Just opened, she suddenly remembered something, opened the second drawer, inside were pens and notebooks.
She took them out, and a few unfinished paintings fell down from above.
Ye Ranran tried to paint a leaf, but it turned out awkward and inauthentic.
"Am I really a designer? I have no talent for painting at all," Ye Ranran began to doubt herself.
Could Jun Mochan be fooling her? Her hands seemed so clumsy.
Because they had to get up early the next day, Jun Mochan didn't torment Ye Ranran too much, but not bothering her at all would be impossible.
"Ranran, it's time to get up." Jun Mochan patted her face.
Ye Ranran got up drowsily: "Oh, got it."
She walked to the bathroom with squinting eyes, almost hitting the glass door, but after washing her face, she felt much more awake.
Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, Ye Ranran accused: "Can't you control yourself a little?"
