Gu Shishi dipped her brush into some clear water.

[Channel Master, I still like you a lot, but lying is very unbecoming.]

[Let’s do it. I am wagering 190 latiao!]

“Ah.”

His clean up acts and his continuous donation served the purpose of finally getting Gu Shish’s attention.

Her face immediately started to burn when she saw the doodling on the paper.

She felt that even the brush was burning in her hand.

Should her master still be alive, he’d probably be smacking her hands with his bamboo stick right about now.

She was going to stream herself drawing but now her mind was occupied with all sorts of ideas such as “Does the boss really like me?”, “Once he had professed his love for me, should I accept it, accept it, or accept it…”, “It’s okay if we are not in love just yet, we can work on that after we get married” and such important thoughts along this line.

“Girls don’t go watch romance movies with another girl.

“Why don’t you go with her instead? I know of a theater that have these seats that were designed just for lovers that’s super mighty and super romantic…”

He was interrupted by a low and hoarse voice before he was done talking.

“We are not lovers.”

Qin Ruhai felt a tinkling sensation in the back of his neck.