Dou Dou tiptoed, clinging to the edge of the table, and grabbed the gleaming white brush with her hand.
The handle felt cool in her hand, like holding a piece of warm jade, heavy, while the soft bristles swept across her fingertips, all soft and fluffy.
But Dou Dou didn't care about that, she just thought this brush looked a thousand times better than any watercolor pen, and she kept rubbing the smooth handle, clicking her tongue: "Wow, this pen is so smooth, sparkly white, so pretty..."
She spun around twice holding the pen, her eyes darting around, wanting to find a piece of paper to draw her specialty, a little monkey.
But on the patio table, there was only Shen Siyuan's spread-out geomancy chart, and she dared not scribble on that since last time, Potato smacked her head for drawing randomly, and she remembered that grudge.
She was fretting when Tang Tang came out running with her little legs, her round eyes darting around.
