"Shh..." Beitang Shuo put his index finger up to his mouth, walked around the screen softly and walked to the soft couch where Wen Xining was lying. He studied her sleeping face from left to right, and looked at her face for a while.
A crooked smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Quan'er couldn't see what was going on behind the screen and continued copying what was in her hand. However, after just a few strokes of writing, she saw Beitang Shuo appearing next to her table like a ghost. Before she could react, he had an evil look on his face.
The smile floated back behind the screen.
Beitang Shuo knelt down and looked at Wen Xining's face carefully again. The smile on his lips became wider and wider. He suddenly raised his right hand behind his back, and an evil pen soaked in ink suddenly appeared on it.
On his hands.
Drawing left and right, staring for a few seconds and adding a few more strokes, then with a look on his face that he was done, he swung the big pen back, slapped it onto the screen, and then slowly fell along the screen.
Come down and draw a long ink mark.
Beitang Shuo folded his arms and looked at Wen Xining who was still sleeping soundly on the couch, giggling.
Wen Xining, who was sleeping, only felt a tickling on his face. After a while, he felt relieved again, but a slight laughter came from his ears. He opened his eyes curiously and saw a beauty in white clothes.
The man, holding his cute baby face, was looking at me and grinning silly.
He touched his cheek with his right hand and said to himself: "I am really haunted. I still dream about this fool."
Painfully, he moved his left hand, which was sore from supporting his body, and turned over in annoyance, wanting to go back to sleep. But just as he closed his eyes, a flattering voice came from his ear: "Madam, look at it quickly, Shuo'er."
Is the painting good-looking?"
What to draw?
She opened her eyes drowsily, and a mirror appeared in front of her. In the mirror, there was a cat's face, with three beards extending from the corners of both sides of the mouth, a black circle on her nose, and the words "
It has a big character "王" in it. It looks like a cat and a tiger at the same time. It's really ridiculous.
Thinking of the itching feeling in his sleep just now, and Beitang Shuo's words asking for credit, even a fool would understand whose masterpiece this was.
"Beitang Shuo!" Wen Xining shouted and jumped up, but she didn't realize that Beitang Shuo, who was holding a mirror, was standing behind her. Her jump hit him firmly on the chin.
, and because her sleeping posture made her body a little stiff, the reaction of this hard impact bounced her back, and she fell straight to the ground.
Quan'er only heard a crackling sound behind the screen and a sound of pain. He quickly dropped the brush and ran over, but only saw the young lady lying on the prince's body. The two of them were talking to each other. She suddenly blushed and hurriedly
Covering his eyes, he turned around and said, "Quan'er didn't see anything, Quan'er didn't see anything."