After another full half minute, the woman finally withdrew her gaze, rushed back to the easel, and began sketching the outline.
Pei Yuanchen let out a breath quietly, hurriedly put his shirt back on, and started buttoning it.
"Wait a minute." Ziyi stood in front of the easel, glanced at the draft, then at him, with a somewhat pitiful tone, "It's not over yet, Uncle Xiaobao, I haven't seen your abs..."
Pei Yuanchen's face darkened.
"It's not time yet..." Ziyi put on a pitiable expression again.
Over time, she gradually realized that Uncle Xiaobao was quite soft-hearted.
As long as she pleaded, most of the time he would agree.
Sure enough, Pei Yuanchen's hand paused while buttoning.
He looked at her with restrained eyes.
Ziyi continued with a pleading face, even bit her lower lip pitifully.
Pei Yuanchen felt deeply deceived at this moment.
But at this point, he had no choice but to take off the half-worn shirt again and said harshly, "Hurry up!"
