But his gaze kept shifting between Ke Yu's sketchpad and the real Xinlin, comparing any differences, and then he would mutter a few complaints to himself.
As he looked on.
Ke Jin found that Xinlin's eyes would occasionally meet his own.
During those brief moments of eye contact,
he would see her lips purse slightly as if she had something to say, but she would ultimately hold back her words.
After a few exchanges of glances,
Ke Jin heard a soft whimper by his ear.
"How about brother helps me with one too..."
"Me?" Ke Jin was startled.
"No, no, I don't have much experience with drawing, I really can't do it."
...
"OK, see how it looks!" Half an hour later, Ke Jin stood up from the drawing board, tore off the paper, and handed it to Luo Xinlin.
Ke Yu was also in the final stages, still adding the final touches to her painting, although the intense refinishing process no longer required the model to hold her pose.