An Zhouyuan laughed, "I'm already very content! To have these few years, I'm really content! I sought them out myself."
"Forced melons aren't sweet, but they quench thirst!" Pei Qin replied without lifting her head.
Mo Heng looked at her, "I forced it, and it's sweet."
Pei Qin rolled her eyes at him and focused on her painting.
Listening to the meaning of those words, An Zhouyuan was stunned for a moment, "You two... forced it?" Was it that Jiu Heng forced Pei Qin?
Watching Mo Heng, the doting expression as he carefully offered her water from the small water bottle he carried, and even being so cautious that he wouldn't touch a drop himself, An Zhouyuan found himself at a loss for words.
Pei Qin drank half the bottle of water, handed it back to him, and continued painting the finishing touches.
When Wei Shu entered again, Pei Qin's painting was complete.
