"Alright! We're done for today!" As soon as Mu Xiangwan exclaimed, Su Chaoyang, who had been sitting stiffly for three hours, was finally relieved.
Throwing on his robe, he tied its waistband while making his way to her. Mu Xiangwan was still sitting in front of the easel, tweaking some details. He sneaked up from behind and kissed her cheek. She struggled faintly and playfully pushed him off, "Stop messing around... I'm not finished yet."
Su Chaoyang held onto her, not allowing her to get up. Bending down, he rested his chin on the side of her neck, inhaling her fragrance. His blood began to boil.
"Even though I don't understand art, I can tell that you've improved a lot." After quietly admiring the nude male image on the canvas for a while, Su Chaoyang gave his sincere compliments.
Mu Xiangwan's eyes lit up, "Really?"
