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“Hey! What do you mean by that? Do you think so little of me that I would kick you when you're down and applaud your misfortune?” Yang Qianfan exclaimed, his voice filled with anger.
“Well, if that’s not the case, then that’s great,” Zhu Hui replied dismissively, curling her lips and breaking into a smile.
Yang Qianfan looked at her and suddenly recalled the stout figure of her grandmother. He couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “No wonder you don’t look anything like your grandmother.”
“What? Have you seen my grandmother?” Zhu Hui asked, puzzled.
“No... no, I just heard it from others,” Yang Qianfan nervously denied.
“Is that so!” Zhu Hui gazed at him earnestly and said with genuine warmth, “Yang Qianfan—”
“What is it?”
“Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I sincerely wish you and Li Lingfei a lifetime together, filled with romance. Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“Th... thank you!” Yang Qianfan felt her blessing hit him like a cold wind, chilling him to the bone. He shivered involuntarily and lowered his head, speechless for a long moment.
“Hey!—” Zhu Hui noticed his silence and curiously asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing... nothing at all.”
Zhu Hui smiled at him again, scrutinizing his features seriously. “Your facial features have a really three-dimensional quality!”
"That's nonsense! Who in this world has flat features?"
"What I mean is that your features are so sharp they look like they've been carved out with a knife. They're very distinct."
"Are you complimenting me or the tofu?"
"Is there really a difference between you and tofu?" Zhu Hui said with a casual smile, then asked, "Can you be my model for a moment?"
"A model?"
"I really want to draw you right now. Would you let me?"
Seeing her earnestness, Yang Qianfan nodded in agreement.
Zhu Hui quickly pulled out a sheet of sketch paper and a fountain pen from her bag. After positioning the pen, she began to draw. In about five minutes, she effortlessly completed a quick sketch. She flipped the drawing over and presented it to Yang Qianfan, asking, "So, what do you think? It looks quite like you, right?"
Yang Qianfan squinted at the drawing. Despite her few strokes capturing his likeness vividly, he feigned indifference and nodded, "It's okay."
"What do you mean 'okay'? It should look great!"
"You really are shameless," Yang Qianfan shrugged and scoffed lightly at her. "You drew me, so now I want to draw you."
"You want to draw me?" Zhu Hui's eyes widened in disbelief as she asked, "Can you even draw?"
“What's wrong? Are you scared?”
“Of course, I am a bit scared. I'm afraid you'll draw me as an 'e.'”
“Don't worry, my skills aren't as good as you think. I won't turn you into an 'e'!” Yang Qianfan grinned as he snatched the paper and pen from her hands. “I'm going to draw Luo, so don't move around. If I make you look ugly, don't blame me.” With that, he began to splash ink on the paper with great flair.
In less than half a minute, his masterpiece was completed in one swift motion. He followed Zhu Hui's example and flipped the drawing over to present it to her, asking, “What do you think? It looks just like you, right?”
Zhu Hui nearly spat blood when she saw his drawing. She never expected him to depict her face as that of a big-eyed pig. Facing his provocation, she didn’t get angry; instead, she pretended to be very happy. Picking up the portrait she had just drawn of Yang Qianfan, she said, “Sorry, but I forgot to add two goat horns to this drawing. I almost made you look disabled! Luckily, I caught it in time. Let me fix that for you.” With that, she added two goat horns to his pig head drawing with her pen.
“I didn't do a great job either; the breed isn't clear enough. This pig should be from Northern Ireland's Hua Zhu,” Yang Qianfan remarked as he added a black spot on the eyes of the pig he had drawn.
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