Su Wanwan took a mirror from the side and gleefully presented it to him: "See for yourself! My painting skills are pretty good, right?"
Mu Yuze saw himself in the mirror, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
On his face, from the center of his brows to the bridge of his nose to his cheeks, was a cluster of red and white daffodils. By the corner of his eye, a colorful butterfly seemed ready to take wing.
"Su Wanwan!" His voice was full of anger.
He thought she would draw turtles, puppies, kittens, or whatever on his face. He could have tolerated even a tortoise. But, she actually painted daffodils?
Although her strokes were delicate, and her artistry was genuinely quite good.
"It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" Su Wanwan, feeling no sense of danger, was still all smiles.
Mu Yuze's fingers twitched, restraining the urge to strangle her!
"Are you saying I'm narcissistic?" He said expressionlessly.
