lin jue and the others shut their mouths and watched mo nan chong continue drawing.
they were shocked again. they did not expect mo nan chong to not only sing and dance well, but also draw well.
she was very serious with every stroke. she didn't use a paintbrush, just a lipstick, but that was enough.
little by little, the entire painting was presented.
it was not very nice to look at. it was as if a beautiful flower had bloomed on her doodled clothes. the flower was beautiful and enchanting, so vivid that it seemed to be able to be taken off from her clothes.
it was too stunning!
the three of them were so shocked that they couldn't say a word.
"you, you ... darling, you're also that good at drawing?"
"you can't be a painter, right?"
" oh my god, how did you do it? do you have the hands of a god? "
