"Yisheng, here's a chance for revenge," offered Ye Jiuliang, handing the brush to Jiang Yisheng with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Don't be shy, draw a turtle on each of their faces."
Jiang Yisheng looked down at the brush she forced into his hand, his eyes shining brightly.
Draw a turtle?
He liked this idea.
He turned his face, and Feng Yi, seeing the brush in his hand, pleaded without dignity, "Asheng, we're brothers, have mercy."
Jiang Yisheng cracked a smile, his clear, gentle smile sending shivers down Ji Mingqian's spine.
"Don't worry, I'll draw you a nice-looking turtle."
That comment made things worse for both Feng Yi and Ji Mingqian.
Sooner or later they couldn't escape it, Feng Yi closed his eyes, "Just get it over with."
Jiang Yisheng took up the brush and swept it across the inkstone, the light fragrance of the ink filling the air.
His drawing skills were quite decent, and in just a few strokes, a lifelike turtle was outlined on Feng Yi's face.
"Hahaha."
