Her little hand was grasped in her hand, soft as a ball of cotton, which made Ink Frost want to pinch it a little.

Thinking of yesterday, I pinched her and cried.

The ink flow frost's eyes darkened a little, and finally taught her to hold the brush correctly.

Mo Liushuang let go of her hand, and there was still some reluctance in her heart.

"Let's draw."

Mo Liushuang raised his eyebrows, just read it, and said yes, he wanted to see how she would.

"Okay."

Su Nuo responded softly, and her voice was sweet, like honey.

Her small hands, tired of the brush, brushed several times, and soon an identical painting jumped into view.

Ink Liushuang frowned, it turned out to be real.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Mo Liushuang's face was full of anger, and in his long narrow eyes, he was annoyed by the sharp cold light.

"You've learned it before."

This is not an interrogative sentence.

"Nope." Seeing that he suddenly became fierce again, Su Nuo shrunk his neck, a little timid.

"Oh, yes."

Ink Frost lifted the paper on the table and spread it out again, this time using a new way of drawing.

This is the teacher my father found for himself since he was a child, and his self-created painting skills are not passed on.

Wanting to grab her fox tail, the corners of Mo Liushuang's mouth were slightly hooked, and there was a sneer, glowing with coldness.

Soon he drew a strange rock, and then threw away the brush, with a single eyebrow and a sharp starry eye.

"Paint."

The voice was a little cold.

Su Nuo noticed the change in him, and she felt a little apprehensive in her heart, she felt that Mo Liushuang was like a doll.

This temper is uncertain.

Su Nuo's white and soft little hands continued to hold the paintbrush, and after a while, the identical rockery jumped on the paper.

Ink Liushuang held the drawing paper in both hands, and his eyebrows were inquiring.

Su Nuobai's little hands were twisted together, a little nervous.

"...... again"

"I don't paint anymore, my hands hurt."

Su Nuo pouted, and her white and soft little face was red, like a spring breeze in March and peach blossoms in April.

The apricot eyes were slightly raining, just for a moment, and it was smoky.

"Okay, let's stop drawing."

In my heart, there is a burst of softness for no reason.

"Su Nuo, do you like me?"

The ink cream raised his eyes slightly, his eyelashes were lightly raised, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes were with a bit of smelting, which was extremely confusing.

Su Nuo was kneading his little hands, and suddenly heard Mo Liushuang's words, tilted his head strangely, and looked at Mo Liushuang suspiciously with wet eyes.

Originally, Mo Liushuang's heart was soft for a while, but looking at her stupid appearance at this time, for a while, her brows twisted.

was just about to speak, but saw Su Nuo speak again.

"Needless to say, I just like you."

Soft, glutinous voice, ink frost is slightly sweet in the heart.

But thinking about Su Nuo's grinding appearance just now, his slender fingers pinched the tender flesh on her cheeks, and snorted coldly, "Don't pant in the future, do you hear?" ”

Su Nuo was pinched in his face, his mouth was curled, and his eyes were clear, and he was quickly dyed with a layer of mist.

"Okay."

Poor Baba's promise.

"I'll have someone bring you something to eat." Mo Liushuang was afraid that she would cry, so she quickly let go of her hand.

"Okay." Su Nuo nodded heavily, and his eyes were also happy, and his smile turned into a crooked crescent, so cute that he melted.

"Hmm."

Mo Liushuang strode out, and when he reached the door, he turned around slightly and looked at Su Nuo.

Su Nuo was already sitting on his chair, holding his chin with both hands, and his little short legs under the belly of the table were also swaying.