It was clear that the sudden choice filled Tan Ying's mind to the brim, making it hard for her to decide.
In her subconscious, she really wanted to reserve the right to choose.
However, a sense of urgency, for an inexplicable reason, quickly made her abandon that idea.
"Let's just draw a portrait."
In the end, she sighed, her tone filled with infinite regret.
Indeed, he was undoubtedly a healthy, fine young man.
Fu Qian, without any hesitation, praised this internally and cooperated by sitting down beside her.
After making her choice, Tan Ying felt a refreshing relief wash over her, with a certain indescribable trouble flying away, as if she had opened up the governor and conception vessels.
Of course, this was followed by a strong emotion known as regret.
"How about just going shirtless?"
In a moment of regret, she couldn't help but ask.
"No regrets."
Fu Qian shook his head and pointed at his body.
"You see, I've changed my clothes."
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