In the small art studio.
Fan Ruobing tidied up and, while doing so, she said to Qin Hao, "They are actually quite nice, not as terrifying as you think."
Qin Hao awkwardly smiled. Nice? They were like starving wolves—how was that nice?
He wouldn't dare to come when there were so many people anymore; he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get out.
It seemed like Fan Ruobing knew what he was thinking and said, "Don't worry, they won't act like that anymore."
Qin Hao nodded, feeling a bit itchy in his teeth out of spite, "I don't know which bastard exposed me."
Fan Ruobing bent over in front of the table and said, "We can start now."
...
He took a deep breath, walked over, and began to draw, holding Fan Ruobing's hand.
After finishing the painting, he quickly sat down beside her to calm himself down.
After pondering for a while, Fan Ruobing began to paint on her own.