Gong Beiyao held the portrait high above, saying to Sheng Qianxia, who was lying in his arms, "Although it falls far, far, far short of the real thing, considering that you drew it, I can take it reluctantly."
"Who said I was giving it to you anyway—" Sheng Qianxia was much shorter than him, and her arms couldn't match the length of his. No matter how much she jumped or hopped, she couldn't snatch it from him and ended up crying out of frustration.
"Still say you're not secretly in love with me? Otherwise, why would you draw so many of my portraits?" he asked her seriously.
Sheng Qianxia retorted, "Because you're so annoying, I use you for sketching practice. I can't bear to draw someone else, but drawing you vents my anger!"
Gong Beiyao thoughtfully took down the drawing, placed it far from Sheng Qianxia, saw the tiny words on it, and started reading them earnestly,
