Ye Kui took a slow step and walked on the long corridor in the yard.
On the corridor, several people were quietly on the round stone chairs.
Ye Kui's original steps stopped.
She turned around and slowly walked to a man, her eyes falling on his drawing board.
The originally clean white paper has vaguely depicted the general outline of the yard. The lines outlined by the gray pencils are smooth and soft. Under the man's sliding pen tip, the lifelike butterflies are quietly standing on the leaves, flapping their wings.
On the top, the crystal clear water droplets on the leaves look more vivid and imposing.
Ye Kui's black and round eyes blinked gently, and a cunning light flashed in her eyes.
She slowly bent the corners of her mouth.
...
The sky gradually darkened.
On the long hospital walkway.
clatter--
clatter--
clatter--
The man took a graceful step, and his black combat boots fell on the smooth floor, making crisp sounds.
He slowly walked to the ward and stopped.
On the long walkway, the previous calm suddenly returned to its previous regaining.
"Hello, Chief—"
The soldiers stationed in front of the ward saw Dugu Xiang and immediately gave a standard military salute.
Dugu nodded.
He stretched out his hand, pushed open the door and walked in.
In the ward, Ye Kui, wearing a white and blue sick clothes, sat quietly on the bed, her legs crossed, her curled long hair was simply bent up by her, and she was casually wrapped around the back of her head, with a few strands of hair following her
The movement of lowering his head fell down, and a light blush appeared on his fair and tender skin, which became more and more pink.
At this time, she lowered her head, with a serious expression on her face, but inadvertently revealed that lazy and charming aura.
Dugu Xiang's eyes were deep, and a trace of shimmer appeared in his eyes.
He walked forward and his eyes fell on the drawing paper in Ye Kui's hand.
The sword eyebrows frowned slightly.
"You are here." Ye Kui raised her head, a small white and delicate face as white as snow polish was stained with a little pencil gray, a pair of clear black eyes blinked gently, and her thick and curly eyelashes were like two
The palm-leaf fan shook gently.
Her face, which was as big as a palm, had a faint smile on her small facial features, and she couldn't help but look like a lively and playful elf, exuding a hint of cuteness, becoming more and more cute and charming
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Dugu Xiang's eyes turned dark.
A trace of ** is stained in my eyes.
His throat rolled sexyly, his eyes moved away, and the darkness in his eyes disappeared instantly.
It fell on the drawing in Ye Kui's hand. He asked lightly: "What are you drawing?"
As soon as the words were finished.
Ye Kui frowned slightly.
She pulled down the drawing paper on the drawing board and glanced at the man on the drawing paper with clear black eyes.
The vague outline is outlined.
She picked up the drawing paper in her hand and compared it on Dugu Xiang's face.
Although the outline of the man in the painting is not as deep and clear as Dugu Xiang's handsome face as if it was cut by a knife, the evil beings and the cold and charming aura is natural.
However, it can be vaguely distinguished that the man on the drawing paper has some similarities with Dugu Xiang.
Can't he see what she draws?
Last time, she was poor in her skills and was understandable. This time, she obviously made great progress, can't she still see it?