Lu Yang began to show off his skills.
His left and right hands battled each other in demonstration.
The brushes flew, none interfering with the other.
The thing was, just by looking at the lines he started with, you couldn't tell at all what he was actually painting.
Additionally, it was fast.
His speed reached an extreme, as if everything was already imprinted in Lu Yang's mind, without the need for thinking.
Pang Duoduo's eyes gleamed as she watched Lu Yang paint, her eyes full of little stars, her face's admiration completely undisguised.
Lin Qingmei initially was shocked by Lu Yang's way of painting.
Gradually, she found herself attracted by Lu Yang's focus.
A focused Lu Yang was simply too appealing.
He seemed to be radiating light from his entire being.
Furthermore, Lin Qingmei had matured, and she too had curiosity and longing for the opposite sex.
