"Don't, hubby. I love you too much. That's why I drew all that." Fang Xiaonuan wanted to snatch her husband's phone away.
Ji Lingchen raised his arm high, and Fang Xiaonuan dodged.
She immediately changed her tactic and held her husband's face, looked at him affectionately, and took the initiative to kiss him. "Hubby, can I not go to art class? I know I'm wrong. I won't draw again."
Ji Lingchen was addicted to teaching his little wife a lesson. "You can stop going when you learn how to draw a portrait of me."
Fang Xiaonuan shook her head and leaned forward to kiss her husband a few more times. "Hubby, I was wrong."
"Kissing me is useless," Ji Lingchen replied.
"Should I offer myself?"
Ji Lingchen looked at his little wife in his arms. She usually did not keep her word. Ji Lingchen knew her too well, so he did not believe her.
"Why don't you give yourself up first, then?"
