Chiang Baohe couldn't help but swallow his saliva and walked towards her.
When he arrived at the woman's side, he could even smell a faint scent unique to women.
His blood rushed towards a certain place, and he couldn't help but reach out his hand to touch the woman's arm.
Just then, behind him, Chiang Xiao suddenly appeared, holding the small stool she used to sit on while painting in her Space, and slammed it down on the back of his head with a fierce blow.
With a thud, Chiang Baohe didn't even have a chance to utter a sound before he collapsed unconscious.
Chiang Xiao looked at the corner of the wall, her heart pounding.
She had just thought of Liu Caiyun while waiting for Chiang Baohe and, absentmindedly, to pass the time, had used the Magic Brush to draw this woman. Just as she saw Chiang Baohe stumble out, drunk, she had the whimsical idea to test if there was anything magical about the drawing, so she smeared it onto the wall.
