Youfeng was so bored that he lay on the table and lit the blue and white flowers on the teacup, and suddenly thought of a song again, at this time, Dong Chou's blue and white porcelain matched so well.

"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white strokes, the peony depicted on the bottle body is just like your first makeup, the sandalwood through the window I know, the pen on the rice paper is half shelved..."

The clear singing voice, the melody is simple and elegant, low, and it is especially nice in the silent room.

Youfeng was in a good mood, so he took out the charcoal pen he carried with him and carefully sketched it on the rice paper spread out on the bamboo table.

The thick black charcoal pen slowly decreased in her hand, and a figure appeared on the rice paper, concisely outlining the strokes, lifelike.

The characters on the picture, a pair of conspicuous and sharp Danfeng eyes, are full of spirit, even the fluttering short hair is conspicuous to detail, and the light and dark lines are handled appropriately.

Youfeng put down the charcoal pen with satisfaction, picked up the rice paper and commented more satisfactorily, "The sketch kung fu has not retreated at all, haha, I am really a genius!" ”

An immodest self-praise, and a few more careful changes before putting it down.

After satisfying himself, Yufeng rolled up the drawing paper and inserted it in the painting bucket, humming the song in his mouth, and was in a good mood to wash his charcoal-stained fingers.

When he turned around, he slammed into a warm body, and the light scent of ink bamboo rushed into the tip of his nose, which smelled good.

"Ahh The wind was startled and didn't say anything, and the man covered his mouth and nose.

"Shh The other broad palm moved to the back of her head to support her, and the heat of her breath hit her ear.

Youfeng shrank his ears uncomfortably, but he thought that he was being held hostage now, was this considered a burglary? The excitement had not yet subsided, and his eyes stared at the visitor.

The man let go of her, and left a little distance, and saw a stunning scene of half-exposed clothes, beautiful eyes, and crimson faces, and he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while, and when he saw Youfeng glaring at him angrily, he chuckled again.

"What's funny, damn it!" Youfeng opened his mouth angrily, but he didn't dare to act rashly, the person in front of him was the purple-clothed man who showed off his peerless light skills at the cliff suspension bridge today.

"What are you drawing?" The man in purple was covered with a silver mask, and his voice was so strange that he couldn't tell his age.

"You have to take care of it!" The wind is very unhappy, what's wrong with these people today, they are coming to chat one after another, especially the one in front of them, they are clearly here to find fault!

The man in purple seemed to be completely indifferent to her malicious tone, and walked over to the bucket and took out the only scroll in it.

Seeing this, Youfeng hurriedly grabbed it, "Why are you touching my painting?" ”

But the difference in height, the very sad height is not enough! If you have the height of your previous life...

Youfeng was depressed, and the whole person who was not convinced jumped up to take the painting he held high, and muttered, "Taller than me!" He snorted twice, "Don't look at it, return me!" ”

The physiological difference in the height of men and women made Youfeng very frustrated to watch him skillfully unfold the painting with one hand.

Very unexpectedly, the wind actually covered his cheeks and wailed, "Don't look at it!" ”

Youfeng turned his head away from looking at him, this time he was embarrassed and thrown into a different time and space, Nuo Xin and Qiao'er are their own people, they often see her painting these, and it is not embarrassing to say that they are embarrassed, not to mention Su Li, she often writes to encourage her to draw more and send it to her.

But now being seen by an outsider who has held her hostage, isn't it a shame? For a while, I even forgot to shout for help!

"What kind of monster is this?" The man in purple looked at the portrait of the person on the painting, with big eyes, a pointed nose, long white hair, strange clothes, and something in his hand that he didn't know what kind of weapon he could barely call a weapon.

"What a monster, this is obviously my male god idol!" When Yufeng heard him say this, he didn't care about being embarrassed or not ashamed, how could the cold and handsome Captain Tezuka be a monster!! was angry for a while, and directly used the words used in his previous life.

"Male god?" The tone grew cold imperceptibly.

"The male god is the most favorite and most worshiped male object!" The wind took advantage of his startled moments and quickly reached out to grab the painting that was raised high, humming, while gently sorting out the painting that was a little wrinkled due to the struggle.

"Not allowed!" The tone was cold and sharp.

Youfeng wisely stayed away from him, "What are you not allowed to do?" ”

I don't understand what I'm talking about, what kind of nerves does this person have, and besides, we don't know each other, and we shouldn't let her see it!

Looking at the characters in the painting, it's still my captain Tezuka, who is cool, but it would be perfect if there were other colors of paint.

"I say, don't worship him, don't like him!" The man in purple gritted his teeth, and his aura instantly cooled down.

The wind shuddered, as if he felt that if it weren't for the mask on his face, he would have been killed by that look.

But the evil aura in his body is real, the wind holds the painting behind his back, shudders, slowly moves to the side, dare not talk back anymore, in the face of absolute strength, it is still a small life!

But then she regretted it again, how could the place where she retreated be a corner?

Seeing him stride towards him unceremoniously, Yufeng shrank for a moment, ready to reason with him, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his lips were grabbed.

was shocked, her eyes widened, as if she was frightened, she was actually kissed by someone! Fortunately, he came back to his senses quickly.

Woo, his lips were blocked and he couldn't speak, and he wanted to stretch out his hands to push him, but he couldn't even move his hands, his hands and feet were bound tightly by him, and he couldn't push at all.

The man in purple held her face, imprisoned her body, pressed his thin lips fiercely, intertwined his lips and teeth, and kissed extremely presumptuously.

After a while, he felt the pain of his lips being sucked, and the wind struggled hard, trying to end this uncomfortable scene, but found that there was no way, but he was bound more tightly.

"What are you talking about so happy? Well? His metal mask against her forehead, his voice low and magnetic.

But he was soon covered with anger again, and he couldn't vent it, so he panicked even more, so he acted without going through his brain, and made this kind of behavior that he despicable.

Who did she talk to?

When the wind saw that he was relieved, he broke free from his imprisoned arm even harder.

However, this kind of resistance further aroused the anger of the men who were already close to each other, and they were even tighter.

The whole body fit without gaps, the mouth was full of his taste, the tongue was weak and moved violently with his tongue, the lips were almost numb to the point of no feeling, she felt that she was about to suffocate to death if she kissed again.

However, the person on his body continued to be immersed in his crazy kiss motionlessly, and he was so angry that he couldn't get up in one breath, and he was suffocated.