Chapter 612

The bedroom regained its harmonious and quiet atmosphere. The handsome Elliot, wrapped in a plush, dark gray robe, sat at Sheena's makeup table. The table was illuminated by a desk lamp, with Sheena's phone displaying her WhatsApp QR code. Holding a ballpoint pen, Elliot enlarged the QR code on her screen, diligently copying it onto a piece of paper. A limited-edition toner that he had given Sheena was placed on his head with its cap unscrewed. The toner was almost full to the brim, but Elliot, with exceptional composure, did not spill a drop. Sheena leaned against the bedhead, silently observing him. She could not bring herself to hit him, nor could she bear to see his knees hurt from kneeling on the washboard. Hence, she simply found a way that was both amusing and consuming, a way to drain his excess energy. "Take your time with the drawing. Make sure not to spill my toner. It's precious. You'll have to draw an extra sheet for each drop you spill," Sheena remark