The brush in Yue Jiaojiao's hand drew a long line of ink on the back of his hand. She deliberately let out a long sigh and placed the brush aside. "Why don't you want me to?"
Zhao Zhan shouted a hundred rejections in his heart.
However, he stubbornly did not move. He only stared at the woman's face, feeling wronged and a little pitiful. "I'm not very happy."
Yue Jiaojiao's heart was filled with joy.
This guy usually liked to keep everything at the tip of his tongue. Today, she would make him learn to say it out when he was unhappy.
It was on him for not recognizing the person on the piece of paper!
"But…" Yue Jiaojiao tugged at Zhao Zhan's belt, her voice sweet and coy. "I'm already halfway through. I'll feel terrible if I don't finish."
She seemed to be even more aggrieved than Zhao Zhan. "Zhao Zhan, just let me finish. When I finish, you'll know how good I can draw, and how manly the person in the painting looks. To me. He's very handsome and bold."
"Oh."
