Ne Zha hums softly to himself, his head resting in Ao Bings' lap. He had stolen Taiyis magic brush hours ago... To be alllll alone inside the painting scroll landscape with Ao Bing... Who's petting Ne Zhas hair with one hand, the magic brush in the other, changing the landscape however he pleases... Even making a small little heart tree.

Ne Zha has never felt better in his life... Being in his adult form by finally having that annoying Qiankun hoop off his neck and instead on his wrist, sleeping peacefully with Ao Bing petting his hair... In some beautiful, colorful fantasy land where it's just the two of them.

"Mn.. BingBing.. Give me the brush, I wanna do stuff with it!" Ne Zha yawns, reaching for the magic brush in Ao Bings' hands, only for it to be swatted away.

He sits up, a grumpy look on his face as he glares at Ao Bing.