Murong Xitian picked up the paperweight, divided the pile of rice paper into three parts, placed them on the table in front of Murong Xin and Murong Ze respectively, and helped them press them with the paperweight.
"Looking across from here, there are ponds, rockeries, and magnolias in bloom... You can draw whatever you like, but you have agreed in advance not to waste rice paper." Murong Xitian said, already picking up the pen, but
I found that the ink had dried.
He put down his pen and was about to grind the ink when he heard Murong Xin say in a sweet voice: "Mom, can you grind the ink for daddy?"
Murong Ze cooperated with his sister like a ghost: "Uh-huh, mother, mother, mother, please grind ink for us."
"Okay." Xia Ziluo said as he rolled up his sleeves and came over to study ink for Murong Xitian and his daughter.
One lap, two laps, three laps...
Every time she rubbed it a few times, her eyes would unconsciously scan the painting in front of Murong Xitian.
Then, her eyes unconsciously shifted from the painting to his slender arms, and then to his serious and focused face.
"Plop, puff, puff..."
His heart beat faster and his breath became messy. His cheeks became hot again. Xia Ziluo was surprised to find himself blushing again and hurriedly looked away.
Really, it’s not shameful to be a nymphomaniac in front of children!
Xia Ziluo was angry with himself in his heart, and his arms swung a little wider.
After a while, Murong Xitian could no longer concentrate.
An arm as white and tender as a green lotus root dangled in front of his eyes. His mind was attracted by this whiteness, and he had the urge to grab and touch it to see if it was as smooth as he thought.
He subconsciously raised his head, and suddenly realized that he was looking over from this position, and just saw the beautiful scenery on her chest.
It's not much, and you can't see her beautiful and towering breasts. But a charming breast groove is looming, which makes people feel more sexy and exciting, and want to spurt blood.
Murong Xitian's throat felt a little dry and itchy, like cracked earth.
"Dad, what are you looking at?" At the age of five, he is a playful age and can't sit still for a moment. After playing with the brush for a while, Murong Xin raised his head and looked around curiously, and happened to see Murong Xitian staring at Xia Ziluo.
A scene to watch.
When Murong Ze heard this, he raised his head curiously, and found that both his father and mother's faces were a little red: "Dad, mother, are you tired from standing?"
"Not tired."
"fine."
The two of them spoke at the same time, as if they had a clear understanding of each other, and then were both stunned for a moment.
"You're not tired, why are you blushing?" Murong Xin tilted her head and asked innocently.
blush?
Xia Ziluo's delicate face suddenly twisted into a big "囧", and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
"It's hot..." Xia Ziluo said casually, but suddenly found that there was nothing on the rice paper in front of Murong Xin, and his eyes widened immediately, "Oh, I asked my mother to grind ink for you, but you didn't draw anything?"
Xia Ziluo put down the grinding stick and prepared to teach the children a lesson.
As a result, Murong Xin, a little devil, pressed his hand into the inkstone, dipped it in ink, then retracted it and pressed it on the paper.
Suddenly, a slap mark appeared on the rice paper.
"Mom, look, Xin'er painted her little hands!" Murong Xin raised her chin proudly and giggled at Xia Ziluo.
"You?" Seeing Murong Xin getting into trouble, Xia Ziluo looked at Murong Xitian with fear. Murong Xitian picked up the paperweight, divided the pile of rice paper into three parts, and placed them on the table in front of Murong Xin and Murong Ze respectively.
He also helped them press it with paperweights.
"Looking across from here, there are ponds, rockeries, and magnolias in bloom... You can draw whatever you like, but you have agreed in advance not to waste rice paper." Murong Xitian said, already picking up the pen, but
I found that the ink had dried.
He put down his pen and was about to grind the ink when he heard Murong Xin say in a sweet voice: "Mom, can you grind the ink for daddy?"
Murong Ze cooperated with his sister like a ghost: "Uh-huh, mother, mother, mother, please grind ink for us."
"Okay." Xia Ziluo said as he rolled up his sleeves and came over to study ink for Murong Xitian and his daughter.
One lap, two laps, three laps...
Every time she rubbed it a few times, her eyes would unconsciously scan the painting in front of Murong Xitian.
Then, her eyes unconsciously shifted from the painting to his slender arms, and then to his serious and focused face.
"Plop, puff, puff..."
His heart beat faster and his breath became messy. His cheeks became hot again. Xia Ziluo was surprised to find himself blushing again and hurriedly looked away.
Really, it’s not shameful to be a nymphomaniac in front of children!
Xia Ziluo was angry with himself in his heart, and his arms swung a little wider.
After a while, Murong Xitian could no longer concentrate.
An arm as white and tender as a green lotus root dangled in front of his eyes. His mind was attracted by this whiteness, and he had the urge to grab and touch it to see if it was as smooth as he thought.
He subconsciously raised his head, and suddenly realized that he was looking over from this position, and just saw the beautiful scenery on her chest.
It's not much, and you can't see her beautiful and towering breasts. But a charming breast groove is looming, which makes people feel more sexy and exciting, and want to spurt blood.
Murong Xitian's throat felt a little dry and itchy, like cracked earth.
"Dad, what are you looking at?" At the age of five, he is a playful age and can't sit still for a moment. After playing with the brush for a while, Murong Xin raised his head and looked around curiously, and happened to see Murong Xitian staring at Xia Ziluo.
A scene to watch.
When Murong Ze heard this, he raised his head curiously, and found that both his father and mother's faces were a little red: "Dad, mother, are you tired from standing?"
"Not tired."
"fine."
The two of them spoke at the same time, as if they had a clear understanding of each other, and then were both stunned for a moment.
"You're not tired, why are you blushing?" Murong Xin tilted her head and asked innocently.
blush?
Xia Ziluo's delicate face suddenly twisted into a big "囧", and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
"It's hot..." Xia Ziluo said casually, but suddenly found that there was nothing on the rice paper in front of Murong Xin, and his eyes widened immediately, "Oh, I asked my mother to grind ink for you, but you didn't draw anything?"
Xia Ziluo put down the grinding stick and prepared to teach the children a lesson.
As a result, Murong Xin, a little devil, pressed his hand into the inkstone, dipped it in ink, then retracted it and pressed it on the paper.
Suddenly, a slap mark appeared on the rice paper.
"Mom, look, Xin'er painted her little hands!" Murong Xin raised her chin proudly and giggled at Xia Ziluo.
"You?" Xia Ziluo looked at Murong Xitian in fear when he saw Murong Xin getting into trouble.
