"You just need to sit down. I'll help you paint a picture. I'm sure you'll like it," Yun Chujiu said with a smile.
"Paint a picture? With your dog-like handwriting, you want to paint?" Di Beiming raised his eyebrows. It was obvious that he did not have confidence in Yun Chujiu.
"Pfft! That's because the brush is too soft. I'm not used to it. Just watch!" Yun Chujiu did not say anything and started getting busy.
An Feng helped Yun Chujiu burn a few charcoal sticks. Then, she made a simple easel and started to draw.
Di Beiming did not have much hope at all. He took out a rattan chair from his storage ring and sat on it. He got impatient and took out a book to read.
Yun Chujiu swallowed her saliva as she drew. Tsk tsk! She did not usually pay much attention to his details. Looking at him then, he looked delicious!
Two hours later, Yun Chujiu said proudly, "Success! Prince Charming, take a look. How is my drawing?"
