With a "click", Wang Yan unbuttoned the first button, revealing a snow-white neck, which looked exceptionally white in the moonlight.

Zeng Zhi's heart pounded!

With another sound, Wang Yan unbuttoned the second button, faintly revealing a deep ravine.

Zeng Zhi's blood all over his body was almost coagulated!

At the third sound, the third button opened, revealing the round peaks, but the plackets on both sides vaguely covered them, looming in the slight sea breeze blowing.

Zeng Zhi's coagulated blood suddenly flowed like the Yellow River bursting its banks, and his whole body was extremely hot.

With the fourth sound, the buttons had all been unbuttoned, Wang Yan moved slightly, and the plackets on both sides spread out to both sides, but they covered the important parts, but they exposed the flat and smooth abdomen without a trace of fat.

Zeng Zhi's blood gushed all over his body, and the little brother was instantly as hard as iron, like a pillar of optimus.

Wang Yan's face turned even redder.

Although the two have been married and have had the most intimate relationship more than once, it is the first time in their lives like today, which makes Wang Yan extremely shy. But at the same time as being shy, there was a trace of longing in her heart, she longed to see in Zeng Zhi's eyes that she was fascinated by herself.

She was not disappointed, although she was only half-understood, she had successfully charmed Zeng Zhi.

Looking at Wang Yan's almost perfectly proportioned figure through the moonlight, Zeng Zhi's heart beat violently like a drum.

However, Zeng Zhi relied on his willpower to restrain this impulse.

The life of both sexes between husband and wife can be at any time, after all, they are now legal husband and wife, and they have a very strong relationship with each other, but such an atmosphere is not easy to appear, and Zeng Zhi does not want to destroy it like this.

"Husband, that's fine, is it okay?" Wang Yan said shyly.

When Zeng Zhi heard this, he was immediately disappointed. According to the plot in "Titanic", Rose is insignificant, but now Wang Yan can't accept that scale, although the two have had the most intimate contact, but there are some things that Wang Yan can't accept for a while.

It's just that this naturally disappointed Zeng Zhi, who was full of expectations. However, there is a kind of relief in my heart, a sense of relief for Wang Yan's reserve. Men are like that, they want both debauchery and reserve for women. The complex psychology of men is also difficult for women to understand.

"Well, that's enough, that's enough!" Zeng Zhi tried his best to control the disappointment in his heart and affirmed.

Wang Yan was slightly certain in her heart. She was a little impulsive just now because of the effects of alcohol, but now that the effect of alcohol was slowly disappearing, the shyness in her heart took over. Now this scale is her biggest limit at present.

"Husband, can you draw?" Wang Yan screamed shyly.

Zeng Zhi nodded hurriedly, but the hand holding the paintbrush felt heavy. How can my clumsy painter paint her beautiful and incomprehensible things?

Zeng Zhi believed that if he really wanted to draw it, Wang Yan would definitely be angry. After all, women love beauty. If the person you like looks like a ghost, everyone will be angry.

No, I can't let Wang Yan down!

Zeng Zhi secretly encouraged himself, then picked up the pen and gritted his teeth.

Zeng Zhi painted very slowly, a full fifteen minutes before he finished painting.

However, after finishing the last stroke and taking a closer look at the portrait in front of him, there was a "stab" sound, and Zeng Zhi tore up the painting he had just painted.

Because the painting is not the amorous Wang Yan at all, she has become Brother Chun.

Zeng Zhi started painting again.

This time he drew more slowly, and it took him a full twenty minutes before it was finished. However, like the fate of the previous painting, after the painting was completed, it was torn up by Zeng Zhi again, because Wang Yan in this painting became Sister Feng.

Twenty minutes later, Zeng Zhi looked up to the sky and sighed, and tore one again.

It is said that there are only three things, and now he has failed to paint three times, Zeng Zhi is completely sure that he really has no talent in art.

Perhaps, he is barely capable of using various auxiliary tools such as rulers and compasses to draw some workpieces or something, but painting real works of art such as portraits is really difficult for him.

"Wife, I ......" When Zeng Zhi was about to confess to Wang Yan that he didn't know how to paint at all, and he couldn't paint her perfectly, he suddenly found that Wang Yan had fallen asleep quietly.

Sweet face, long eyelashes, quietly leaning on the sofa, a faint smile hanging from the corner of the mouth, towering breasts with the breath, the placket on both sides of the clothes under the undulations, faintly revealing the infinite spring * light, this scene constitutes a quiet picture of sleeping beauty.

Zeng Zhi's mind was shocked, and there was an impulse in his heart, the urge to draw this beautiful picture of the sleeping beauty.

Ten minutes later, a picture of Sleeping Beauty was completed.

But looking at his masterpiece, Zeng Zhi shook his head for a while. I'm really not the material for painting, such a beautiful picture of a sleeping beauty, I was stunned to paint myself into a ...... Draw ......

Zeng Zhi really didn't dare to comment on his painting style.

If you really want to find an adjective, you can use the word surrealism.

Of course, due to Zeng Zhi's clumsy painting skills, this surrealist version of the portrait is really surreal, but it must be admitted that Wang Yan is quite cute in it.

"Hmm......" At this moment, Wang Yan groaned softly, stretched a big lazy waist, and woke up.

"Husband, I'm sorry, I'm asleep, are you done!" Wang Yan said with a shy face, she asked Zeng Zhi to paint for her, but she fell asleep, which is really a bit undeserved.

Zeng Zhi was a little nervous and handed over the painting he had drawn to Wang Yan, and whispered: "Wife, my painting skills are not good, don't laugh at me!" ”

In anticipation, Wang Yan took over the portrait of herself that Zeng Zhi had painted for nearly two hours from Zeng Zhi's hands. Unexpectedly, when she saw it, she couldn't cry or laugh.

On the painting, an extremely surrealist woman reclines on a more surreal sofa, and Wang Yan can vaguely see from the painting that this surrealist version of the woman is herself.

"Husband, your painting is too abstract!" Wang Yan thought about it for a long time, and finally could only think of the word "abstraction" to describe Zeng Zhi's painting.

Zeng Zhi scratched his head and said with a smirk: "Hehe, this is an abstract surrealist version of portraiture!" ”

Wang Yan smiled helplessly, a little disappointed in her heart, and said to Zeng Zhi: "Husband, I'm sleepy, I want to rest." ”

Zeng Zhi nodded in disappointment. Obviously, his wife Wang Yan was quite dissatisfied with this painting, so she had to say: "Okay, it's not early, I'll go close the window!" ”