Without even thinking, Yang Chuxia said, "What's the point of looking at the paintings, just look at me!" She then imperiously took all the rice paper and held them tightly in her arms. With a smug look on her face, she stared at Ye Zi'an, "These are all mine now. I'm going to ask Uncle Dayong to help me frame them."
Ye Zi'an laughed at her antics, "You don't need to frame them now. After we get married, I'll dedicate a whole room to display these framed paintings."
Upon hearing him mention marriage, Yang Chuxia's face flushed for a rare moment.
But thinking that it wasn't her style to be bashful, she haughtily replied, "You little rascal, I see you know how to be romantic." Then she confidently carried the paintings back home.
Ye Zi'an just chuckled and followed her to her house, locking the door behind him.
