Attending an International Dinner (6)

The two of them flirted with each other through such subtle movements.

After feeding the child, Jun hang suddenly picked her up and took her upstairs into her room.

Youyou's face was shy. Being held by him, he had forgotten about his own painting. Jun hang came in just in time to see that on the special paper, there was a magnificent oil painting, even if it was only half done.

Her body softened and she fell onto the bed. Jun hang looked down at her and then at the painting. He asked, " did you draw this? "

"What else? who else can be as nimble as me?"

Youyou wrapped his arms around his neck, a sly look flashing in his eyes.

She didn't tell him why she knew how to draw this. It was probably because Jun hang felt that she was too lonely, so he found something to relieve his boredom.

Sure enough, Jun hang didn't ask much. He just suddenly reached out and rubbed the back of her ear, whispering, " I was wondering why there was red paint on your ear.

"What?"