He did not possess such artistic talent; he simply enjoyed it.
If he were a painter right now, he would probably be no match for her.
Suddenly, he really wanted to kiss her. Yun Yuwan was still engrossed in the puzzle, her arms propping up her body slightly off the table as she leaned forward, her butt resting against his arm on the armrest,
"Yun Yuwan."
She realized she might have matched two nearly solid-colored puzzle pieces with similar tones incorrectly and was earnestly comparing the slight difference between them, pondering which one would fit better into the gap, "What's up?"
"Look up."
She refused, "Why should I look up? If you're calling me by my full name, you've definitely got something you're waiting to lecture me about, maybe even right next to my ear."
He was speechless and tapped his fingertips on the edge of the table, "Then don't look up."
