Meow Seventeen stared at him with wide eyes.

His words lightly suppressed her complicated and embarrassing feelings, and brought infinite pride and joy.

Wow, this prince is really good at talking when he doesn't have a poisonous tongue!

Like!

She happily took the rag to Murong Li, hid the side she had painted underneath, and turned the other side that had not been painted up, urging repeatedly, "Lord Wang, draw quickly!" ”

Murong Li nodded, put his fingers on the cloth, and did not turn the cloth over to see her clumsy painting skills, so as not to poke her sore feet.

He glanced at her, "Change back to your original form and strike the pose you want." ”

Meow Seventeen happily "meowed", slipped back to its original shape, and walked around the blanket twice with soft paws, as if she was thinking about what posture to put on, and suddenly she was lying on her stomach slightly, staring at her round eyes and making a domineering look of "hungry tiger pounced"-

"Laid out, just draw me like this!"

She shook her ears and looked at Murong Li with sparkling eyes.

Murong Li glanced at her soft cuteness that couldn't be concealed no matter how domineering she was, gently hooked her lips, and then calmly put down her pen on the rag, and easily painted a little milk cat on the cloth with one stroke.

Because it is a simple outline of the shape, there is no need to paint and other work, and Murong Li put down the pen in less than half an hour.

Meow Seventeen pounced in front of him as soon as possible, jumped on his knees, and couldn't wait to stretch her neck to see.

"Meow!"

Looking at the lifelike little milk cat on the rags, Meow Seventeen was both happy and shocked!

It's so beautiful!

She was just confused by her beauty at such a glance, and compared with her previous clumsy painting skills, she used her paws to touch herself on the cloth, and looked back at Murong Li in amazement, that look was simply amazing.

Oh my God, it's the same hand, how can he draw such a beautiful picture?

Murong Li was pleased by her adoring and surprised eyes, and when he saw that her paws were about to be touched, he stretched out his hand and grabbed her paws, "Don't touch them, the charcoal will stain the paws." ”

Meow Seventeen obediently let him grasp his soft little claws, her big watery eyes looked at him without blinking, and after looking at it for a few seconds, she let out a heartfelt admiration, "You are really amazing!" Why do you draw so beautifully? ”

Murong Li tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to go up, and said calmly, "Is it amazing?" It's just ordinary, just barely getting by. ”

Meow Seventeen shook his head desperately, "No, no, no, it's not ordinary, you're obviously super powerful!" ”

Murong Li's efforts were nullified, and the corners of his mouth finally curled up uncontrollably.

He pinched Meow Seventeen's paw pad and asked her curiously, "What do you paint yourself?" ”

Meow Seventeen then remembered the right thing, "I want to learn embroidery!" I just promised you. ”

Murong Li was stunned after hearing this, wait, isn't it the embroidered tiger cub that we said?

Meow Seventeen seemed to have peeked into his heart, she changed into a little girl, and her little hand picked up the charcoal very domineeringly and added an obvious "king" word on the forehead of the little milk cat.

While looking at Murong Li, she pointed to the deer as a horse without pretentiousness, "Look, I said that I would embroider the big tiger for you." ”

“……”

Murong Li silently glanced at the little milk cat and the word "Wang", resolutely did not respond to her, and casually opened the curtain of the car next to him to look outside, "The weather is really good today." ”

Meow Seventeen tugged at his sleeve a little weakly, "Just embroider this big tiger, okay?" ”

Murong remained motionless, looked at the scenery outside and said, "The scenery here is also beautiful." ”

“……”

Meow Seventeen knew that she was disgusted, she snorted, loosened his sleeve and stopped asking him for an answer, Mei Zizi sat cross-legged on the blanket and pinched the rags and began to embroider "Big Tiger".

The big tiger, hum, is the big tiger, not the kitten.