Chapter 225
An Ruo nodded, “I didn’t know your size, so I just picked one that seemed about right.”
Tang Yuchen’s smile grew even wider as he opened the box and took out the shirt, glancing at the size and satisfactorily said, “This is exactly the size I wear.”
Seeing him in a good mood, An Ruo really wanted to plead on behalf of Yun Feixue immediately, but she just couldn’t bring herself to utter the words asking for his favor.
After tidying up, she said indifferently, “I’m going upstairs.”
Back in the bedroom, she thought about how to broach the subject with him, but none of the methods she considered seemed right. She was naturally not adept at speaking, and with her stubborn temperament, she really wasn’t cut out for this kind of sweet-talking task.
Feeling frustrated, An Ruo simply took out her sketchbook and pencil and began to draw.
Meeting Xia Nuo today was the happiest event for her.
In this lifetime, she only had Xia Nuo as a dear friend. For many years, she had always been worried about her. Fortunately, she was still alive and well, still within this city, and most importantly, she had encountered her today.
An Ruo planned to make a sketch of Xia Nuo, intending to give it to her the next time they met.
She had just started drawing when someone pushed open the door.
Tang Yuchen entered, leaning on a cane and holding the shirt she had bought for him in his other hand.
He glanced at her and casually asked with a smile, “Who are you drawing?”
An Ruo’s gaze flickered as she looked up at him and said, “Do you have a photo? I’ll draw one for you.”
A flicker of surprise passed through the man’s eyes.
He remembered clearly that when he had asked her to draw one for him before, she had flat-out refused.
Why, then, did she suddenly offer to draw for him today?
Tang Yuchen sat down on the bed opposite her, his piercing gaze fixed on her as he asked with a hooked lip and a faint voice, “An Ruo, you’re acting very odd today, buying me a shirt and offering to sketch me; what is your actual motive?”
An Ruo cast her eyes down, not letting him see the guilty conscience in her eyes.
“If you don’t want it, let it be. I was just saying it casually—I didn’t really plan to draw for you.”
“What is your actual motive?”
An Ruo said impatiently, “Aren’t you bothersome! Do you think everyone is like you, having a purpose behind everything they do?”
“…” A complex expression flickered in Tang Yuchen’s probing eyes.
Suddenly, he laughed, “Darling, it’s rare for you to offer to paint me, how could I possibly refuse. Go ahead and look at me as you draw, but make sure to paint me more handsome.”
An Ruo closed the sketchbook, speaking indifferently, “I don’t feel like drawing anymore.”
“You said you would draw for me.”
“It was you who first refused!”
Tang Yuchen provocatively raised his eyebrows, “When did I refuse?”
“…Fine, I don’t want to draw anymore, is that okay?” She was no longer in the mood to draw for him, and the idea that had just come to her was fleeting.
She was just thinking that if she drew a picture for him and it improved his mood, she could seize the opportunity to plead for Yun Feixue.
But now that he had seen through her ulterior motive, there was no need to give him a drawing for free.
The man’s smile faded from his lips, and he said coldly, “Are you playing games with me?”
This capricious and irritable man had changed his face so quickly.
An Ruo met his gaze squarely and said fearlessly, “I’m not playing games with you. I said I would draw for you, but since you questioned my intention, I no longer plan to do so.”
Tang Yuchen’s expression changed again, showing her an indulgent smile, “Baby, it’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have doubted you. Look, I’ve even apologized; go ahead and draw for me.”
An Ruo knew that continuing to forcefully refuse him would surely anger him.