Before Ling Luoyu's words fell, Mo Xuanchen suddenly began to undress.

Ling Luoyu was stunned: "Mo Xuanchen...... Why are you undressing?! ”

Mo Xuanchen was very serious: "For the sake of your painting to be more like, the small decision is out of the way!" I'm going to sacrifice myself to serve you well......"

Ling Luoyu: "...... Roll ......"

Kicking Mo Xuanchen over, she got up to find something.

"What are you looking for?!"

"Carbonstone!"

Looking at the dozen or so carbon stones of different thicknesses that Ling Luoyu had prepared, Mo Xuanchen was a little surprised.

"Yu'er, what are you doing here!?"

"Portrait of your mother......"

"You...... Don't use a brush?! ”

"I don't know that!"

She's okay with sketching.

If you have the same attainments as the whole brush stroke, you still owe a lot of heat.

Following his memory, Ling Luoyu used carbon stone as the tip of his pen to draw the appearance of his ears on the rice paper little by little.

As the bits and pieces of the silhouette formed, Mo Xuanchen suddenly didn't dare to look at it again.

Even though he can hide his emotions well in his heart and not expose them easily, he still can't stand this kind of torment.

As the minutes passed, he was restless there, walking around from time to time, but he didn't dare to disturb her after all.

It wasn't until the lights came on and the candles were lit that Ling Luoyu put his pen to light.

"That's it!"

Mo Xuanchen's anxious circle finally stopped: "Okay?!" ”

Ling Luoyu got up: "I'll go out and take a rest, you can see for yourself first......"

The catharsis of emotions does not need to be accompanied by anyone!

Even the closest lover can make him feel distracted.

Therefore, Ling Luoyu chose to avoid it.

Out of the bamboo house, Ling Luoyu raised his head to look at the stars in the sky, and the corners of his lips unconsciously faded into a smile.

"It's kind of fun...... If I hadn't protected his mother's fetal gas 2,000 years ago, maybe there would be nothing to do with him now......"

She seems to have forgotten that she is still the culprit of letting her mother touch the fetal gas.

Thinking of her first encounter with Mo Xuanchen, the eyebrows under her eyes couldn't help but flicker with starlight.

The figure in the shade of the tree at the beginning, now that I think about it, it is so tasteful.

I was thinking about Meimei, but a noisy sound suddenly came.

"There is a fire in the bamboo house! Hurry up and gather people around the bamboo house......"

Listening to this movement, it is coming straight to it.

"Mo Xuanchen ......"

She was just about to enter, but the candle flame in the room suddenly went out, and she was also pulled into the enchantment by Mo Xuanchen.

"Shh

He whispered and pressed her against the door, his gaze looking beyond her through the crack in the door.

In the bright lights, Long Tian led people to come, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Who said there was a ghost fire in the bamboo house?"

A guard stepped forward tremblingly: "If you go back to the eldest young master, it is the little one who sees it......"

"Nonsense!! The bamboo house has not had light for hundreds of years, how can there be a ghost fire now?! ”

Ghost fire?!

Ling Luoyu looked at Mo Xuanchen.

He was still staring outside.

The joke froze, and she stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

The dragonfly's watery kiss made Mo Xuanchen tremble, and he suddenly lowered his eyes.

The light of the fire outside crossed the gap and spilled onto her face, adding a kind of indifferent and soft beauty.

It seems that in front of him at this time, it is no longer a woman with a stunning appearance, but a wife who is as indifferent as water and calm.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

The touch of the lip flap is no longer the spark burst of the past, but the tranquil fragrance that refreshes the heart.

This is his woman.

You can go hand in hand, walk side by side, smile at the wind and clouds, and proudly look at the women in the world.