Yan Ye had been looking at the portrait for almost twenty minutes.
Yan Ye's feelings after looking at it were somewhat hard to describe.
"Overall, it looks like me, but..."
"Uh? But what?" Lian Xinying immediately got up upon hearing Yan Ye's words and moved towards him.
Half of her body hung onto Yan Ye.
"Yingying, isn't this proportion a bit off? You don't like it?" Lian Xinying's voice gave Yan Ye goosebumps.
"As long as you like it." Yan Ye put down the paper, remembering he fell asleep last night without praising her, he quickly added, "The drawing is great, looks like me, skillful, very professional..."
Yan Ye was a bit lost for words by now.
Lian Xinying wasn't upset last night and was in a good mood, so whether Yan Ye praised her or not, she didn't care.
