Su Qianxun flashed an awkward smile. "Doesn't your scar look a lot more beautiful now?"
Long Sijue's gaze was fixed on her drawing. He only turned to look at her after a while. "Hm."
"I… I will rub it off for you immediately." Su Qianxun immediately reached out to rub off the ink, but after thinking about it for a moment, she decided to use some antiseptic solution to do it.
Long Sijue extended his long arm to grab her. He then rolled over and pinned her down. Su Qianxun immediately pushed him away with her hands and pouted glumly, "Old man Jue, bullying me like this all the time, don't you get bored?"
"No…" Long Sijue drew her legs apart in a domineering manner.
"Do you find me old?"
The man fixed his gaze on her eyes as he asked this question. He really wanted to know the answer, and he cared about her opinion on this very much.
Su Qianxun was rendered speechless. "This wasn't what I meant."
