I've painted many pictures of you...
Those words were like a gentle breeze, instantly soaking into every cell of his body.
Pei Yuanchen raised an eyebrow and scolded her unceremoniously, "Why aren't you studying properly every day and instead doodling such nonsense?"
Yet, the corners of his mouth curled into a slight smirk.
"I'm not scribbling nonsense..." Ziyi defended herself, "Anyway, you're not going to draw anyone else, I've already left the studio."
"What?" Pei Yuanchen's voice deepened, "Where did you run off to?"
"...At the studio entrance." Ziyi suddenly giggled, "Uncle Xiaobao, can you pick me up and take me back? I don't want to call Ayuan."
"No way, I've already left your school." Pei Yuanchen refused without hesitation.
"Liar, if you answered my call, it means you're not driving, so you're definitely still at our school." Ziyi said triumphantly, "Uncle Xiaobao, don't be afraid, I won't rip off your clothes and force you to be my model..."
