Ling Yunxuan took a bath and poured out the bathing water.

Liu Qingchen left with the barrel.

It was a full hour later, when it was completely dark, and he came back with half a bucket of hot water.

"How long does it take to get hot water?" Ling Yunxuan asked him.

Putting down the bathtub, Liu Qingchen walked to the table to check the new painting he had just made.

No graffiti.

He walked over to the barrel and drew the curtain.

"Ask you, why is it so long?" Ling Yunxuan asked again.

"Brush the bucket." Liu Qingchen replied.

Ling Yunxuan pouted: "Am I so dirty?" A used bucket is worth an hour? ”

Liu Qingchen ignored him.

Sitting at the table, Ling Yunxuan picked up the paintbrush.

Through the gap, seeing his movements, Liu Qingchen opened the curtain: "What are you doing?" ”

Holding a paintbrush, Ling Yunxuan looked at him.

Picking up a blank piece of paper, his face was full of innocence: "Borrow your paintbrush and use it." ”

As long as he doesn't graffiti on the paintings, Liu Qingchen doesn't bother to care about him.

Closing the curtain, he sank his shoulders into the water and enjoyed the hot water soak.

Liu Qingchen took a bath, Ling Yunxuan was rarely silent, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Sitting at the table, he focused on drawing something.

After washing, Liu Qingchen dressed, and Ling Yunxuan handed him a painting: "Give it to you." ”

took the painting and took a look, Liu Qingchen tore it apart angrily.

Ling Yunxuan painted him taking a bath.

On the shelf next to it, there are also skirts of secular women.

"Ling Yun Xuan!" Liu Qingchen gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Don't tear it!" The painting was torn off, and Ling Yunxuan's face was full of loss: "I took a lot of effort to draw it." ”

Picking up the torn painting, he held it in his hand and looked at Liu Qingchen: "What a good painting, how did you tear it." ”

Clenching his fists, Liu Qingchen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He's adjusting his mood so that he can't help but do it again.

Ling Yunxuan took the painting, put it on the table and put it together, and muttered in his mouth: "With such a big temper, if it is a girl, who would dare to marry?" ”

It was about to explode, Liu Qingchen lifted the bath bucket and went out to pour out the water.

Standing by the ditch, he took a few deep breaths of cold air and suppressed the anger in his heart.

By the time he returned to the room, Ling Yunxuan had already glued the painting together.

"The woman after the bath is the most beautiful." He smiled toothily at Liu Qingchen: "I admire myself for being able to draw such a beautiful bathing picture." ”

"I'm a man." Liu Qingchen replied coldly: "Please respect yourself." ”

Ling Yunxuan pouted: "The fragrance in the house is like a daughter's boudoir, when did you become a man?" ”

Suppressing the anger of leaving, Liu Qingchen ignored him, stripped off and covered the quilt on the bed.

It's not early, it's time to rest.

Ling Yunxuan no longer messed around, and got up and got into the bed.

slept until midnight, Liu Qingchen felt wrong.

An arm was on his chest, rubbing it honestly.

Suddenly opening his eyes, he was sure that someone was holding him from behind.

"What are you doing?" Sitting up angrily, Liu Qingchen asked.

Ling Yunxuan slept in a daze, and muttered as if in a dream: "It's too cold on the ground, and if you sleep for a few days, you will have cold legs, so I'll make do with you." ”

He said as he wrapped the quilt around his body.

Liu Qingchen was speechless.

In the sect, you can meet such a scoundrel!

Sitting on the bed, he was no longer sleepy.

Ling Yunxuan slept soundly, and he didn't feel half guilty at all for occupying his bed.

I don't know if he really fell asleep, but his hand was on Liu Qingchen's thigh.

Just put it on it, and the hand was still kneading dishonestly like just now.

Liu Qingchen had goosebumps.