Jingjing watched as the booth owner finished sketching a portrait of a little girl. Just as the girl's mother was about to pay, Zhen Yu suddenly sat down on the little girl's stool!
Han Mingyue stifled a laugh and quickly cooperated by saying, "Could you please draw a portrait of my girlfriend too?"
After the booth owner gave back the change, he flexed his fingers and said, "Just a moment, please."
"Okay!" Zhen Yu nodded. "I'm not in a hurry."
Even though she said she wasn't in a hurry, the longer she sat there posing, the more anxious she felt, having never been drawn by anyone before.
Han Mingyue noticed her discomfort but knew the arrow had already been shot—there was no turning back! So he gently consoled, "Hang in there, it'll be done soon!"
After reassuring her three or four times, the booth owner finally told her she could move.
In that instant, Zhen Yu's face fell! It felt like the flesh on her face wasn't even hers...
