"Then rest first, there's no rush about the portrait." Sui Zimo handed the portrait to Lin Baizhong, then picked her up and placed her back on the bed.
This matter isn't urgent at the moment; her recovery is more important.
"Zimo..."
Lin Caisang looked at him, somewhat helplessly.
Even though she was in confinement, it wasn't necessary to lie in bed all the time.
Besides, as a cultivator, she already felt almost fully recovered after lying down for the past few days.
"I feel I've recovered now, drawing a few pictures should be fine."
"Draw in the afternoon."
Sui Zimo spoke decisively, not allowing her to refuse.
Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang could only nod helplessly.
"Alright then."
After all, she couldn't always go against her husband. He only insisted on her resting for her own good.
…
On the other side.
Zui Yifeng stormed back to his place, and as soon as he entered, he saw Sixth Ding pacing back and forth in the courtyard.
