Painting pity, "......"

She glared at him angrily and amusefully, can this man speak?

Quan Feiyi looked at the water glittering in her beautiful eyes, sighed helplessly, and said in a low voice in her ear: "Good, I won't have WwW.. If you don't believe it, this king is here to do it for you, eh? ”

“……”

Hua Xi glared at him again.

The man couldn't help but laugh when he saw her, so he hugged her behind the bookcase and put her directly on the bookcase.

Hua Xi had never sat in such a place, and she felt indecent and wanted to come down, but the man wrapped his arms around her waist and forcibly stopped her movements, "Just sit like this, comfortable in your hands." ”

She stopped moving, for a moment, and slowly wrapped her hands around his neck.

His gaze quickly turned to the side, looking at the painting he had just drawn for her, and the painting was slightly stunned.

The painting is composed of green and black as the main tones, in the smoke and rain of ink and ink, the woman sits alone in the bamboo forest and strokes the piano, her face is beautiful with a bit of cold beauty, and under the background of those blue bamboos, it seems that it does not eat the fireworks of the world.

"Is it pretty?"

His thoughts slowly retracted, and he always felt that something was swirling in his eyes. She quickly blinked, hugged him, and buried her head in his shoulder and neck, so that he could not see the look on his face.

"Yes, it's not bad." She inhaled slightly, "Are you beautifying me?" ”

The man shook his head and smiled, "No, it's true." ”

"It's so pretty."

Quan Feiyi slowly let go of her, raised her head, and looked at her with a smile, "Are you boasting?" ”

From not bad, to really good-looking, just because he said it was real?

Hua Xi snorted softly and looked away from his face, the mist in his eyes never dissipated.

"Draw a pity."

"Huh?"

"Painting ......"

"Yes."

"Draw a pity." He finally pulled her face back again, his fingers lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his own. A trace of indescribable pain quickly flashed in the man's dark eyes, and then he gently kissed the corner of her eye, "Fool." ”

A low, almost whispering voice poured into her ears, and her nose was sore, and tears finally couldn't help but fall down.

This bastard.

She finally held back, but he had to make her cry before he was willing to give up.

The man hugged her tightly, and all the things he knew were deliberately ignored and not mentioned. But even if you don't mention some things, you can't help but feel sad, and where can you escape the doom that already exists.

"You blamed me for only drawing one person last time, but why didn't you paint yourself this time?"

She is the only one in the bamboo forest who is stroking the qin, looking lonely, where is it better than the one she painted last time boating alone on the lake?

What's more, the last time she painted not her own appearance, but just a woman, he substituted for her. And this time it was clearly her appearance that was used, but this man ruthlessly left her alone......

I can't stop the tears of painting, and the more I think about it, the more guilty I feel.

If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have been hurt or poisoned, but he was the one who would have died in the end.

Why not let her die in his place?

"Hasn't anyone told you that healers don't heal themselves, and painters don't paint themselves."