Yan Ye lowered his head and saw his waist.
So, you can imagine just how much was exposed.
"Yingying, where do you plan to start and end your drawing?" Yan Ye wanted to confirm first.
"From your head to your feet! And I want to draw the sofa you're sitting on too, but mainly focus on you." Lian Xinying concentrated on her composition, her voice as gentle as the wind blowing over a calm lake.
Yan Ye was initially displeased, but seeing Lian Xinying so serious, he pressed his thin lips together and didn't protest.
If Lian Xinying drew his chest like that, he'd definitely lock the painting in a safe.
Time passed second by second, and in between, Lian Xinying got up to pour Yan Ye a glass of water, allowing him a brief rest, then continued... until Yan Ye fell asleep on the sofa.
However, after Yan Ye fell asleep in the sofa, Lian Xinying became even more energized.
Because once Yan Ye was asleep, she could draw freely and unabashedly.
