Mu Anhan listened and thought it sounded quite reasonable.
Sure enough, after drinking alcohol, the mind becomes even less functional.
She hurried to paint.
In ancient times, people would get inspired to recite poetry after getting drunk.
Now Mu Anhan wanted to paint; she picked up the brush and got to work, swiftly creating her piece.
"Honey, look..."
She turned the canvas towards Gu Xiaozhan, who was surprised to find her work didn't lose to a professional level; she truly was a treasure girl!
His face was sharp and cold, with well-defined features, a slender physique that also revealed muscular lines. The sight of his abs was mesmerizing, especially the downward V-line that sparked the imagination.
"Wait, why is there fabric here?" Mu Anhan realized she had been tricked.
"Liar! Big liar!" she shouted at the man.
"Come on, do it yourself!" Gu Xiaozhan teased her.
Mu Anhan heard this and happily ran over.
