155 She Has Fainted

In the evening.

Qin Weimo had already finished three paintings.

Luo Qingzhou was grinding ink at the side. He watched seriously as she waved her hand. With just a few strokes, she outlined the character's scenery vividly. He could not help but praise her in his heart.

Second Young Miss Qin was indeed multi-talented.

After Qin Weimo finished applying the last stroke, she put down the brush and looked up at him with a smile. "Brother-in-law, are you secretly thinking, 'Second Young Miss is indeed multi-talented.'?"

Luo Qingzhou was rendered speechless.

"She can listen to others' thoughts too?" he wondered.

Qin Weimo covered her mouth and chuckled. Her eyes were curved like crescent moons, and her expression was charming.

Luo Qingzhou turned around and gently opened the window to take a look outside.

The snowstorm continued.

A chill assaulted him.