"Hm? What is it?"
As though she had noticed Huai Shi's daze, Fu Yi blinked slightly and said understandingly, "If you can't draw, something else would be fine too."
"...No need."
After a slight pause, Huai Shi's movements became smooth again. "I was just considering where to draw it."
As though examining the angle and position, he reached out, lifted Fu Yi's chin, and finally lowered the slightly trembling marker onto her face.
Fu Yi was a little startled, but she still closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased. She felt the cool pen tip touch her forehead, moving steadily and calmly, without the slightest hesitation.
One stroke, two strokes, then three... four... five... six...
She opened her eyes in confusion.
She saw Huai Shi's solemn expression, his utterly serious demeanor, his pen moving with inspired ease. But the question was... why did drawing a heart require so many strokes?
"Isn't it done yet?" she asked, her eyes widening in confusion.
"Wait a moment, I'm drawing." Huai Shi did not stop, careful and earnest. "I just finished the right atrium. I'm drawing the pulmonary valve now..."
"..."
Fu Yi's eyelid visibly twitched.
But soon, she could not help bursting into laughter.
She said nothing else.
The final stroke fell.
"It's pretty well drawn."
She returned to her seat, took out her phone, and examined the vivid anatomical diagram of a heart on her forehead and cheek before raising it to take a selfie.
She seemed quite satisfied with Huai Shi's work.
"This works."
She said, "This one is fine too."
Beside her, Lily looked on enviously and raised her hand. "I... want one too."
"Drawing hearts all the time is so repetitive. You could have him draw you a head instead." Fu Yi offered her "loyal" advice.