The brush in his hand suddenly turned a corner, landing on Mu Chenxi's face.
Mu Chenxi: "..."
Her dream shattered in one second!
"Fu Yanshen!!"
She had never imagined that Fu Yanshen could do something so childish!
What's more unthinkable for her was that there's a first and a second.
While she glared at him in feigned annoyance, the brush in his hand moved again and drew another stroke on the other side of her face.
Mu Chenxi caught a glimpse of a mirror not far away.
Looking at her reflection.
He had drawn a beard on her face with a bold stroke of his brush.
Paired with her wide-eyed stare.
She looked exactly like the image of someone blowing their beard and staring angrily.
Fuming, Mu Chenxi puffed her cheeks and tiptoed to snatch the brush out of his hand, intent on painting on him too.
But Fu Yanshen's arms were long, and as he raised his hand, she couldn't reach it even on tiptoes.