Chapter 52 The Frigidity

Xia Mo cooked a bowl of noodles in the kitchen with a wry smile on her face. She didn’t know whether they wanted to join hands to attack her or their babies were actually ill. She stayed in the apartment in the morning, going nowhere. She washed everything that needed to be cleansed and collated the notes from the college. When it was almost noon, she set up the easel before the French window and started painting with the simple skills she had just learned.