Hearing Bai Yaning mention the portrait, Wang Hao was immediately astonished.
A portrait for the goddess, could it be a nude? Would he get so excited that he starts to bleed from his nose?
Of course, at this point, whether the drawing was good or not was no longer important. What mattered was the opportunity to cultivate feelings between them through the drawing process...
"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" Wang Hao quickly fetched his easel and then began to search for the perfect angle and position for drawing in the living room.
He adjusted the lighting and picked up his pencil.
Under the soft light, his beloved girl lay lazily within arm's reach, especially since the atmosphere in the room was so intimate, Wang Hao instinctively reacted, and his breathing became hurried...
"Stop, stop!" Wang Hao desperately told himself, "Can't have any extraneous thoughts, must steady my mind..."
