107. An artist(1)

"hahahahahahaha....hahahahahah!! What's he doing? What's this*?!! hahahaha...", the crinkling sound of ChunHua's laughter spread throughout the living area. She totally forgot the 'grace' that a woman should 'always carry' and with her upper half leaning on YuTang, who could only watch her with doting eyes, she had one of her leg folded up on the sofa and the other was flapping itself from one side to the other. She looked rather unruly, but will she change just because you think like that?

What is 'change'?

Can she eat it?

Heh~