C83 Don't Touch Me

"And mine, Ms Lo. I drew this myself. You must not dislike it." Wei Ling produced a painting out of nowhere and handed it over with a smile as if she was presenting a treasure.

The painting on it was a portrait of Lo Shan'er. Her white clothes were whiter than snow and there were two or three red plum blossoms on it.

"Thank you, Ling. I really like this painting