very smart."