However, he didn't look like he was playing dumb when he saw him sizing me up with his cold eyes.
###Chapter152,Yearning and Hatred
His sapphire-like bright eyes were as deep as the sea, and I could not understand the meaning of them.
He pointed to the calligraphy stationery on the table and said, "I'll be drawing. You draw my portrait."
"Eh? It's not a painting..."
He stopped abruptly when he said that, but... didn't he want to draw me? Why did he turn into a painting of him now?
He raised his eyebrows and looked at me. That expression was supposed to be cold, but there was a trace of charming Demon Aura on his perfect face.
Swallowing his saliva, he closed his eyes and hypnotized, "That's my son, my son. A rabbit doesn't eat grass beside its nest, and a tiger does not eat its own
