In the dim light, the man's jade-like finger bones were moistened, and a brush landed slowly and methodically on the delicate skin below her collarbone.

If you ignore the place where he paints, it is the son of a family who paints slowly like a breeze and a moon.

Su Ruoxi's body trembled.

Only then did I find that on the low tabletop next to the bedside, a brush for draining ink Danqing was arranged in a neat and orderly manner.

At first glance, you can tell that it is specially customized and has a lot of value.

Next to it, there are brightly colored pigments.

Faintly, there was a faint scent of potpourri.

Her affectionate peach blossom eyes widened instantly, and when she thought of a certain possibility, she couldn't say anything, "You...... You...... You're going to be in ...... I...... Painting on the body? ”

In response to her, the red paint-stained pencil in the man's hand slowly slid down.

The timbre of the collision of cold jade seems to come from the high mountains and snowy regions, ethereal and cold, "Madam, the husband's painting skills are acceptable." ”

"You don't have to be so nervous."

Hiss –

The thin pencil fell on the skin, and the slightest hint of coldness and numbness reached the brain in an instant.

Su Ruotang's snow-like skin was dyed with a thin patch of red.

Her body tensed, and her small hands clenched the pearls in her palms.

The porcelain white eyes are glowing with a touch of crimson.

"Ink ...... Mo Yingyan...... Don't draw that ......" Feeling the pencil gradually going down, Su Ruotang's nerves were completely tense.

Mo Yingyan kept moving, and his voice was as cold as a spring, "If you don't paint this, then where can you paint?" ”

Su Ruotang's slender shoulders shrunk, and his tiny teeth bit his lower lip tightly, almost using all his strength to swallow the low groan that overflowed into his throat.

Her graceful back, clinging to the futon, silently prayed that the dog man would not go too far.

Mo Yingyan unhurriedly changed his pen and began to sketch the clusters of begonias.

"The faint reddish is not deep, and it is like a spring heart......"

Su Ruotang's eyes were foggy, and his slender long eyelashes were dyed with a little bit of fine crystal.

He even has the heart to recite poetry?

Mo Yingyan sketched the lifelike Xifu Begonia without hurrying, and the speed of speech was extremely slow, "The fragrance of Jiazhou's famous flowers is touching, and the tone of Zhu makes the powder light and contains spring." ”

As the man's elegant voice fell, the tip of the pen had already reached the girl's navel.

A beautiful Xifu begonia is wound down the girl's delicate collarbone.

The budding flower bones just happened to fall on the girl's small navel.

The branches are wrapped around the waist, and they are beautiful.

The faint scent of potpourri is gradually replaced by the scent of begonia.

The cold cedar and delicate begonias blend together, revealing a hint of charm.

It seems that on the top of the snowy region of the high mountains, a begonia blooming on the banyan tree is cold and scorching.

Seeing the man put away his pen at the end of his eyes, Su Ruotang breathed a sigh of relief.

The pale fingertips were loosened by the exertion.

However, her breath has not yet fallen.

The man put down the brush and reminded him, "This is a specially prepared paint for my husband, and it can't be washed off within a month." ”

Su Ruotang suddenly couldn't get up or down in one breath.

Ahh!!!hh

Knowing that it can't be washed off in a month, I still draw on her!

Why is this man so!!

Taking a deep breath, Su Ruotang said in a trembling voice, "Mo ...... Mo Yingyan...... How can I meet people like this? ”

Mo Yingyan fell on the cinnabar red begonia petals, and asked without answering, "Madam, is the begonia hosta still there?" ”

Day!

The dog man reckoned with the autumn queen!

Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled, and he snorted softly in a dumb voice: "You don't care whether your wife lives or dies, you accompany your childhood sweetheart to jump off the cliff." ”

"Are you embarrassed to ask the hairpin?"

Mo Yingyan listened to the third princess and concubine start to beat again, Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes were raised, as if there was a trace of vulnerability, "But in the end, the husband jumped off the cliff with his wife." ”

Su Ruotang listened to the fragility in his voice, and his heart softened.

Indeed, Mo Yingyan jumped off the cliff with her.

If it hadn't been for Ren Le's grandson, I'm afraid he would have died at the bottom of the cliff.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand to wrap her arms around Mo Yingyan's neck, and her deliberately elongated voice was delicate and soft, "Husband, my hand is slippery for a while." ”

"Really?"

"The pearl on Biff's collar is real." She spread out her little hand, revealing the lustrous white pearl.

Mo Yingyan leaned lazily on the head of the bed, and her voice was very light, "This is a fake pearl." ”

"Fake?" Su Ruotang's eyes were full of disbelief.

She looked suspiciously at the pearl in her palm, and raised her eyes to look at the man with a calm expression.

Try to see a hint of humility in his eyes.

Mo Yingyan looked at her indifferently.

After a while, Su Ruotang gave up looking at each other and began to doubt life, "You can use fake pearls?" ”

His Royal Highness Dongqi San, who is either rich or expensive, has he been deceived?

But in the eyes of a dog man, it's impossible.

Mo Yingyan looked calm, and said seriously, "In order to save money to support Mrs. ”

Su Ruotang reflected on himself for a moment: "...... Do I have that much money? ”

Mo Yingyan's tone was unhurried: "It's okay, it's just that there is so much money." ”

"Hundreds of thousands of taels of gold hostas, throw them away, Mrs. really regards money as dung."

Su Ruotang was silent: This sounds weird.

Regaining some strength, she shoved the pearl into the man's hand, jumped out of bed with her dress, and ran behind the screen with her bare feet.

Mo Yingyan didn't stop her, leaning against the head of the bed with a pleasant expression, her slender fingers gently pinching the pearl.

The collar is slightly open, revealing the delicate and perfect collarbone.

The beautiful and elegant face is soaked in laziness and leisure.

His inky eyes fell on the girl's beautiful waistline.

At the lovely waist nest, the Xifu begonias with the entwined branches seem to bloom with the wind as the girl runs.

Faintly visible extremely tender and colorful begonias, all the way to the place where the snow is full of peaks.

Mo Yingyan's thin lips hooked a shallow arc, pinched the moist pearl with her fingertips, and slowly got up.

Little Begonia, threw my hairpin, but it will be punished.