"No, are you sure you want this painting? In fact, my painting skills are pretty good and I can paint many other things..."
"Can't you draw exactly the same one?"
"No, but..." In this painting, Li Juehuang's image is really scary. She is afraid that he will regret it and punish her...
"Painting!" He gritted his teeth, this damn woman couldn't bear to part with him even if she gave him a painting?[
"Okay, then go out and give me three hours!"
Mi Xiaomi pouted. Anyway, he asked himself to draw it and paint it. When the blood came alive, he had better not be angry, otherwise, she would definitely splash him with paint!
Li Juehuang's eyes dimmed slightly, and the tall figure pressed over her, encircling her from behind...
"I'll accompany you..."
He suddenly changed his mind and wanted to make a painting with her, a painting that belonged to them. A good novel is here
"No, I can't draw you like this..."
Mi Xiaomi shrank her neck, trying to avoid his warm breath...
It's a pity that the more she hides, the more entangled he becomes...
Finally, he simply picked her up and put her in his arms.
And he, such a tall man, sat awkwardly on a small drawing stool, looking so funny and uncoordinated.
Mi Xiaomi was held by him, her whole body was stiff, and she didn't even dare to move.
Because, she had deeply felt that a certain little Li Juehuang raised its head high and declared war on her.
I'm afraid that if I move, the city will be breached!
What's more, this small painting stool cannot bear the weight of two people.
She could vaguely hear the sound of the stool falling apart.
"Li, Li Juehuang, don't you think this is awkward?"
"It's very comfortable!" He said, holding her tighter and resting his chin on her shoulder.
The line of his chin was so hard that it made her shoulders hurt.
"But, I'm very awkward. I can't paint at all if you act like this!"[
"Then I'll teach you..."
Li Juehuang's voice was so gentle that it made Mi Xiaomi feel like her scalp was numb.
"You, teach me?"
"No?!" There was a hint of coquettishness in the cold voice.
Mi Xiaomi froze and bit her lip.
"You don't want to do this and then regret it and refuse to admit that this is your birthday gift, right?"
After all, he said that the birthday gift she gave him had to be made by her own hands.
A second ago, Li Juehuang was a little excited that they finally had common interests and hobbies.
Few people know that the cold-blooded and ruthless Li Juehuang once also liked painting.
The next second, she poured cold water on him with her idiot question, which completely chilled him.
He picked up the paintbrush with great patience, put it into her hand, and then wrapped his big hand around her little hand.
"In this case, the painting is still yours!"
Mi Xiaomi raised her eyes slightly hesitantly and awkwardly met his knowing eyes.
"You mean, this painting can also be given to you as your birthday gift?"
"As long as I'm satisfied with the painting, that's it!"
His words were always so callous, making people not excited at all.
Mi Xiaomi pursed her lips, "If you let go, I will definitely paint to your satisfaction!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her hand was forced to lean against the watercolor paper, and the pen tip drew a long horizontal line on the paper...
Mi Xiaomi's eyes were suddenly startled. Anyone who has studied painting knows that this stroke is extraordinary.