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Even if she wasn't sick before, she would have always been a delicate woman in his heart.

It's just something that I cherish.

Quan Feiyi lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth gently.

The painting was slightly shocked, the familiar scene seemed to have appeared once a few months ago, it was the same at that time, she was in the Four Princes' Mansion, and he suddenly was extremely gentle with her, and then the next thing was to drive her away.

Today, is it the same again?

"Actually, whatever you want me to do, I don't need such a long period of foreshadowing and foreplay."

She was afraid that she would be lost in such tenderness, and instead of doing this, she would rather he always be cold and reject people thousands of miles away.

Quan Feiyi narrowed his eyes, and suddenly didn't understand what she meant.

"I didn't want you to do anything."

He left a faint word, and turned to put the medicine box. As he passed by the bookcase, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a wisp of black ink beside the person on the lonely boat, which he had accidentally asked her to spill when he grabbed her hand just now.

The man's eyes were dark, and he suddenly turned back and walked behind the bookcase, and swiped his pen.

The painting frowned at his movements, wondering what had suddenly happened to him.

She sat on the stool for a moment, hesitated, and then slowly walked towards him.

The man was actually tinkering with her painting - the line that had just been drawn by the ink became another figure in his painting, accompanying the lonely woman in the painting, and the painting, which was still full of loneliness, suddenly became a couple boating on the lake.

The painting was slightly stunned, and his eyes showed a little shock.

She didn't take her eyes off the painting for a long time, her breathing was slightly stagnant, and naturally she didn't see the man's deep gaze.

"Is it pretty?"

"Your drawings have always been good."

"How's Tim?"

The painter didn't want to spoil his interest, but somehow, looking at the oppressive painting, his heart twitched, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "In such a rainy weather, even between lovers, there is no such elegant boating." ”

Quan Feiyi chuckled slightly, "In that case, let's redraw it when we have time in the future." ”

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, and the painter stood in place for a while, but turned around and asked people to clean up the dishes on the table.

When you are in the same room, the most embarrassing thing is not a quarrel or a-for-tat, but a speechless relationship.

So the painting soon lay down on the couch and fell asleep.

Quan Feiyi didn't know what to do after the bookcase, walked to her lightly, picked her up from the couch, walked towards the sandalwood bed with long legs, and carefully put her down.

I don't know if she is asleep, the man takes off his robe and gently hugs her.

"Don't think about leaving me, you know?"

The murmuring voice was so soft that it almost dissipated into the night.

The eyelashes trembled slightly.

……

Such a peaceful day lasted for two days, he did not force her to do anything, nor did he do anything harmful to her, and there was little conversation between them, but all his movements were faintly caring.

She only thought that she had a long dream, but even in her dream, she didn't dare to expect him to do this.

I only hope that such a dream will never wake up.

On the third day, at dinner, Quan Feiyi still did not come back.

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