, I seemed to be so engrossed in the painting that I didn't notice the man behind me waking up.

　　I was in a squatting position and turned around, coincidentally seeing him silently looking at me.

　　"What's wrong? Why are you painting my sister?" I sat in his embrace and he sighed, holding me.

　　"No time." His actions were tender, but his words were ruthless.

　　I felt that the term "hidden intention" was the most suitable description for our current state of mind.

　　However, I am indeed a person skilled in disguise.

　　I blinked and looked back at him.

　　"Shuhuai, if I do something you don't like, you must tell me, okay? Don't keep it to yourself, you idiot..." I reached out and pinched his nose.

　　It wasn't just to show my vulnerable side, but also to seek a way to ease the relationship.

　　Sometimes, not speaking to each other is the main cause of emotional cracks.

　　And right now, I still need Jiang Shuhuai.

　　He stared at me with his brown eyes for a while.

　　His serious expression gave me a premonition that I was digging a hole for myself.

　　Not long after, I heard him ask me, "Was it really you who saved me that day?"