Qin Nanyu's brows raised slightly as he turned to look at the mirror, and the next moment, he froze completely.
He stared incredulously at the green turtle that appeared on his face.
And it wasn't just one…
The swelling-reducing lotion and cotton swabs, in Ji Weitian's hands, had turned into paint and brush, his face, the canvas.
She handled it with great proficiency, sketching several turtles vividly.
"Does it look good? It's a gift for you!" Ji Weitian caught sight of his gloomy face, seeming to feel as though she had finally gotten her revenge, smugly leaning in to ask him.
"…"
Qin Nanyu's expression darkened, feeling for the first time that his retribution had arrived.
What goes around, comes around.
The person he liked couldn't be hit or scolded, what could he do?
"Ji Weitian, you're insulting me." Qin Nanyu's usual tactic was to play pitiful.
