Dugu Xiang's expression on his face was calm and he could not reveal any emotion.
He opened his thin lips and said, "Are you sure you are painting me? Not you?"
"Ha?" Ye Kui blinked, not understanding what he said for a moment.
"Haha, young lady, young master is saying that you have rubbed your pencil dust on your face." Mrs. Tian brought out a basin of clean water from the bathroom and placed it next to the bedside. She wrung out the warm towel and handed it to her.
He gave Ye Kui, and his eyes fell on the drawing paper in Ye Kui's hand and exclaimed: "Mrs. Young Madam, you have made great progress in just one day. How much does this person with the quality of the picture look like the young master
Similar."
"Is that right?" Ye Kui took the warm towel, wiped the pencil dust on her face, and wiped it clean. "Well, I painted it well, and that gentleman taught me well."
"Who teaches?" Dugu Xiang's face darkened, and a hint of coldness in his voice asked.
Mrs. Tian, who was standing by, spoke first, and said, "That gentleman is an amateur painter. The wife just met her today."
"His he taught you for a day?" Dugu narrowed his narrow and deep ice eyes dangerously, "Didn't I say that I'll stay in the hospital?"
In his low voice, the cold breath became deeper.
Ye Kui blinked her eyes lightly and signaled to Mrs. Tian.
Mrs. Tian nodded, then stood up and walked out of the door, and closed it.
Ye Kui placed the drawing paper next to the head of the bed and wrapped Dugu Xiang's neck with both hands.
The soft red lips approached Dugu Xiang's lips and pecked gently.
She bent the corner of her mouth, and her small nose tip pressed against Dugu Xiang's firm nose. She smiled lowly. "Dear Major General, is this eating? I seem to smell a sour smell."
Dugu slowly spread to the original slack.
His eyes fell on Ye Kui's rosy little mouth.
The eyes are dark and deep, and they are becoming more and more intimidating.
His narrow and deep ice eyes were half hanging, and his thin lips were pursed without opening his mouth.
Ye Kui wrapped his hands around his neck tightened, her whole body flew into the air, and her legs surrounded his waist.
She smiled, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was filled with a sense of coquettishness. "Dear husband, I'll give you a comfort first, moma. Last time in Australia, I didn't draw well at all. Today,
When I went out for a walk, I accidentally saw that person drawing, so I wanted him to teach him temporarily. Now, I can't even remember his appearance."
"Well..." Dugu Xiang held Ye Kui's buttocks and fell on the bed. He bent down and tightly blocked the red lips.
"Uh..." Ye Kui couldn't help but exclaim.
Her eyes met Dugu Xiang's ice eyes that would be dark red when dyed with **.
Turning his eyes gently, Ye Kui stretched out his hand, hugged Dugu Xiang's neck, and couldn't help but respond to his kiss.
His cool fingertips penetrated into his clothes.
Slide open.
The tall and steep body covered Ye Kui's small body without any gap.
Ye Kui's delicate and small face was red and her red and swollen mouth was slightly opened and closed.
The lingering and domineering kiss fell in diameter, tossing and sucking, leaving hot marks on her fair and delicate skin.
Dugu Xiang raised his head, and in his long and deep ice eyes, there was a dark red color, which was invading and becoming more and more burning.
He lay between Ye Kui's neck, biting her small and shiny earlobes one by one.