Looking at those red paper cranes, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind.
However, his kiss was so deep that she could no longer think and could only completely fall into his passion.
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When it was all over, both of them were covered in sweat.
Chu Xiaochen's whole body was sore and weak, but Luo Jun seemed to have taken a tonic, with a look of energy on his face.
"Didn't you notice there was something extra in this room?"
Hearing this, Chu Xiaochen looked around carefully, and then noticed an extra painting on the bedside.
It was an abstract painting, surrounded by white, but with a dark red flower blooming in the middle.
Chu Xiaochen turned over and raised his head to look over. Sometimes he tilted to the left, sometimes to the right, but he still couldn't see what it was.
It looks like a flower, like a cloud, and like a person dancing.
"Did you draw this?"
"You drew it."
"I?"
Chu Xiaochen frowned. Although she could draw, she could only draw Chinese paintings. She couldn't do this kind of abstract works.
Luo Jun also turned over, lying on the bed like her, raised his face, and looked at the paintings on the wall with slightly squinted eyes.
"This was drawn once when you were drunk... I gave it a name, Roses Blooming Under the Starlight."
She painted it when she was drunk. It's strange why she has no impression of it at all.
"Is that cinnabar?"
Luo Jun kissed her shoulder gently, "No."
"what is that?"
"It's blood...your blood."
Blood?
When you're drunk?
Roses blooming under the starlight!
Chu Xiaochen's mind buzzed, "This... this is... that day..."
Luo Jun smiled and kissed the side of her neck, "Originally, I wanted to buy the entire bed for collection, but the journey was too far and it was too eye-catching. After thinking about it, I just brought back the sheets."
Chu Xiaochen's ears turned red, "Then...you don't have to hang it on the wall, right?"
"No one else will come into my bedroom except you. What are you afraid of? I think..." Luo Jun raised his face and glanced at the painting, "It's quite artistic..."
Her whole body was red, with a look of embarrassment on her face, and she raised her hand to cover his mouth urgently, "Stop talking!"
His hands hugged her body again.
If you are not allowed to say it, you have no choice but to do it!
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At noon the next day, after eating the lunch prepared by Luo Jun in bed, the two of them took a shower and dressed.
Then, Luo Jun personally sent Chu Xiaochen to school.
When the car drove out of the imperial court, Chu Xiaochen also said softly, "Qiao Wei and her daughter suddenly came to me, probably because of that piece of land?"
Luo Jun shrugged, "You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"
Chu Xiaochen raised his palm and lightly tapped his temple.
It had been a long time since Qiao Wei saw her Phoenix Pendant. According to common sense, anyone who finds something similar to their own heirloom on someone else's neck will have instinctive doubts.
Thinking about it, Qiao Yujun must not have known about it for the first time.
However, it is not difficult to think of the utilitarian nature of the delay for the two of them to recognize their relatives.
Chu Xiaochen turned his head and looked at Luo Jun questioningly, "What do you want me to do?"
"I said, the decision is yours." Luo Jun looked over with gentle eyes, "You can play whatever you want. I said, if the sky falls, I will hold it up."
Luo Jun retracted his gaze and continued to look at the road ahead. Luo Jun's tone was very calm.
