"What can you even draw!" Yu Ling scoffed in disdain, not yet knowing that Jian Xi was the very artist she admired the most!
"Draw a Nan Mufeng, draw two Nan Mufengs, draw countless Nan Mufengs," Jian Xi giggled, completely indifferent to the opinions of others.
She looked at Nan Mufeng, and her pure, adoring gaze made his heart flutter. In front of everyone, Nan Mufeng leaned in and pecked her cheek lightly, "Make a turn and then come back, it's hot so watch out for heatstroke. I'll come back as soon as possible."
"Mm-hmm!"
Jian Xi's face flushed slightly, but she nodded obediently.
With that public kiss, she instantly turned into a cute little white rabbit, all her fierceness gone. Even the inspiration to retort her mother-in-law vanished.
"Grandpa, can we go now?" Ailin asked, putting down her knife and fork.
Love, such a thing, can die easily, but it can also grow robustly just as easily.