Mei Qingli will punish her, this psychological preparation is not not not done, but she didn't expect that his methods would be so bad.

Mei Qingli actually kept her as a pet!

Fuck it!

In the middle of the night, Wu Xiaonuan's limbs were so cold that he could cramp, but he saw the man's figure lazy under the candlelight, he looked at a picture of snow lotus blooming lightly, holding a brush in his hand, and slowly tracing on it.

Looking at his leisurely expression, Wu Xiaonuan's anger didn't come to a place, she crawled in the curved water tank for a long time, tired and half dead again and again, and finally slowly climbed out of the water tank.

She glanced at the charm of the light. Turning her head is like shrinking a turtle shell and leaving, Ya's demon, dead pervert, she is not comfortable staying here at all.

Thinking of this, the four little short legs were about to run outside, and at this moment, the man on the bamboo chair finally put down his pen and glanced at her lightly.

"Little turtle, where do you want to go?"

She couldn't help but stiffen, sighed, and turned back, and when she climbed onto the bookcase, she had wasted a lot of strength, she glanced at Mei Qingli, and suddenly saw the volume of Danqing that Mei Qingli had left.

It was a beautiful painting.

I saw that above, under the faint snow lotus, a white shadow came into people's eyes, elegantly like a nine-day fairy descending to earth, the woman looked back at a glance, although it was only half of her face, the green silk was elegant, blocking half of her face, but Wu Xiaonuan's eyes were still bright, and she was amazed for a while.

This woman is so beautiful!

The eyes are full of aura, a slight smile, pure and with a touch of charm, the smile is gentle, the moon-white figure and the snow color all over the mountains blend with each other, more and more women are slender, skin is like jade.

It's just beautiful.

She couldn't help but glance at the scroll, looking at Mei Qingli's face, but found that his eyes were deep, holding a brush, but he never put down the pen again.

She placed her four paws on the scroll, kicked, and looked at him.

"Why don't you paint?"

Only then did she know that Mei Qingli had a good hand in painting, which was simply vivid, this woman didn't look like she was in the mortal world, she touched her turtle head, and suddenly felt that compared to the woman's appearance, her proud face had become a public face.

Oh yes, it's not fair!

Mei Qingli glanced at the painting on the scroll, and after glancing at Wu Xiaonuan, somehow, she suddenly dropped the brush, and the red ink splashed, and Wu Xiaonuan was splashed all over her body.

"You!"

She saw that he didn't say a word, not knowing what he was thinking, so she couldn't help but touch his sleeve, and her little paw flicked his white hair that hung down to hide her vision.

"You're a good artist."

Mei Qingli didn't speak.

"Fox."

She exhaled, he ignored him and just looked at the painting, his fingers slowly pinched, the face of the painting was splashed with ink everywhere, and the woman's face was also splashed with blood, but there was a touch of desolation of broken jade.

Suddenly, Mei opened her hand lightly, and the painting shattered in response to the sound, turned into pieces, and fell.

A hint of surprise appeared in Wu Xiaonuan's eyes.

"Why did you tear it, it's a pity, such a big beauty."

What she wants to say is, if such a big beauty is sold in modern times, surely that painting can sell for a lot of money, right?

It's a pity, it's a pity.