Even those who were unaware could tell the person who painted the painting had poured so much love into it.
After finishing the last stroke, Ye Ranran was about to examine it carefully when it was snatched away from her. Looking up, as expected, she saw Jun Mochan watching with interest.
"My wife has a really good memory," Jun Mochan said with a smile in his obsidian-like eyes.
Ye Ranran felt like her intentions had been seen through. She reached out to grab the painting back, "Give it back to me."
"It's painted so well, how can I not appreciate it thoroughly?" Jun Mochan felt a desire to tease her.
"Go ahead, look," Ye Ranran, knowing she couldn't win, gave up and covered her face with her hands, not wanting him to see her increasingly red face.
On one hand, she was indeed embarrassed; on the other, it was just her nature to blush easily.
She was so annoyed, without even understanding why she blushed.
"Feeling shy?" Jun Mochan asked, lowering his head with a curious look.
