552: Miya Ford Extra Story 13 (Fifth Update)

Since she was already out, Miya Ford also wanted to take a walk.

They got out of the car and walked across the square. There were street artists selling paintings for just 5 pounds each. Miya sat by the fountain, letting an artist paint her.

In the end, she spent 5 pounds and got two paintings, one of which was by Bloomington.

"You paint very well."

She was never stingy with her compliments, and praised him sincerely; indeed, Bloomington's painting skills were excellent.

The ends of his hair covered his deep-set eyes, "Do you like it?"

She nodded honestly.

"My honor."

Just as she hadn't realized it yet, Bloomington grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the mist of the fountain that had suddenly risen.

She thanked him, her cheeks slightly red.

The dusk was near, and the colorful lights hidden under the fountain painted the night with radiant sceneries as the water roared.