Sir Song, do you want to pledge yourself to me?

Song Jinbai held her in his arms, a smile spreading across his handsome face.

“Not even three times as good-looking as the real person.”

Ji Nuan curled her index finger and lightly touched his thin lips, "Have I ever told you that Master Song has such a sweet mouth?"

Before he could retract his outstretched hand, Song Jinbai grabbed it and kissed it.

A blush instantly spread across Ji Nuan's face, quickly spreading to the area behind her ears and down her neck. Her heart felt like the water of Qili Lake, carelessly touched by a dragonfly, sending ripples spreading ever wider.

"You, you, you..." Ji Nuan seemed to be frozen in place, too surprised to speak.

How could Song Jinbai be so unruly?

Looking at her like this, Song Jinbai just thought she was so cute.

A gentleman of integrity cannot find a wife. When facing Ji Nuan, Song Jinbai has to act pitiful, weak and rogue. He has a lot of experience in this.

He chuckled, "What's wrong with me? This is my return gift."

That look was enough to make Ji Nuan melt completely in his arms.

Ji Nuan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him. She pulled her hand back and uttered a fake angry "huh" but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "Do you want me to return the favor and draw you a picture?"

"Okay, how do you want to draw Nuan'er?"

Ji Nuan put the drawing paper on the table aside, covered it with white cardboard from her own space, and motioned Song Jinbai to sit opposite her.

Seeing Song Jinbai sitting down obediently, Ji Nuan took out ninety-six colored pencils.

Ji Nuan had learned to draw with colored pencils when she was in college, and she was quite good at it. Unlike the clothing samples she drew for her second sister-in-law, she had never studied fashion design, as those were all just simple lines outlining the clothing styles.

Song Jinbai pointed to a row of colored pencils on the table and asked, "What are these colorful pencils?"

"Paintbrush." Ji Nuan didn't even raise her head, concentrating on fiddling with the tools she was going to use.

Seeing that she was working seriously, Song Jinbai stopped disturbing her and just sat quietly beside her.

From work to the end of the world, Ji Nuan hadn't painted in a long time. Picking up the brush now, she felt a little unfamiliar.

She took out a piece of rice paper cut on Song Jinbai's desk, and in a short while, a Q version of Song Jinbai appeared on the paper. His appearance was as cute as Yin Douer's.

"Sir Song." He extended his hand with a smile and said playfully, "Please move to the window."

Song Jinbai stood up as he was told and walked to the window. He adjusted his posture according to Ji Nuan's instructions.

"Yeah, right, right, turn your face a little more to the outside."

"Perfect!" Ji Nuan was finally satisfied. She snapped her fingers and said, "Hold your pose and don't move. I'm going to start outlining it.

A cup of tea passed quietly, and then another stick of incense passed.

Song Jinbai moved his body slightly.

I feel so much regret.

Painting is not something that can be completed in a short period of time.

Shouldn't he agree to Nuan'er painting for him?

He invited Nuan'er here not to make her stand in front of the window as punishment.

Finally, he couldn't help but break the silence: "Nuan'er, are you okay? I'm a little tired of standing.

"It will take some time." Ji Nuan looked up at Song Jinbai with an apologetic look in her eyes.

She had only completed the modeling, and it would take a lot of time to color and handle the light and shadow.

Ji Nuan felt that it was really hard to keep him in one position.

She felt a little distressed. After thinking for a moment, her eyes suddenly lit up and she tapped her forehead lightly: "I got it!" She said to Song Jinbai: "Wait a minute!"

I have stayed in ancient times for so long that I have forgotten that I have so many useful high-tech things.

She took out a large-screen mobile phone, activated the camera function, and took two photos of Song Jinbai.

"Alright!" After Ji Nuan finished the operation in her hands, she smiled and said to Song Jinbai, "Thank you for your hard work, Master Song. Please sit down and take a rest."

Song Jinbai was full of curiosity and didn't care whether he was tired from standing. He immediately moved closer to Ji Nuan, staring at the strange thing on the table that reflected his face.

He asked in surprise: "Why is this still reflecting my face?"

Ji Nuan laughed out loud and explained, "This is a tool we use to transmit information over there. We can also use it to take pictures. Just like what we are doing now, we can record people's appearance."

As she spoke, she called up the camera function again, took a selfie, and then moved closer to Song Jinbai, and the two of them took a photo together. After taking the photo, Ji Nuan showed Song Jinbai the photos she had just taken.

"Look, this is the photo I just took." Ji Nuan pointed at the photo on the screen and said, "Doesn't it look exactly like me?"

"How amazing!" Song Jinbai exclaimed again.

Soon he thought of another question.

If Nuan'er marries him in the future, should she also inform her relatives there?

Thinking of him, she asked, "Nuan'er, can you contact your relatives over there?"

The smile on Ji Nuan's face instantly disappeared, and her eyes became lonely. She shook her head gently, "They are all gone."

These words were like a heavy stone pressing on Song Jinbai's heart.

Song Jinbai had never seen Ji Nuan like this before, and his heart ached. He reached out and hugged her tightly in his arms, gently stroking her back with his palm, trying to give her some comfort.

"Nuan'er, don't be sad. After we get married, I will be your family. I will always be with you, love you, and never let you be sad."

"I'm not sad, I just miss them a little." Ji Nuan buried her head in his chest and said in a muffled voice.

"Oh, this old slave came at a really bad time."

Uncle Wu's voice suddenly rang out, with a hint of embarrassment and excitement in his voice.

He covered his eyes with one hand, as if he didn't want to disturb the two people in the room, then turned and walked out in a hurry.

Hearing the sound, Song Jinbai let go of Ji Nuan, straightened her short hair, and shouted to the door, "Uncle Wu, what's going on?"

Uncle Wu stopped and replied from a distance, "Dinner is ready. I'm here to invite you to dinner, sir!"

"Got it, we'll be there soon." Song Jinbai responded and said to Ji Nuan, "Nuannuan, let's go over. The kitchen has made some new dishes tonight, and I think you'll like them."

Ji Nuan nodded and followed him to the West Flower Hall.