Luo Mengmeng, on the other hand, was grinding ink beside her like a little maid, serving her master.
From time to time, she scratched her face with her ink-stained hand, completely unaware that her face had already turned into that of a spotted cat, with ink smudges here and there.
When Gu Zhihan finished writing, he couldn't help but burst into laughter upon seeing her like this, "Luo Mengmeng..."
"What?" Luo Mengmeng, still completely oblivious to her current state, lifted her cat-like face slightly. Her clear, black and white eyes stared at him questioningly, "What are you laughing at?"
"Your face is covered with ink." Gu Zhihan shook his head helplessly, then immediately put down his brush, took her small hand, and walked toward the washroom.
She was supposed to grind some ink, and instead, she managed to cover her face with it.
