Wu Qian blushed and coyly ran off to do the sketching.
Ye Fei also seized the moment to prepare a plentiful dinner.
As the meal was served, Wu Qian walked over with the sketch in hand.
"Take a look, does it resemble the person you wanted me to draw?"
Wu Qian proudly approached Ye Fei, directly handing him a sheet of sketch paper.
Ye Fei took it and couldn't help frowning.
Wu Qian, who had been expecting praises, furrowed her brow upon seeing his expression.
"Hmph, even if it doesn't resemble him, it's your fault, not because my drawing is bad."
Only then did Ye Fei come to his senses and show a delighted smile.
"Oh, Qian Qian, you really are my good wife. Come let your husband give you a kiss."
Having said that, Ye Fei threw himself at Wu Qian, cradled her face, and planted a firm kiss on her lips.
Wu Qian immediately blushed shyly, feeling embarrassed.
