Mu Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly tried to change the topic.
"That ... That, that, right! You have to accept your loss! You have to promise me one thing!"
Yin Shaojie ignored her and continued, " you look like you're trying to seduce me, don't you? "
He was talking about the her in the painting.
"I didn't!" She failed to divert his attention, and he brought her back into the topic.
Yin Shaojie said, " it's clearly very similar. Tell me, what were you thinking when you drew this? "
Mu Xiaoxiao's face was a little hot. &Quot; I'm not thinking about anything. I'm just drawing casually. Stop looking at it. Give me back my notebook! &Quot;
She stretched out her small hand, trying to snatch the book away.
However, Yin Shaojie's hand was much longer than hers, and she couldn't reach it with one raise of his hand.
He said, " you tell me first. If you admit it, I'll return the book to you. &Quot;
"Give it back to me!" She jumped up.
