"Prince, don't you think you should drink the tea first and then paint?" Qu Tan'er smiled lightly as she placed the teacup in front of him. Although she also acknowledged that his painting was very good and vivid, it's just that… the phenomenon in the painting didn't match reality. Obviously, it was a bird, with wings, so how could it not fly over the high wall?
"Mm." Mo Liancheng responded, but he ignored the tea placed in front of him.
Qu Tan'er stood aside, patiently watching.
After all, the painting would eventually be finished, right? But, after a long time, he still didn't make a move, as if he had forgotten her existence here.
So, she tried to ask, "Prince, are you not thirsty?"
"Mm."
"Prince, are you not hungry?"
"Mm."
"Prince, are you not tired?"
"Mm."
"Prince, what is your name?"
"Mm."