Luo Mengmeng, on the other hand, was grinding ink beside her like a little maid, serving her master.
From time to time, she scratched her face with her ink-stained hand, completely unaware that her face had already turned into that of a spotted cat, with ink smudges here and there.
When Gu Zhihan finished writing, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter upon seeing her , "Luo Mengmeng..."
"What?" Luo Mengmeng, still completely oblivious to her current state, lifted her cat-like face slightly. Her clear, black and white eyes stared at him questioningly, "What are you laughing at?"
"Your face is covered with ink." Gu Zhihan shook his head helplessly, then immediately put down his brush, took her small hand, and walked toward the washroom.
She was supposed to grind some ink, and instead, she managed to cover her face with it.
"There’s ink?" Luo Mengmeng couldn’t help but reach out again to touch her cheek, using the same hand she had been grinding the ink with, causing her face to turn even blacker as she rubbed it.
Gu Zhihan was on the verge of crying from laughter. He grabbed her hand, "Stop touching."
Once they reached the bathroom, Luo Mengmeng hurriedly looked in the mirror.
She saw a girl in the mirror with cheeks smeared with uneven ink stains, resembling a flower cat that had just rolled in the mud.
Luo Mengmeng immediately let out a loud yell and turned on the faucet, frantically washing her face.
It was so embarrassing! Not only did she end up with a face full of ink, but he also got a clear view of it.
After washing, Luo Mengmeng, while drying her face with a towel, glared at Gu Zhihan in embarrassment, "You need to forget what just happened!"
"Why forget?" Gu Zhihan asked in return, his slender, handsome fingers lightly pinching her slightly pointed chin, smilingly saying, "You just looked very cute."
"Cute, huh?" Luo Mengmeng thought he was being sarcastic and pouted with her arms crossed, then the next second she saw Gu Zhihan dart out.
In just a few seconds, she ran back in holding an ink-soaked brush.
Then, without Gu Zhihan having any chance to prepare, she lifted the brush and streaked it across his face twice.
Gu Zhihan’s handsome face suddenly looked like that of a large, spotted cat.
"What are you doing?" His face darkened immediately.
Luo Mengmeng looked on triumphantly, "Didn’t you say it’s cute to have ink on your face? I’m just making you cute for a moment!"
"I think you’re asking for a spanking." Gu Zhihan’s face remained stern as he stepped forward with long strides, pinning the little girl against the wall behind her.
His handsome face dangerously closed in on her.
Luo Mengmeng knew he was going to kiss her again and struggled to get free, "Gu Zhihan, you jerk, let me go!"
But her strength was pitifully small in front of the young man.
Before she could finish speaking, her lips were captured in a kiss.
Gu Zhihan’s large hand held the back of her head firmly, the other hand grasping her wriggling hand, while his tall, strong legs pressed tightly against hers, rendering the girl completely immobile and at his mercy.
Luo Mengmeng’s cheeks flushed red from the kiss, initially glaring at him in indignation, but eventually, she melted into a puddle of water.
After the kiss ended, Luo Mengmeng had no idea where she was anymore.
It was Gu Zhihan who reminded her by her ear, "The couplet is about dry. Aren’t you going to paste it up?"
"I should paste it!" Luo Mengmeng’s cheeks were still red. She glared at him before quickly coming out of his embrace.