Ye Jun smacked his lips and stopped talking about that book.
What a lousy work. Boring.
He looked around, interest returning to his face. "I finally get to see your boudoir."
"This isn't my boudoir. My boudoir is down below." Without looking up, Wang Lin pointed beneath her feet.
"Below?" Ye Jun raised an eyebrow. "No wonder. I was wondering why I couldn't find your... ahem. So, where below?"
Wang Lin continued drawing. "Fly a hundred thousand li straight up from here, then stop using Scholar's Aura and let yourself fall naturally. Hit the ground headfirst, and you'll see my boudoir."
Ye Jun was instantly speechless.
"Done! This installment is finished!" Wang Lin suddenly stopped working, then waved her hand in satisfaction, and the little sketchbook vanished from her grasp. "Once I've filled a hundred sketchbooks, I'll open a Painting Studio. I'll call it Jinjiang Painting Studio~"
"Huh? Why?" Ye Jun stood behind Wang Lin, looking like a complete idiot.
Hearts sparkled in Wang Lin's eyes. "Think about it! There used to be a place in the Jin Kingdom where, supposedly, lots of boys would... with each other..."
"Ahem, all right, enough." Ye Jun coughed and glanced at Wang Lin. "If it were me, I'd open a Starting Point Painting Studio. Think about it-the starting point for countless writers and poets. The very thought fills me with the noble sentiments of our kind."
"Noble sentiments? That Starting Point thing doesn't even have any moral scruples!"
Wang Lin expressed her contempt for the name. "You might as well call it Flying Reeds. My disciple happened to mention reeds in a poem. Maybe he could even write an inscription for you."
"But Flying Reeds doesn't sound nearly as profitable as Starting Point!"
Ye Jun sighed helplessly. "Forget it. Let's call it Tomato.