Her eyes lit up.

- Do whatever you want to do, and I'll never be mad at you.

Jiang Nuan's heart fell to the ground, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he looked at the next sentence.

- Nuan Nuan is nineteen years old, she is a big girl, she can fall in love, but remember, refuse early marriage and early childbearing! Good night.

Jiang warmed his heart and bloomed, and sweet flowers seemed to bloom in the air.

As soon as she put down her phone, she heard the sound of the door opening.

So, as soon as Li Xichen, who disappeared in the middle of the night, appeared, he was hugged by his little beauty.

Jiang Nuan put her arms around his neck, leaned over to his cheek, and kissed him heavily.

"Li Xichen, I know what to draw!"

Li Xichen's dark eyes stared at her, "Huh? ”

What's going on with this extremely excited emotion?

And also......

He keenly sensed a hint of threat in her emotions.

Someone was able to influence her mood.

Influence, still above him!

Li Xichen lowered his eyelashes, covering the treacherous anger under his eyes, and pretending to listen gently.

Jiang Nuan didn't notice his abnormality.

She clenched two small white fists, like a little hamster, her eyes lit up, "I will definitely win!" ”

It's a fresh, exhilarating experience.

If she wants to win, she must surpass her former self.

She may not have been able to do it before, but now she has a new inspiration.

And the only, the most beautiful, about warmth and love!

She used a finger pen to delicately trace Li Xichen's perfect facial features, sliding over his forehead, eyes, nose, and lips one by one......

In her eyes, there was a strong longing, which could even be described as "greed".

"Li Xichen, I said, I will give you the most unique!"

Jiang Nuan jumped down from Li Xichen's arms and rushed to flip through her album.

Li Xichen raised his eyelids, and the bottom of his eyes was warm and cruel.

Jiang Nuan obviously wants to use him as a carrier to paint things specifically for him.

This realization soothed the "demon" in his heart.

The corners of his mouth provoked a gentle and dangerous arc.

He looked at Jiang Nuan, took out his paintbrush, and concentrated on the drawing board.

His baby, concentrating all his thoughts on him.