674. Chapter 674 Do you know how beautiful you are?! 【1】
The big bed is a European-style carved bed. Whether it is the bed itself, the bed tent or even the bedding, they are all in an authentic medieval style and are very gorgeous.
Luo Xiaoqian stretched her body and lay on it, her long hair spread out like a phoenix's tail, shining faintly in the moonlight.
Leng Zimo kissed her face, straightened up, "Let me see you."
He stood up and opened the curtains.
The silver moonlight immediately poured in from the window, filling more than half of the room and the entire big bed.
The room suddenly lit up, and Luo Xiaoqian instinctively shrank up.
Her skin was dyed with moonlight, like porcelain, fine and shiny, and her long hair spread on the white bed sheets, like black flowers blooming.
In the moonlight, Leng Zimo walked back to the bed again, stretched out his hand and twirled a lock of her hair.
"Silly girl, do you know how beautiful you are?!"
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face buried in the sheets and made a face at him with a red face.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
She never thought she was beautiful.
"No, you are so beautiful, like an angel."
Luo Xiaoqian slightly raised her lips, "Is it true?"
"certainly."
Leng Zirui's fingers came up, landed on her face, played over her shoulders like a piano, and flowed on the crook of her neck for a moment, and a layer of fine pimples immediately appeared on her body.
"Cold?"
Feeling the changes in her skin, he asked with concern.
"No."
She whispered vaguely.
How could she be cold when he was here?!
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"Zimo!"
She called him again.
He crawled over and kissed her comfortingly.
"Xiao Qian, you are my princess, I want to give you all the happiness!"
He wanted to give him everything he could give, not only his favor, but also all the happiness that a woman in this world could enjoy.
Whether it's material, spiritual, or physical.
Because of her, it’s worth it!
Whispering, he hugged her tightly again, his movements extremely gentle.
She groaned softly and stretched her arms out to wrap around his neck.
"Zimo, I love you, I love you so much."
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The next day, Luo Xiaoqian stayed in bed again.
When she opened her eyes again, the room was still dark, and the thick velvet curtains were enough to block all the sunlight for her without affecting her sleep.
"Are you awake?" Hearing her voice, Leng Zimo looked away from the table beside him, stood up and walked to the bed, bent down and kissed her face, "You are hungry, I'll bring breakfast.
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Luo Xiaoqian returned a good morning kiss to him, then her eyes fell on the table, "What are you writing?"
"It's not writing, it's painting. I'll show it to you."
Leng Zimo stood up and took the paper from the table. Luo Xiaoqian had already sat up hugging the quilt, and he handed the paper in his hand to her.
When she saw the content on the paper, her face suddenly turned red.
"rogue!"
On the paper, there are not words, but a picture of her. She is lying quietly on the pillow. The background is obviously the bed now.
And, most importantly, she was wearing nothing.
"When did you draw it?"
"While you were sleeping." Leng Zimo looked at her red face, "Don't worry, this is just a draft. When I make it into an oil painting another day, I will cover the key parts with sheets."
Luo Xiaoqian's face suddenly fell, "No, you still want to paint it as an oil painting?!"
"Not only do I have to finish the painting, I also have to frame it and hang it." Leng Zimo turned and looked at the wall opposite the bed, "Just hang it there, what do you think?"
Not only should it be painted as an oil painting, but it should also be hung on the wall?!
