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This is probably the most enjoyable day for Zhuo Wen since he crossed over.

On this day, he suddenly felt that life was so meaningful, and he only felt that all the unhappiness, grievances and low emotions during this period of time had been vented, and only a deep vision for the future remained.

Holding the half-hidden pretty woman in his arms, Zhuo Wen's face was full of a satisfied smile. He feels that his future has a clearer and firmer goal at this moment, that is, to protect this hard-won happiness forever.

At the moment, the redundant painting talent has been transferred to Ahri, after the promotion, the painter's body will be transformed into more tenacious and upright by the power of the painting, which is originally a comfortable thing, just at this time, Zhuo Wen has risen again, and he undoubtedly feels lighter and happier at this moment.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen suddenly felt that Long Aotian was not so hateful, and even a little caring, it is conceivable that if it were not for her pranks, I am afraid that he would not be able to enjoy the life of heaven on earth today.

Zhuo Wen sighed with relief in his heart, glanced at the little Ahri buried deep in the quilt, the fingers attached to Ahri's thin waist, and climbed up a little dishonestly, Ahri couldn't help but blush, showing his little head from the quilt, and looked at Zhuo Wen with some pity: "Come again... No, Ahri still feels some pain..."

"For the last time. Zhuo Wen smiled awkwardly.

Ahri bit the quilt, and there was a hint of a touching little woman on her face: "Liar, you have said this three times." ”

"Uh..." Zhuo Wen was also a little ashamed, scratched his head, and said with a sworn look: "Just once... Really, I promise it's the last time!"

"Oh well... It's really the last time. Ahri couldn't resist Zhuo Wen, so he had to surrender again.

Originally, Ahri thought that ■■ was a man and a woman sleeping naked together, although it was a little shy, but it was not a big deal, anyway, it was not the first time that she and Zhuo Wen slept like this.

A few days ago, Ahri was quietly naked and hugged Zhuo Wen, except for feeling the heartbeat and warmth, there was no other feeling, and Zhuo Wen's actions today really scared her, because she never thought that the real thing between men and women would be like this, the first time, she almost burst into tears.

The opportunity is rare, Zhuo Wen naturally cherishes it, what benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith, all thrown aside, he just wants to live a two-person life with Ahri now.

The rhythmic voice sounded again, Zhuo Wen suddenly felt that there was a figure on the side of the bed, and he couldn't help but stop, slowly raised his head and looked up, and happened to look at Long Aotian's pair of dead fish eyes.

"Na, master, have you finally seen the concubine?" Breaking his hands slightly, he said hello, Long Aotian was still naked, just sitting on the edge of the bed with his knees hugged, and some embarrassing pictures were also visible at a glance.

"No... No, why are you here?" felt a big drop of sweat fall on the back of his head, and Zhuo Wen felt as if he had been splashed with a scoop of cold water.

"Ah, the concubine body has always been there, maybe the master is too indulgent, which has caused the spiritual connection with me to weaken, so I haven't found the concubine body for a while. Long Aotian explained it in a straightforward manner, and there was no mood fluctuation at all due to the environment

Because he and Zhuo Wen have a master-servant contract relationship, they have telepathy with each other, so Long Aotian doesn't need to speak, and he can communicate with Zhuo Wen just by looking at him.

"So... Have you seen it all?" Zhuo Wen had a bad premonition.

"Na, probably, I didn't expect the master to look like a gentleman on the surface, it turned out that he was still a beast who wanted to capture the old man, and there was no ambiguity at all when he destroyed the flowers, and the little sister of Ahri couldn't let you stop screaming so badly, and the master would make all kinds of disgusting sounds such as '▲▲' or '◆◆' in the process..."

"Stop, stop... Don't say it..."Zhuo Wen held his forehead with one hand, and there was a feeling as if he had been shot.

"What's that... The master doesn't have to care about the concubine, what should he do, just be a concubine if he doesn't exist. Rest assured, the concubine body now seems to be in a special state similar to the soul, and no one other than the master should not notice the existence of the concubine body. Long Aotian showed a smile that seemed to be understanding

Nima, how can you not care! You scared my little volcano so much that it almost went out you built!

Zhuo Wen couldn't help but make a face, there was a naked woman watching from the side, he was really a little difficult to do, so he could only smile bitterly and begged: "Don't make trouble, the master is doing business, go back quickly." ”

"Hmm... It's not that the concubine doesn't want to go back, she just wanted to go back, but she failed. Long Aotian broke his hands and said helplessly: "The situation is a little complicated, I'm afraid that the concubine body won't be able to go back to the master's inner world for a while, it's all the master's fault, scribbling the concubine's body, the 'impression' is 'stereotyped', and it takes some time to get used to it." ”

"Impression...?" Zhuo Wen muttered, and then slightly suddenly, it seems that this is really his own problem, the "impression" of the painting spirit is equivalent to a sign of the painting spirit, once it is deleted, it will lead to "stereotype".

To put it simply, for example, if you were originally an airplane head and later became a small flat head, then your "impression" will also change and be stereotyped as a "small flat head".

This is the principle of impression stereotyping, at the moment, Long Aotian was spoofed by Zhuo Wen to achieve the state of the body, and naturally it was "stereotyped", unless Zhuo Wen can paint Long Aotian next time, he can paint according to her original image, otherwise Long Aotian will always be in the state of the fruit, so Zhuo Wen is self-inflicted and cannot live.

"Okay, I'm sorry for you, but I'm begging you, Sister Aotian, you're also a woman, right? Do you know that there is something called reserve? Can you go out first and let me do the first thing?" Zhuo Wen had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

"Okay, then the concubine body will go out first, but the concubine body can't leave the master's side for too long, otherwise the spiritual connection will become weaker and weaker, so please master must make a quick decision this time, after the matter is over, the concubine body has something to say to the master. Floating up leisurely, it was really like a soul, Long Aotian flew over Zhuo Wen's head in the air, and the sultry posture and angle made Zhuo Wen have a kind of guilt that he couldn't hold on and wanted to drag her into the water.

As a man, Zhuo Wen felt that he was at the end of his pocket, but he didn't expect that even this kind of thing would be urged, what the hell?

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Zhuo Wen was stunned for a long time, Ahri couldn't help but ask with some concern.

"No... Nothing, keep going. Shaking the corners of his mouth, Zhuo Wen scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, quickly buried his head, and worked hard... (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.