"Didn't you just say, 'This salmon looks so weird'? Can only you tease me, but I can't tease you?"
Yun Yuwan deliberately imitated him, even keeping her face stretched into that nonchalant expression.
Wen Yangzhi seemed to surrender, dropping his gaze and chuckling helplessly as he stroked her head, but he said, "Good baby, stop imitating."
With Wen Yangzhi, she chattered without any reservations, "Yeah, super good, but it's just being good—I learn from you, this god of death, super quickly."
He put down the scissors, as if her antics had completely distracted him from trimming the trees, lifted her up, and set her on the sofa at the foot of the bed.
Yun Yuwan sat on the sofa looking at him, thinking he would kiss her, only for him to send a message calling for the butler.
The butler knocked on the door and brought in two framed pictures and a toolbox.
Yun Yuwan was confused until she saw the paintings inside the two frames, and then she realized what they were.
