She picked up the pen, moved close to Lu Jihan, and started doodling on his face with it.
As she drew, she muttered, "Hmph, Lu Jihan, you heartless scoundrel, you forgot me, so now I'm turning you into a clown. If anyone's to blame, blame yourself!"
First, Song Yinyin drew two big black circles around Lu Jihan's eyes, then a few mustache lines around his nose and mouth.
Lastly, she drew a turtle on Lu Jihan's cheek.
"Lu Jihan, you big jerk, you deserve to have a big turtle drawn on your face. Just wait till people laugh at you tomorrow, hmph!"
After the last stroke, Song Yinyin sat back and admired her masterpiece with satisfaction.
In that moment, the turtle on Lu Jihan's face looked so comical that Song Yinyin couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Perhaps she was really infuriated by him, which made her do such a childish thing.
But she couldn't deny that this childish act made her feel relieved.
