He approached at a leisurely pace.

Yuer was concentrating on carefully painting the doll in her hand, not wanting to be distracted.

She is serious about everything she does.

I stood next to the other person, not knowing what I was thinking, but unfortunately I didn't even get a glance from him.

Fu Jingchuan's eyes fell on the doll opposite her with some jealousy. The pale plaster doll was slowly covered by brilliant colors.

Fu Jingchuan had no choice but to not disturb the other party as he was painting so seriously.

He sat obediently in the chair next to Yu'er and began to paint his plaster doll carefully.

How can I put it about this thing? If you don’t play it seriously, you can finish it in a few seconds, but if you play it seriously, it still takes a lot of time.

At least Yuer carefully matched the colors and spent nearly an hour painting before finishing the work.

He put down the brush, moved his numb fingers, and stretched upwards.

Only then did I realize that I had been sitting for too long, and my waist, back, and shoulders were a little sore.

She couldn't help but stand up and stretch her body, twisting her neck and looking at the table.

Then she saw that the colorful little fox she had just painted on the table was gone.

The cunning fox disappeared, replaced by a well-behaved blue cat.

Wearing sky blue clothes, round and plump, he looks gentlemanly and cute.

I have been thinking about Yu'er's little fox for a long time, and the more I look at it, the more satisfied I am.

The man couldn't let go of the thing in his hand, like a treasure he had finally caught, and he was unwilling to let go.

"This one is mine."

Yuer didn't understand why the other person stole her fox when the other person's blue cat was painted so well.

She looked at Fu Jingchuan who was unable to let go of the fox, pointed at the nine-tailed fox in his arms with a cunning smile, and reiterated seriously.

"This is mine."

Fu Jingchuan smiled, giving Yu'er a feeling of powerlessness, like punching cotton.

"Let's exchange. I'll give you mine."

He spoke so generously, not caring whether others agreed or not, like a child.

After thinking about it, Yuer was too lazy to argue with him.

In this way, the two of them went home, one holding a chinchilla and the other holding a little fox.