"Hmm..."

Xing Xiang woke up in the middle of the night and found that he was actually lying on the bed, although he was covered with a quilt, he did not take off his clothes, and he slept in his clothes.

"When did I get back to bed?"

She sat up slowly, rubbed her swollen temples, and felt like she was getting more and more tired when she woke up.

"Hmm... How does it smell like tulips? ”

She found that the smell of perfume was gone, but there was a faint smell of tulips.

Lifting the quilt, Xing Xiang walked to Chaoyangtai and found that the easel and painting materials were placed there untouched, while the apron that was originally worn on his body was placed on the chair.

Glancing at the half-finished product, Xing Xiang smiled self-deprecatingly,......

Chapter 112 of "The Day of Working for the Painting Immortal": The sound of the door opening in the middle of the night is hitting the hand, please wait for a while,

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