"The tools don't work well?"
"No, are you sure you want this painting? Actually, my painting skills are pretty good, and I can paint many other..."
"Can't draw exactly the same?"
"No, but..." In this painting, the image of Emperor Li Jue was really terrifying. She was afraid that he would regret it and punish her...
"Painting!" He gritted his teeth. Is this damn woman reluctant to give him a painting
"Okay, then you go out and give me three hours!"
Mi Xiaomi pouted, because he asked himself to paint anyway and painted it. When the blood is vivid, he had better not be angry, otherwise, she must splash him with paint!
Emperor Li Jue’s eyes were dim, and the tall figure pressed over, encircling her from behind...
"I'll be with you..."
He suddenly changed his mind and wanted to make a painting with her himself, a painting that belonged to them. Use the reader to watch millions of novels, completely without ads!
"No, I can't paint like you..."
Mi Xiaomi shrank her neck, trying to avoid his warm breath...
It's a pity that the more she hides, the more entangled he becomes...
In the end, he just picked her up directly and circled her in his arms.
And he, such a tall person, just sat awkwardly on a small painted stool, looking so funny and uncoordinated.
Mi Xiaomi was held by him, his whole body stiff, and he didn't even dare to move.
Because she already felt it deeply, a certain little prince raised his head high and declared war on her.
Afraid that if you move, you will be breached!
What's more, this small painting stool can't bear the weight of two people.
She could vaguely hear the sound of the stool about to fall apart.
"Li, Li Juehuang, don't you think this is awkward?"
"Very comfortable!" He said, hugging her tighter, his chin resting on her shoulder.
His chin was so hard that the cadmium hurt her shoulder.
"But, I am very awkward, you are like this, I can't paint at all!"
"Then I teach you..."
Emperor Li Jue's voice was very gentle, which gave Mi Xiaomi a feeling of scalp tingling.
"you teach me?"
"No?!" In the cold voice, there was a faint feeling of coquetry.
Mi Xiaomi froze, biting her lip.
"You don't want to be like this, then go back and refuse to admit that this is your birthday present, right?"
After all, he said that the birthday gift she gave him must be made by her.
The Emperor Li Jue was a little excited about the fact that they finally have a common interest and hobbies a second ago.
Few people know that the cold-blooded King Li Jue used to paint.
After a second, she was thrown down by a basin of cold water by her idiot question, and she poured a chill out of her heart.
He took the paintbrush with extreme patience, stuffed it into her hand, and then circled her small hand with his big hand.
"In this way, you paint it!"
Mi Xiaomi raised his eyes a little hesitantly, and met his familiar eyes awkwardly.
"You mean, this painting can also be given to you as your birthday present?"
"I'm satisfied with the painting, that's it!"
His words are always so unkind, which makes people not excited at all.
Mi Xiaomi narrowed his mouth, "If you let go, I will paint to your satisfaction!"
As soon as the voice fell, she was forced to lean her hand on the watercolor paper, and the pen nib traversed a long horizontal line on the paper...
Mi Xiaomi's eyes suddenly startled, but anyone who has studied painting knows that this stroke is extraordinary.