Hearing this, the Demon Lady pushed the inkstone away, raised her eyes, looked at Uncle Liao for a while, then smiled and said: "Uncle Liao, just say what you have to say, I'll listen."
Uncle Liao paused for a moment, as if he was looking for words: "Miss, you should know that in your circle, there are many people who play tricks on the occasion. When you like it, you will hold it in the palm of your hand and coax it, and spend thousands of dollars without even blinking. When you don't like it, you won't even blink.
Even if you become a beggar on the roadside, you are still a stranger, not to mention..."
"What's more, Qu Luo is famous for his love of fun in Sijiu City." The demon girl supported her chin with one hand and interrupted Uncle Liao with a smile: "I know all this, so Uncle Liao, don't worry, I understand.
What are you doing?"
Uncle Liao nodded and didn't say anything more, but he still looked at the Demon Lady with a faint worry in his eyes.
The demon girl sat on the wooden chair and continued to draw with her head lowered. However, the more she drew, the more dissatisfied she became, so she simply stopped painting.
If she followed her previous work and rest routine, she would go to bed before noon, take a nap, and wait until the sun stopped shining so much that she would practice painting with these paintings.
But now, it's past noon, but she is still sitting on the wooden chair, with only half of the painting done.
She knows better than anyone else that in that circle, the lightning-like enthusiasm burns like fire and never retreats. When the enthusiasm wears off, the dedication will not last long...
After sitting there for nearly half an hour, the Demon Lady finally got up, put down her work, lay down on the wooden bed, and turned sideways before regaining some sleepiness.
Originally, it was just a short break on weekdays, so it wouldn't take long.
But today, when the witch woke up, it was already dark.
She sat up from the wooden bed all of a sudden. Her first reaction was that it was so late, what should I do with today's painting?
Azi, who was waiting on her, saw that she was awake and immediately came over: "Miss, you finally woke up! We thought you would sleep until late at night. Uncle Liao said that you have been too tired recently and wanted to make the lady more comfortable."
I didn’t ask you to get up and go practice stalls after taking a nap. Uncle Liao is making porridge in the kitchen right now. If you have anything you want to eat, I’ll run over and tell Uncle Liao!”
"No need, just finish the porridge and eat some vegetables in a while." The devil girl smiled and rubbed her head: "Go and get me a glass of water? My mouth is a little tasteless."
"Yes!" Ah Zi responded crisply, holding a tea spoon and adding tea leaves to the teapot with regular movements. The tea leaves had a particularly refreshing fragrance, with a faint mint flavor. Ah Zi couldn't help but take a deep breath and sighed:
"The things Mr. Luo sent are so good, even the tea is so fragrant."
With that said, she poured out the water for the first brew, filled some hot water into the purple clay teapot, and then walked toward the Demon Queen with a smile and the porcelain cup.
The demon girl looked at the emerald green tea leaves hovering in the porcelain cup. There was only one leaf, spinning in the water.
How can it not be sweet?
After all, it is the best Mao Jian...
After drinking the tea, the meal in the kitchen was also prepared. The Demon Girl took a few simple bites and then started painting again. She continued painting until late at night, then put hot water in the wooden basin, planning to soak her feet and go to bed.
She was just a little absent-minded, even forgetting the towel for wiping her feet on the wooden chair, so she could only get it sideways. This posture made the bright red silk embroidered pajamas on her body tighten, and her slender waist,
The soft curves on her chest were particularly distinct, and her long black waterfall-like hair surrounded her face, making her look very alluring...
The demon girl only lowered her head and wiped her ankles, not noticing at all that there was a pair of narrow and evil eyes in front of the door staring at her, with flames flashing in the dark pupils. On the surface, she smiled lazily, but in fact, she was smiling lazily.
Look carefully, not missing any graceful details, taking in all the beautiful scenery... just like a patient hunter, calculating when is the best time to take action...
If it had been normal, the Demon Lady would have noticed that today, she had drawn more than a dozen paintings in a row, and her eyes were already tired, and it was particularly difficult to concentrate. She had just finished wiping her ankles and was about to take her feet out of the tub.
When he came out, his right leg was pushed back by a sudden pair of hands, and water splashed everywhere...
The demon girl froze as soon as she raised her head. The two of them were very close, eyes to eyes. As soon as she inhaled, the scent of musk seeped into her nose and buried in her lungs.
The handsome face smelling of alcohol was so close, and the narrow eyes were dark and deep, clearly reflecting the shadows of the two people. Qu Luo's fingers clasped her chin, and the curved corners of his mouth were full of evil.
, the thin lips were only a tiny distance away from hers. Even if he didn't speak, the unique sandalwood would follow his movements and spray on her lips, as if they were kissing...
The demon girl was stunned for a moment, and quickly leaned back a lot, and casually opened the distance between the two people, but her right leg was still pressed by him, and the afterglow of the moonlight shone on his face, outlines
She has sharp angular lines and blurred eyes.
He must have drunk a lot of wine, even his half-smiles smelled of alcohol...
"I'll wash it for you." Qu Luo's voice was low, hoarse with metaphor, and his calloused fingers traced those delicate feet as white as snow.
The devil's feet are very beautiful, even the nails are neatly trimmed, with a slight light pink color, and they are so clean that people always want to touch them to see if other places are also so tempting...
Qu Luo's tall body shook suddenly, and his thick breath rolled in his throat. Something penetrated his body like a sharp knife, and his sanity became at stake. An inexplicable ferocity arose in his heart.
!
He raised his arms, turned over, and pressed the Demon Girl under him. He lowered his head to admire the flash of surprise on her face, and even the blood in his veins was so hot that it was unbearable.
The demon girl was suddenly overwhelmed by him, her eyebrows slightly twisted, and her face became a little hot.
No one can get hot.
He held her like that, rubbing his hardness on her body. The male body temperature penetrated the fabric and ironed her body, causing an indescribable strangeness. The chest under his hands was even more solid and broad, like
A soldering iron wrapped in velvet.
The breath exhaled from her thin lips hit behind her ears, with such a temperature that it could almost burn her ears.
The demon girl wanted to avoid this disturbing friction and instinctively reached out her hand to push him away.
But he pressed her waist tightly with one hand, and his usually evil voice became low and hoarse, as if he was trying his best to suppress something, and even his breathing was hot: "Don't move, if you continue to move, I guess even if I
Even if I don’t want to hurt you, I won’t be able to stop.”
The demon girl stopped moving.
But Qu Luo leaned over directly, bit her slender neck, hugged her, and rubbed her hot...