Chu Wuxin's first reaction when she opened her eyes was to look at the bedside.
After finding no one on the bed.
He stood up abruptly and looked in the direction of the sound.
Then I saw the girl standing by the desk.
He was staring at the picture of beauties he had just drawn on the desk.
On the handsome and indifferent face, there was a rare blush.
"Chu Wuxin."
Ye Qingluo didn't panic because of knocking over the inkstone.
She raised her head slowly, and met Chu Wuxin's face: "You drew all of these?"
Chu Wuxin stood up and walked towards Ye Qingluo.
Finally, they stopped at the opposite side of He Qingluo.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping picture of a beauty on the desktop.
He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to caress the sleeping face of the beauty.
But the wet ink on the top made him stop his hand.
"Why did you draw me?" Ye Qingluo laughed angrily at Chu Wuxin's actions.
After being caught by her, he was painting her secretly, yet he was so calm.
He even touched her in the painting in front of her face.
This is an idiot, right? !
Chu Wuxin's eyes still stayed on the girl in the painting.
However, the expression on his face was obviously less cold than before, and became much softer.
His thin lips are frivolous, with upward curves, full of youthfulness: "I drew it because I like it."
have to admit.
Chu Wuxin smiled.
It's really an exciting feeling.
but…
Ye Qingluo said that there was no fluctuation in his heart.
Her face was cold and narrow, and when she raised her narrow eyes, there was a icy coldness: "Your liking is really terrifying."
Chu Wuxin just chuckled and didn't give half a reply.
He looked at the girl in the painting with softer eyes.
Ye Qingluo: "..."
This feeling is really weird!
She pursed her pink lips, reached out and pulled the painting on the table aside.
Chu Wuxin's complexion changed suddenly, and he was about to take back the drawing paper.
Ye Qingluo took two steps back, avoiding Chu Wuxin's extended hand.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile: "I'm right here, what's the point of you staring at the painting?"
Chu Wuxin's gaze finally moved from the painting to Ye Qingluo.
His deep black eyes are very deep, and there are emotions that ordinary people can't understand.
"Put the painting down."
His voice was very calm, without much emotion.
Ye Qingluo sneered: "Chu Wuxin, you don't have anything to say, do you want to explain it to me?"
Chu Wuxin's voice was very weak: "If you do it, you do it, and explaining it won't change your opinion of me."
"What do you want to do?!" Ye Qingluo slammed the painting in his hand on the table.
The still wet ink blurred the alluring sleeping face due to several wind movements.
Chu Wuxin looked at the painting, the ink stains were blurred, and there seemed to be a storm surging in his eyes.
But soon, it stopped again.
His thin lips moved slightly, and he said lightly: "It's time to draw again."
"Chu Wuxin!" Ye Qingluo felt powerless as if he had punched cotton.
No matter how much she yelled at Chu Wuxin, Chu Wuxin ignored it.
His attention was not on what she asked at all.
In other words, he didn't care about these words at all.
In other words, when he did this from the very beginning, he had thought about the consequences.
So, he was mentally prepared.
Chu Wuxin pulled the destroyed picture of beauty out of Ye Qingluo's palm.
His movements are very cautious.
It's like treating some kind of treasure.
until the drawing paper is drawn out.
Only then did he slowly hold the drawing paper in his palm.