The feeling of burnout of missing hit, and Ye Qingli fell asleep.

Collapsed on the desk.

Still holding the brush in his hand, the black ink smudged out.

The original painting was destroyed.

It was a picture of sunflowers, bright and beautiful.

However, the original brilliance was ruined by a sudden black stroke.

Her table was facing the window, the window was ajar, the moonlight shone, and her eyebrows were soaked.

Ye Qingli frowned, tilted his head sideways and fell asleep on the painting.

The tranquil cheeks contrast with the moonlight.

A muffled voice came from the silent space.

The door opened.

A person's figure was outlined by the moonlight, she was dressed in purple, light gauze manlong, and her face was covered by a veil.

It makes people even more curious about the face behind this tulle.

She quietly came in and closed the door.

She glanced at the man who had fallen asleep like this, and the candle flame by the window was blown out by the wanton wind of the half-open window, so that only the moonlight shone in the room.

She has good night vision.

After quietly walking in, she clearly saw the woman in front of her eyebrows, and she didn't seem to be stable in her dream.

She was asleep, but she still held the brush tightly in her hand.

The bright golden colors in the darkness were particularly dazzling, but the bright painting was abruptly destroyed by the horizontal strokes.

The ink color is wanton, leaving marks on the rice paper.

She walked in, lowered her body and took off the brush that Ye Qingli was holding in her hand and put it on the pen shelf.

The movement was slight, and the only sound that produced was swallowed up by the darkness, and there was no trace.

She lowered her body, her hands ran across her waist, hooking her body, and the other hand was placed under her half-bent legs.

Forcefully, Ye Qingli was lightly hugged.

It's hard to imagine that a woman can have such strength.

She dragged Ye Qingli's body tightly, turned around and wanted to walk towards the bed.

The person in her arms had a peaceful face, as if he was asleep in a dream, and there was no sign of waking up.

The woman in purple lowered her head slightly, looking at the delicate and somewhat excessive face in her arms, her face was complicated.

She watched in silence for a few seconds.

Everything seemed so silent.

If it weren't for the sudden situation—

The sleeping woman curled up like a cat in her arms suddenly stretched out her hand and ripped off her veil with unmistakable accuracy!

At the same time, Ye Qingli's closed eyes suddenly opened, where was there still a little sleepiness in his amber eyes, that kind of bright awakening, which made people's hearts uncontrollably startled!

The woman in purple was no exception.

However, it was Ye Qingli who was even more surprised at the moment.

She stared at the person in front of her, as if she wanted to see through the person in front of her with her gaze, like a knife, sharply carving the eyebrows of the person in front of her.

Stroke after stroke.

Her voice was so distinctly incredulous.

Her voice became low and hoarse because of her fright, and she said in disbelief, "It's you?!" The Holy Maiden is actually you?! ”

Her eyes reflected the person in front of her, as if she wanted to see through that delicate face and see her hidden essence.

The saint did not admit or deny it, but smiled helplessly.

It's hard to tell whether it's connivance or compromise.

Ye Qingli wanted to find out something from her face, but in the end he just shook his head and said, "No, it's not you." She's not like that. ”

The saint smiled and said, "What is she not like?" ”