Feng Yueya reached out to snatch it, "It's fine, this doesn't tire me out at all."
He caught her extending hand, placed the unfinished garment on the table, and led her to see the painting he had made.
"I've finished painting; come take a look."
Feng Yueya walked over and, surprised, her eyes widened.
"Why did you paint me?"
Moreover, it was the scene of her sewing just moments ago.
Yun Shangyuan said proudly, "What do you think, does it resemble you?"
It was more than resemblance; it was lifelike.
She hadn't expected his painting skills to be this good.
"Why didn't you paint the baby?" she asked, tilting her head.
Yun Shangyuan wrapped his arms around her waist, his prominent nose nudged against her face as he said,
"I can't paint that, let's wait until the baby is born to paint it."
Yes, once the baby was born, he would paint a portrait of the three of them.
Just thinking about that scene filled him with warmth.
