Looking at his own naked figure on the paper, with even his most private parts clearly visible, Su Chaoyang's sharp and handsome face twitched slightly, quickly flushing with embarrassment.
Why on earth did he go insane back then and agree to her absurd request?
Mu Xiangwan was hurriedly tidying up, but when she turned around, she noticed him standing frozen and motionless. She walked over, craned her neck, and asked, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and pack, the time is already—" Her words cut off abruptly when she glimpsed the sketch he was holding. In a fluster, she lunged forward, snatched it into her arms, and stammered, "Who—who allowed you to look at that?!"
"It's a drawing of me, and you won't let me see it?" Su Chaoyang raised an eyebrow.
"This is my stuff. Without my permission, you can't!"
"Hmph! You're already mine, and yet still talking about permission!"
"Anyway… just no!"
