"Am I the one lacking ethics? Aren't you the most aware?" Xia Nuobai said, as he held her finger and playfully nibbled on it.
Seeing Ou Luoxin about to be driven mad with anger, Xia Nuobai gently stepped forward and patted her back, "Alright, don't be mad anymore, be good. I'm really happy you came to see me."
"I already said I'm here for inspiration, inspiration, inspiration!" Ou Luoxin stomped her foot.
"What did you gather?" Xia Nuobai curiously picked up the sketchbook in her hand.
The more he looked, the darker his expression became, and finally, he pointed at the two men in the drawing and demanded, "What is this?"
Ou Luoxin rolled her eyes at him, "You're looking at it, and you still ask me."
The problem wasn't with the two people in the drawing, but with the few lines of dialogue Ou Luoxin had temporarily added.
The two men in the drawing, one in white clothes and the other in black, were easily recognizable as having Xia Nuobai and Yuru as their prototypes.
