Lin Xian curved his lips into a smile, "You don't have to say it; I already know."
Shen Chuwei pressed on, "How could you possibly know?"
She knew that Xiao Jinyan often guessed her thoughts correctly, but with his amnesia, could he still guess them?
Lin Xian's thin lips parted to reveal two words, "Your looks."
Shen Chuwei was stunned by his words. Could that really be guessed?
She had indeed been attracted to Xiao Jinyan's unrivaled handsomeness at first, watching him more for the pleasure of the eyes.
Then she had a little quirk: she would draw any beautiful scenery or person she saw.
Moreover, she especially liked to draw handsome men with their chest and abdominal muscles, hence that painting.
At first, she simply liked Xiao Jinyan for his appearance.
Only later did other emotions begin to mix in.
Lin Xian observed her expression and could tell that he had guessed correctly; she liked Xiao Jinyan's looks.