Seeing the painting, and then looking at Yang Qingyin with her cheeks slightly flushed, Luo Ziling pointed at the person in the painting and laughed, "This is you, right? Quite similar. But the man doesn't look like me, not at all. You made me look ugly. I should be more dashing and handsome than this fellow."
"I didn't draw you in the first place!" Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes at Luo Ziling. "I wouldn't want to put your hideous face in it!"
"Am I ugly?" Luo Ziling pointed to his own face, looking seriously at Yang Qingyin. "Take a good look. When I looked in the mirror before leaving the house today, I realized I was dressed too handsomely. I must have put a lot of pressure on the men on the street, and let those women feast their eyes."
Then he immediately asked Ye Xiaoli, "Xiaoli, do you think I'm handsome? Don't succumb to Qingyin's threats; tell the truth."
Luo Ziling's words made both Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli, who was standing aside like a third wheel, burst out laughing.
