Clenched his fists slightly, suppressed those thoughts, and the boy continued to paint.

Chu Xian turned sideways and stared at him with a smile in her eyes, she was not very sober, but the more she stared at him when she was not awake, the more seductive she became.

The boy's breathing slowly became heavier, but he was still holding it down.

The little woman, who was half-propped up with her arms propped up, didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly sat up and saw that she was about to leave the bed.

"Don't move." The boy frowned, his voice was muffled, and his eyes were dim.

Chu Xianjiao smiled and hooked the corners of her lips: "I want to move." ”

The fourth master has an ascetic and cold temperament, and he is tight.

She was barefoot, stepping on the petals of a flower on the ground, and approached him step by step. Then naturally sat on his lap, leaned into his arms, and looked over the table.

I thought he was practicing calligraphy, but she was still a little jealous in her heart, and when she came over, she realized that he was actually painting. And the content of the painting, formally, she is lying on a soft couch with her body half-propped up, surrounded by those flowers.

I'm almost done, I think it's been a long time.

Chu Xian's consciousness became more and more sober, nestled in his arms, subconsciously raised his head, and reached out to touch his perfect jawline.

She's not dreaming, it's true.

The fourth master's body temperature and breath told her that this was not her imagination.

I don't know what it is, where the flowers came from, why he painted her, but it's all true.

She lowered her hand and tried to get down from him so as not to interfere with his painting. She doesn't know Chinese painting, but she thinks that the fourth master paints well, and she has both god and form.

How did this man grow up?

He is not yet twenty years old, how can there be so many?

Good calligraphy, good painting, good errands, good looks, and good physical strength......

Is there anything bad about him?

She tried to get up, but the man's powerful left arm held her firmly in her arms.

"Grandpa......"

"Don't move." He continued to paint with his right hand, clasped her with his left hand, his voice low and hoarse with indescribable emotion, and the breath that sprayed on her neck made her face red in an instant.

She knew what it meant.

Not daring to move any more, Chu Xian thought for a while: "The painting is not finished yet, Xian'er went back and lay down." "When you paint, you always need a model. And she nestled in his arms, and he would be very tired from painting and hugging him like this.

The man's low voice sounded, and there were simply two words: "No." ”

Well?

She looked up.

Does he want to paint with his imagination?

The young man glanced down at her: "You don't need to look at it, you can draw it." ”

And now, she felt good in his arms like a cat, soft and boneless.

I always felt that there was a hidden meaning in these words, Chu Xian turned her face away, went to look at the painting, and looked at the tip of the pen.

The fourth master also stopped talking, and the tip of the pen was like flowing water.

Not only can he draw, but he can also draw well.

It's just that there's something wrong.

When Chu Xian felt that this painting was perfect and had been completed, she saw that he added a few more strokes to her wrist and added a string of beads.

Chu Xian subconsciously touched her wrists, and the two were empty, and there were no beads or jade bracelets.

Why does he want to paint snakes?

Just as he was puzzled, he put down the pen, stretched out his right arm, pulled out the second layer of the cabinet next to him, took out a delicate box and handed it to her.

Chu Xian took it and opened it subconsciously.

A string of bracelets lies quietly in a delicate box.

This bracelet, she has seen.