After the kiss, Yin Jiujin hugged her and looked into her eyes. "Am I not as important as a painting? Huh?"
"No—"
Before Yan Jinyu could say anything, her lips were covered again.
She could only sigh helplessly and cooperate with him.
Yin Jiujin finally stopped after the long kiss.
He sat her on his lap with his back against the sofa.
Yin Jiujin was mostly dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. Yan Jinyu had never seen him in a black shirt until today.
He felt even more charming than before.
"Brother Nine, stop fooling around. The more I look at that painting, the more I feel that I seem to have seen the person in it somewhere. However, I should have only glanced at her casually. Otherwise, with my memory, I wouldn't have forgotten about it."
Yin Jiujin turned serious. He held her with one hand and tidied her messy hair with the other. "Could it be when you were on Ghost Slaughter Island?"
