"Chu You, you really are..." Nian Yuyu was somewhat at a loss for words, "so scheming."
"Hmm." Chu You didn't seem to care, his deep eyes gazing at her with a hint of a smile, "Is that a compliment?"
Nian Yuyu was speechless, so she simply stopped talking and picked up a brush to color the plaster doll in front of her.
If someone had told her back when she first met Chu You that he was a persuasive and articulate person, she would have thought it was a joke!
Seeing that she had stopped talking, Chu You's lips curled slightly, his hands with distinct knuckles gripped the paintbrush as he meticulously applied color to the plaster doll with a veil on the table.
The owner of the small shop put on a rhythmically upbeat nursery rhyme, filling the modest shop with a warm atmosphere.
After over an hour, both Nian Yuyu and Chu You's plaster dolls were fully colored.