Having a boyfriend who can draw, and draw really well, is truly a blissful thing—while everyone else is trying to capture the moment from all sorts of angles with photos, he simply sketches it.
Sketches it!
As more details appeared on the canvas, He Fang's eyes couldn't stop darting back and forth between the paper and Qin Guanglin's face. Even though it wasn't the first time, each time she watched him bring the two of them to life on paper, her heart raced uncontrollably, and she wanted to hug him tightly and give him a fierce kiss.
Luckily he was clueless with romance, or else with this skill alone he would have ruined so many girls.
"It's done, but it's just the draft. I'll need to color it when we get back," Qin Guanglin pulled the drawing out of its folder and handed it to He Fang. Seeing her happy expression, he couldn't help but smile foolishly, "Take a look, but be careful to put it back without wrinkling it."