Lu Yin's gaze shifted down to her fingers, raising an eyebrow, "Does it really hurt?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"Alright then, stop painting." Lu Yin pulled out his phone, "I'll have someone paint it again."
He didn't seem to be joking, and actually made a call.
"Find a painter, paint a picture, hmm... an oil painting."
Lin Qinqin turned her head, looked at her half-finished painting, then at his serious demeanor instructing others to repaint, and got anxious, reaching out to grab his phone, "Hey, are you serious?"
Lu Yin raised his hand holding the phone high, "What are you doing?"
"I've already painted half of it, how can you have someone else paint it?"
"Didn't you say your hand hurt?"
She's the one who didn't want to paint, and now she's the one stopping him from having someone else paint it.
Women, they're really hard to please.
He couldn't understand what she actually wanted.
"Yes, my hand hurts, am I not allowed to take a break?"
