Jian Xi was still making the final adjustments and touches. Nan Mufeng was stunned: This painting was exactly the same as the one in his home!
Exactly the same!
Two people had created a painting, but they looked identical!
Bang! Bang... Nan Mufeng felt his heart start to race again.
"What's wrong with you?" Jian Xi turned her head to look at Nan Mufeng, puzzled.
"Nothing, nothing..."
"Your heart is beating so fast."
Nan Mufeng lowered his head, indeed, he saw his chest muscles throbbing in rhythm with his heartbeat.
"Are you sick?" Jian Xi asked.
Nan Mufeng almost spat out old blood. He was excited! Excited!
"And your face is not normal, so red..." Jian Xi's gaze suddenly tightened, and she hurriedly checked herself.
Well, she had dressed conservatively today, so he shouldn't see anything.
"I'm happy," Nan Mufeng reluctantly found an excuse, "Thank you for painting for me. I'll take this painting with me."
Nan Mufeng took the painting down and prepared to leave.
