"What do you mean? You think my painting doesn't look good?" Qin Yun narrowed her peach blossom eyes, emitting a dangerous signal.
Pei Yan carefully examined it and nodded, "It's quite unique."
"Quite unique? Why do I feel it's not a compliment?" Qin Yun blinked doubtfully.
"I'm praising your talent, but that doesn't change the fact that you used my face to paint." Pei Yan looked at her sideways.
Qin Yun spoke with an air of righteousness, "Well, you hugged me! Did you get my permission? And it's not just me who painted it, my mom helped with the ideas too."
"Also! Let go quickly! You're hurting me!" Qin Yun tried to shake free but couldn't escape Pei Yan's grip; she could only raise her hand to show him, "Look, it's all red."
Qin Yun's wrist visibly had a red circle around it, and Pei Yan loosened his grip a bit, rubbing her wrist with his thumb. A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes as he said hoarsely, "Sorry."
