Soon, the waiter delivered the meal and what Shangguan Rui wanted.
Sikong Lingge settled the little guy first before sitting down for breakfast.
After forty minutes, the two finished their meal.
Shangguan Rui asked the waiter to pack up his things.
He leaned back on the sofa, looking lazy, and hooked Sikong Lingge with his index finger on his left hand.
With his right hand, he played with the pen the waiter had just sent.
Although Sikong Lingge was a little inexplicable, he still leaned over.
When I looked closer, I found that Shangguan Rui asked Fu Shengsheng to send it to me as a medical marker, which was specially marked on the skin.
Iodine and alcohol were also sent here.
The more Sikong Lingge is, the more inexplicable it is.
What exactly did he want to do when he asked the waiter to get these things?
"Shangguan Rui?"
"Are you allergic to gentian purple solution?" Shangguan Rui asked directly without answering her question.
Sikong Lingge shook his head, "No."
"It's good if not." Shangguan Rui nodded, pointed to his thigh, and signaled her to lie down.
"What do you want to do?" Sikong Lingge felt more and more that Shangguan Rui was surprised.
But she couldn't guess what Shangguan Rui wanted to do.
Shangguan Rui curled his lips slightly and did not speak.
He hooked Sikong Lingge's jaw and looked left and right.
Then, he took apart the medical marker and came towards Sikong Lingge's face.
Sikong Lingge was startled and quickly sat up, "Shangguan Rui, what are you doing?"
This man actually wanted to draw on her face!
Fortunately, she just flashed quickly, otherwise she would have been painted.
"Lying down." Shangguan Rui's face darkened and he became unhappy when he escaped by Sikong Lingge.
"Tell me first, what do you want to do?" Sikong Lingge flashed to the corner and refused to submit.
"Come here and lie down, don't let me repeat the third time." Shangguan Rui said patiently.
"Tell me first, what exactly do you want to do?"
"You will know after you finish drawing."
“…”
"hurry up!"
“…”
"Sikong Lingge."
“…”
Sikong Lingge really doesn't want to go there.
But when he thought of what happened in the restaurant just now, he thought that Shangguan Rui probably hadn't calmed down yet, so he wanted to vent his anger on her.
So, he had to go over slowly and lay down obediently on Shangguan Rui's leg.
Seeing her obedient, Shangguan Rui was finally satisfied. He stroked his pen and began to paint on Sikong Lingge's face.