When Qingluan returned to Song Yun's room, she had a drawing board in her hand. Song Yun looked at Qingluan in astonishment and said, "Qingluan, you're not really going to draw me, are you?"
"Of course." Qingluan nodded with a smile and said, "It's not like we have anything else to do."
"But… if you want something to do, there are things we could do." Song Yun said, somewhat shyly.
"Like what?"
"Like talking about life, discussing dreams, or studying mechanics and piston motion. There are still many things we could do in this room!" Song Yun said.
"Hehe, I think you're asking for trouble," Qingluan squinted her eyes coldly at Song Yun, set up the drawing board on her own, and then sat down in front of it with several pencils.
"Should I put on some makeup first?" Song Yun asked.
"No need, I'm doing a sketch," Qingloam said as she began to draw on the board.
Song Yun was momentarily unsure of what to do.
