”You—are you sure you want to be in my painting?” I casually and subtly looked him over. Slender and proportionate, he would likely be quite eye-catching in the painting. Yan Or nodded happily. “Having Thirteen paint me is something I’ve long hoped for.” ”No problem,” I nodded. “After finishing, I’ll give it to the painting doll to pass on to you. Consider it repaying this favor.” ”Aren’t you going to paint based on my actual appearance?” he seemed somewhat confused. ”No need,” I shook my head. “This new painting style isn’t about realism, but about capturing the essence.” He smiled knowingly, though it was unclear whether he truly understood or misunderstood my meaning. Most likely the latter. He seemed in good spirits when he turned to the “Ritual and Music” book on the table. He picked it up. “I didn’t expect you to be interested in musical instruments—huh?” I couldn’t stop him and watched helplessly as he opened the cover. There’s nothing more embarrassing than being caught by your first love looking at an erotic book.
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Revenge
Yan Or’s face turned red. It was hard to tell if it was from rising blood or pure shock. Shouldn’t I be the one blushing? He silently closed the book and placed it on the table. “So this is what interests you.” ”It’s a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding.” In fact, any explanation now seemed weak.
