Throwing down the scissors, the housekeeper rushed up to the third floor.

There was nothing in the room, it was still the same as before.

Obviously, Luan Xiaotian never came back that night.

"Find!"

With just one word, the house housekeeper could feel Nan Yukong's extreme emotional collapse.

He can also be regarded as an old man who has watched the third young master grow up, and he can't guarantee that he understands his mind 100%, at least 50% of it can be accurate.

Nan Yukong, who stumbled downstairs, searched around the courtyard and found no figure.

He really regretted sending all the people his grandmother had arranged for him back now.

"Third Young Master! The third young master ...... "The housekeeper panted and rushed to Nan Yukong from the back of the villa, "Miss Luan, she is behind the house...... ...... in the back"

Luan Xiaotian's forehead was against the wall, and he was still holding a paintbrush in his hand, but he didn't move.

"Xiaotian?" Nan Yukong shouted cautiously, frowning.

Luan Xiaotian's back was lying together, and the rhythm was brisk.

Asleep?

Looking at it again, there is a small square on the canvas on the wall, and the square is full of orchids of different shapes.

Because of his words, she practiced orchids all night?

Nan Yukong smiled, laughing at her like a fool, a tendon.

The sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

Soon after, a girl was lying on the bed, covered in colored paint.

The girl's body is very thin, thin and small, and the clothes on her body can't support it at all.

Nan Yukong washed the paint on his hands, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the delicate little face, and unconsciously put his hand on it.

One, two, three, four......

The girl seemed to feel something, and her long eyelashes twitched twice, but she didn't open her eyes.

There was a crisp sound, and a burst of Wu Nong's voice followed, "Don't buckle, it hurts." ”

Nan Yukong's hand came with a crispy tingling touch, and he couldn't help laughing.

The paint on the face is dry and you can still sleep, I really don't care about that beautiful face.

But Luan Xiaotian still felt that someone was touching her, and the continuous pain had no intention of stopping.

She endured the sleepiness and finally opened her eyes, and a magnified smile was a few centimeters different from herself.

Her pupils shrank, and she rubbed herself back half a meter away.

"Mr. Nan, what are you doing!" Luan Xiaotian hugged his shoulders with both hands to protect himself, for fear that Nan Yukong would do something excessive.

Being so close made her breathe nervous.

If only it was closer...... That's all there is to it if it comes closer!

Nan Yukong pointed to the right side of his face at the frightened person of the fawn.

Luan Xiaotian followed his meaning and put his hand on the right side of his face, only then did he realize that his face was very hot.

One was nervous: "I'm not like this because of you!" ”

Oh! Why did you say it as soon as you were nervous!

Isn't it enough to think you're embarrassed?

The shame is all thrown to grandma's house!

"I know your face is covered with paint because of painting, no need to explain," turning around, Nan Yukong's eyes were full of warmth that couldn't be avoided, and the corners of his lips were hooked with an intoxicating smile, and he slowly went to the bathroom.

Nam Woo Kong's back disappeared around the corner of the bathroom, and suddenly she was messy.

Yes?!!

No matter how she listened, she thought Nan Yukong wanted to kiss her, so she blushed.

I really want to scold myself to death!

Damn Luan Xiaotian, Luan Xiaotian, it is really an extraordinary ability to fall asleep with his face on the paint.