"Accept me?"

Hua Qianli lowered her long eyelashes, and her long ink-colored hair was scattered casually, with an uninhibited casualness, peerless and independent.

"I hate you." Lin Shaoge opened his eyes, his clear eyes with naked hatred.

"Hate me?"

Hua Qianli muttered, stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, he hooked his lips, his peach blossom eyes sparkled, and with a mocking smile, he stared at the young man, and there was a thrilling beauty.

Lin Shaoge's heartbeat suddenly missed half a beat, so he turned his face away and didn't look at him.

"If you hate me, you have to hate me deeply."

So that I can take a place in your heart.

Even if it's just a little bit.

He rudely pinched Lin Shaoge's jaw, made him turn his head, and covered his thin lips.

There is no tenderness in the action, and the city is frantically attacked.

……

In an instant, an ambiguous voice sounded.

The water splashed in the tub, and the walls of the tub creaked and moaned.

……

After the incident, Lin Shaoge was cleaned up again, lying on the bed, bruised all over, looking shocking.

He couldn't lift his fingers, so he simply closed his eyes tightly and didn't look at the man.

Hua Qianli stared at him for a while before saying softly, "You are mine." ”

He walked out and took them with him.

After a while, he walked in from outside the door, holding a bowl of porridge, and when he saw the young man's sleeping face, he gently put the porridge on the wooden table.

In the middle of the night, the sky is filled with stars, and a cool wind blows.

The dark yellow light shone on Hua Qianli's delicate face, he sat on the edge of the bed, put his arms on the small wooden table, propped up his head, and a few strands of hair hung down, touching his fair and delicate face.

Hua Qianli suddenly woke up, opened her eyes suddenly, and saw that Lin Shaoge was still lying on the bed, so she was relieved.

He picked up the paintbrush and flower paper in the drawer, walked over gently, without making a sound, and stood in front of the window, tracing the face of the boy.

Time flowed quietly, and suddenly, the young man turned over, Hua Qianli was startled, but found that he just turned over, and he was relieved.

The young man's quiet and beautiful sleeping face jumped on the paper, and every stroke was smooth and tactful, which showed the superb skills of the painter.

Hua Qianli gently put the picture roll away, walked to the compartment, and opened the box.

Thousands of paintings are neatly arranged and arranged in an orderly manner. Hua Qianli put this painting on the top layer, frowned lightly and thought for a while.

When he opened the previous scrolls, there were portraits of some teenagers and girls.

After reading a few pictures, he was a little impatient, so he didn't open it anymore, took out Lin Shaoge's portrait, put it on the table next to him, lifted the heavy box, looked like he didn't have the slightest effort, his face was not red and he didn't breathe, and moved it outside the door.

"Got this done." There was not the slightest hesitation in the words.

"Yes, Master."

Hua Qianli watched the box of paintings be processed before returning to the house.

He quietly looked at the young man's sleeping face, gently kissed the young man's eyebrows, and left the place.

……

The next day, when Lin Shaoge woke up, he only felt as if he had been run over by something, and none of them were intact, all of them were sour and numb, and bruises were all over his body.

He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't, so he had to give up and look ahead, expressionless.

There was a creak and the door was pushed open.

Lin Shaoge glanced lazily and then withdrew his gaze, still without the slightest expression.

The man was still dressed in red, his eyebrows were bewitching and a little lazy, his slender figure was straight, and he was holding a bowl of light porridge with his white fingers.