Fan Shunxin's smile was arrogant, twists and turns, and because of Xuan Zhongshi's urging, he made great progress and went further.

"What's wrong? yes, you can't wait to see the little sister? ”

“……”

Xuan Zhongshi has chosen to ignore Fan Shunxin and only look at his paintings.

Speechless for a moment, he sarcastically said lukewarmly.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, is it against your fate to hide your secrets?"

"I don't understand this, you translate it."

What Fan Shunxin hated was the tone of Xuan Zhongshi.

How could he not understand that sentence?

The mad heart of the Xuan Middle Ages.

His mouth was dry and he wanted to get some water......

So he didn't mean to say this, he didn't expect that Fan Shunxin would be like this, and he would do it.

"You ......"

As soon as he turned his head, he happened to meet Fan Shunxin's meaningful eyes.

Let Xuan Zhongshi be completely frozen.

He can say that his eyes are still very good-looking, at least when he looks at each other, Fan Shunxin has no resistance--let Xuan go to see it in the middle of the world!

"Peach Blossom Eyes?"

It's not this kind of verve, Xuan Zhongshi's eyes are blurred.

His phoenix eyes made Fan Shunxin hiss, and the next moment, he rolled his eyes.

"Heh, I'll draw."

For some reason, he was still flustered, and after a brief glance at Xuan Zhongshi's face, he died down, and there was not much of the domineering he had just had.

"Hmm."

Xuan Zhongshi was also afraid that Fan Shunxin would turn his head, so he answered softly.

And the next moment, only the sound of "dangchang" was heard, and the ink droplets were falling, submerging into the inkstone, causing ripples.

The sound of "swish" also emanated in front of me.

Xuan Zhongshi sighed weakly, he could guarantee that Fan Shunxin had just seen his situation - after all, his lips had exploded and there were blood stains.

What he thinks, Xuan Zhongshi can only rely on guessing.

"I hope he can't draw...... Draw an ugly girl, as long as it's not her......"

Xuan Zhongshi's voice was subtle.

Prayer is in the bottom of my heart, and love is in front of me.

Fan Shunxin had already put down his pen, and on the drawing paper in front of him, there were already traces of several ink strokes that had not dried.

He doesn't care about painting, there are methods, there are centers, there are counter-fronts, and there are many methods that the Xuan Middle Ages can't recognize, which can allow him to quickly draw a picture, which is a figure painting - what a sketch!

The sound of "rustling" lingered in the ears of Xuan Zhongshi.

He felt that he was really hungry, and his body was accompanied by the speed of Fan Shunxin's pen, and he quickly leaned forward uncontrollably, and he didn't recognize his tendency for a while.

"Huh?"

Fan Shunxin paints vigorously, and his body produces vitality and infinite energy.

It's a cold soft thing, deceived and a little distorted.

Clung to him, weak breathing, silent accumulation.

He sat on a rock, and there was another stone on top of it, and the waist of the Xuan Middle World was against his shoulder.

These touches were never expected by the Xuan Middle Ages.

His eyes were black, confusing, and his blurred vision made him feel that something was wrong, and it was just around the corner, and Fan Shunxin would draw it soon.

But when he leaned on it, something was wrong--

The "rustle", the hurried voice, occasionally paused for a moment, as if disturbed by some sudden event.

The next moment, Xuan Zhongshi's body woke up like a dream.

"Oh, it's presumptuous."

I just feel my heart tremble.

His body is restrained, but he knows everything in front of him.

Heart, faint ripples.

floating, the body naturally leaned up, and his severely collapsed torso, as well as the things in front of him that kept stinging, made Xuan Zhongshi feel that something was wrong, he seemed to be dehydrated and low blood sugar.

He didn't want to disturb Fan Shunxin's painting.

Xuan Zhongshi respected Fan Shunxin's paintings.

But he, passing?

The body of the Xuan Middle Ages, struggling.

He didn't think this was a good thing, pulling it out of Fan Shunxin's body, a difficult feeling, dizziness.

His eyes lit up, and his body was already desperate.

Thinking of Fan Shunxin's ridicule, Xuan Zhongshi gritted his teeth.

However, he was still worried about this - what he was painting was not the girl's face that he had found in the first place.

If it were her, "reunited after a long absence", a person who suddenly appeared from the painting, would he think it looked good?

Also, Fan Shunxin's hands were trembling, as if he couldn't hold a pen, and his movements were tangled and clumsy.

The heart of the Xuan Middle World has long been in chaos!

For a moment, his body seemed to be fixed by nails, on the ground, clutching the soles of his shoes on the ground.

His body shook dangerously again, but in the end he did not fall.

I have palpitations.

Still wanted to express his apology, but it just so happened that Xuan Zhongshi reached out to help, he grabbed a handful of air, and his body maintained balance at this time.

"Well, I'm sorry."

He said softly, twitching his hand.

I want to withdraw my hand.

This is a matter of course, of course, the slightest touch in Xuan Zhongshi's hands is unknown to him.

"Woo ......"

"You?"

"I--ah, headband?"

Fan Shunxin's pen is still running, running like flying.

However, his body trembled, and a strange feeling hit him.

"You pulled out my headband......"

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry--"

Xuan Zhongshi was top-heavy, and he thought it was Fan Shunxin's scolding.

At least Fan Shunxin is chic by nature, and the conversation he just had with him revealed the origin of this.

But it's still different, he is thoughtful, and the "hairband" has been left in his hand by Xuan Zhongshi.

Trembling hands, wry laughter.

Fan Shunxin's eyes looked back, and then, what fell into his eyes was an unbelievable teenager.

The boy's body was long, but his lips were pale and bloodless.

His hair, in varying shades, quickly covered half of Xuan's face, and under the dim sky, his delicate was enough to light up the night in front of him.

This is a fragile teenager, but he deserves Fan Shunxin's protection.

"This, there's actually --"

Fan Shunxin's fingers trembled slightly, and he could barely hold the brush.

Xuan Zhongshi's face was covered with countless sweat stains, drops of sweat, shining crystal clear, and his face was wet with his weakness.

"Poor."

Fan Shunxin felt it, a few strands of hair, the hairband was taken away by Xuan Zhongshi, and could not become the prototype of a green onion, gradually, softly divided into two strands, very clearly, the divided line.

North and South only.

"I, I didn't mean to--"

"Don't say it, it's useless anyway."

Fan Shunxin put down his pen and carefully did not wet the portrait of the jaw.

And his voice was instantly suppressed.

"I'll give it to you."

"Wh

The next moment, Fan Shunxin's mysterious voice made Xuan Zhongshi understand what he meant.

He said to give it to him to eat - doesn't that have a double meaning?

He laughed dumbly.

"This is a cure for all diseases."

"I'm not sick."

"No, you have a heart disease."