I was in the mirror, so good-looking, I couldn't believe it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But I'm better-looking, aren't I? Jinnan night.

Autumn confusion, you yourself, the best-looking.

I was surprised, but unconvinced.

Hmph, Jinnan night, I can't paint, how can you do anything?

Hum.

"Jinnan night, no wonder you are so good-looking. Did you draw it? ”

I don't know why, my words, at this time, seeming, extraordinary, angry.

Jin Nanye's fingertips gently slid on my eyebrows, circled, and kneaded: "I didn't paint." ”

"I don't believe it."

I pouted, but the young man's face was too clear to be painted at all.

The boy's lips pursed, his fingertips were soft, and he slowly drew them on my palm. The young man's eyes were extremely helpless, but extremely innocent: "How can you believe it?" ”

"Hmph."

I took Jin Nanye's hand and kneaded it vigorously on his countenance.

Jin Nanye looked at me deeply, smiled gently, but didn't speak, let me play, let me torture to my heart's content, his appearance.

However, no matter how I kneaded and patted, Jin Nanye's appearance still hasn't changed at all.

My eyes were focused on the "clear liquid" on the table.

The clear liquid is not water, but it can remove the traces of the brush.

My palm, poured full of liquid, slapped it fiercely, Jin Nanye's appearance, rubbed it to my heart's content, and played to my heart's content.

Jin Nanye, aren't you good-looking, you're good-looking, aren't you just bullying me?

However, Jin Nanye's appearance is still extremely clear, no, the young man's appearance has become clearer and more dazzling.

"Hmph, I didn't draw it."

I was angry, puffing out, extremely unhappy.

Hmph, Jinnan night, why are you so good-looking.

However, at this moment, the young man took my hand again and poured the liquid on the table into my palm.

However, this time, the boy's hand slid towards my face.

The clear liquid is very warm, but the young man's hand is clearer.

The boy took my palm, and his fingertips were very delicate, very gentle, for me, to remove the traces of the brush on my face.

In the mirror, my appearance was restored again, and it was once as beautiful.

"Jin Nanye, what are you doing here?"

I frowned and looked at the boy.

Jinnan night, why did you suddenly erase it for me not long after you painted it?

The young man's hand gently hugged my waist, and the voice in his ears was extremely light, very clear, and very gentle: "Autumn confusion, don't move." ”

Sure enough, the boy actually picked up the brush again, affectionately, and gently portrayed my appearance for me.

However, as soon as I finished painting, the young man erased it all for me again.

"Jinnan night, are you mentally ill?"

Suddenly, I didn't want to endure it anymore.

Jin Nanye, why are you so good to me, so good, I can't stand it, you are too fond of me.

The fingertips of the boy holding my palm suddenly slid up my eyebrows. The young man's gaze was deep, stupid, and my eyes flickered: "Autumn confusion, I'm not." I just want to paint your face for you. ”

In the mirror, the young man tirelessly held my palm, and constantly carved my face for me.

In the mirror, the boy tirelessly held my palm, constantly wiping the traces of the brush for me.

……

"Qiu Chao, this is your favorite 'Shaoguang drunk' when you were in the south."

The boy's voice was gentle and lingered in my ears. My palm, being gently and deeply clenched by the teenager, was clenched at his fingertips.

I raised my eyes and followed the light of the boy's eyes to look deeply.

On the table, there is a delicate and clear "Shaoguang drunk" brush.

……

"Qiu Chao, this is your favorite 'light and deep' when you are in the country of Waner."

The boy's voice was affectionately tied to my eyebrows. My fingertips, tender, and warm by the boy, were wrapped in the palm of his hand.

I raised my eyes and followed the light of the young man's eyes, and looked slowly.

On the table, there is a flawless "light and deep" brush.

……

"Qiu Yu, this is your favorite 'Shi Guangqing' when you were in Jinguo."

……

"Qiu Confusion, this is your favorite 'Kiss Juemei' when you robbed the country."

……

The voice of the teenager is gentle and affectionate.

And on the table, there are all kinds of time and space, and I used to be my favorite time brush.

The boy kept portraying my face for me. The boy kept wiping the traces of the brush for me.

After repeating it many times, I realized that every time the boy drew for me, it was not the same as the previous drawing.

"Jinnanye, what are you doing?"

Drawing, drawing, rubbing, rubbing, I suddenly, again panicked.

Jinnan night, are you going crazy? Or, are you having a seizure?

The young man's hand slowly wrapped my fingertips around his warm and clear palm. The young man's eyes are deep, and his appearance is deep, the bottom of his eyes, the bottom of his heart: "Autumn confusion, do you know that in every life, I will, hold your hand, for you, draw your face." I'm just, I can't draw enough, what should I do? ”

I stared blankly, at the boy, not knowing what I was supposed to say.

Wouldn't I be able to say anything to him at this time?

However, in the clear and flawless mirror, there are overlapping layers, layers of layers, ethereal and continuous, appearing, beautiful and exquisite pictures: I am in front of the table, and my appearance is extremely beautiful.

Behind me, a young man was extremely clear.

Boy, it's Jinnan night.

The boy took me to my lap, and I resisted, but he hugged me tighter.

The fingertips of the young man, holding my palm, very delicately, very delicately, very lingeringly, for me, portraying my appearance.

The fingertips of the teenager, gripping my fingertips, very carefully, very gently, very affectionately, for me, removed, traces of the brush.

Me and the boy in the mirror, the skirt, the brocade robe, are constantly changing.

But what doesn't change is my appearance.

However, what remains unchanged is the Jinnan night behind me. What remains the same, but it is, the affection in the young man's eyes.

However, what remains unchanged is that the young man looked at me, and his eyebrows were too gentle and careful.

However, what remains unchanged is that the young man's lips can't be dissolved, and he can't be painted.

"Jinnan night, are you, every life, paint for me?"

I don't think I should have asked about this sentence.

In the mirror, Jin Nanye and I are both here.

Jin Nanye's fingertips picked up my chin, his lips were gently curled, and his eyes were filled with indescribable bewitchment and endless sincerity: "What do you say?" Do you think I'm going to miss you? ”

"Hmph, you're really capable."

I pouted, and I was extremely contemptuous of Jinnan Night.

Jinnan night, what else can you do for me?

Jinnan night, will you do it for me?

The young man couldn't help laughing, and his fingertips, ambiguously, slid to my ear, and on my neck, softly, gently, gently hooked something: "Of course I can, I can't, how can you, let me draw for you?" (To be continued.) )