Tang Zan's lips curved into a smile as he gently pecked kisses on Pei Shu'er.
"I didn't expect, my wife to be quite skilled in this area."
Pei Shu'er raised an eyebrow: "Born with natural talent, won't underestimate me now, will you?"
There was a hint of tenderness in Tang Zan's eyes, along with a trace of cherishing.
He pulled Pei Shu'er back into his embrace, noticing her constantly shaking her hand, he took her hand.
"Your hand must be really tired, right?"
Pei Shu'er nodded: "Isn't it your fault?"
If he hadn't taken so long, why would her hand be sore?
Tang Zan chuckled lowly, his deep voice teasing her ear nerves, as he traced Pei Shu'er's ear with his lips.
"How many spring palace paintings have you seen to reach this level? Hmm?"
After all, he had never done such things before.
Seeing that Pei Shu'er was unfamiliar yet had diverse techniques was surprising.
Pei Shu'er's cheeks flushed, then she said: "I only read one book."
