But Xiang Yu's lips curled into a mischievous smile. He rummaged through his storage bag and found the permanent ink the twins had once used on his face. For days, he had walked around with the character "pretty" and a terrible drawing of a flower and a cat on his face. Not even a cleansing spell could remove that damn ink. One could only wait till it faded by itself. He had confiscated it from them, but now he had a new use for it.
"You dare rob me of my first kiss? I will show you," he muttered, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he drew something on the man's face, treating it like a masterpiece. Satisfied with his work, he packed away the brush and, with a childish grin he placed the man's finger in his nose as if he were picking it.
