The scenery of Rose Island is very good, it is like a resort, with everything you need.
Such a huge island was just a birthday gift he bought for his sister. Yanxi was not jealous, but instead pampered Nansong with her husband. Yanxi felt that this was simply mentally ill.
Luo Junheng did not lead Yan Xi around, but just led her into the viewing room.
Entering a room, the moment Luo Junheng turned on the light, 'Yan Xi' was shocked by the scene in front of her.
The room is filled with portraits of Yan Xi, various oil paintings, some hanging on the walls, some placed in the room, of all shapes and sizes. Most of the time she is smiling, with a slight smile on her lips.
Like a flower, this is Yan Xi's signature smile. Her smile has just the right amount of comfort, it's really like a spring breeze and refreshing.
Such a smile is not unfamiliar to ‘Yan Xi’.
Sean got many photos of Yan Xi from all angles and asked her to learn and imitate them. She had to do this kind of smile training and facial expressions every day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
'Yan Xi' looked at the portraits with a surprised expression.
"Did you draw all of these for me?"
Luo Junheng looked at the woman opposite who had the same pupils as Yan Xi, the same face, and the cold blue eyes. He was silent for a while and said, "I painted it for my wife."
'Yan Xi' felt her heart tremble when she heard his desolate voice.
A woman's sixth sense is actually very accurate. His mood today is very wrong. In the past days, he was also alienated from her, but at least he was polite. But today, he didn't even bother to be calm on the surface, and was cold and cold.
There is only one layer of window paper between them that has not been pierced.
But it was naturally not up to her to break this layer of window paper.
She looked at him quietly, pretending to think that the 'wife' he mentioned was referring to her.
Seeing her still standing there calmly and calmly, Luo Junheng suddenly said, "I'll draw you another picture."
'Yan Xi' was stunned when he heard this, "Can you draw it for me?"
Luo Junheng took the drawing board and brushes and asked 'Yan Xi' to stand against the blinds. He sat on a high stool, holding the tray in his right hand and the brush in his left hand, and began to draw towards her.
There was also a photo posted on the drawing board. He looked up at her from time to time and looked at the photo from time to time.
'Yan Xi' stood by the window very cooperatively, while Luo Junheng drew pictures of herself.
It was the first time in her life that someone was painting for her. This feeling was very strange. As long as she felt his eyes looking at her, her ears couldn't help but start to heat up, then turn red, and her heart was beating loudly.
The surroundings are so quiet, so quiet that it makes people feel panicked.
Her legs tended to get numb after standing for a long time. She didn't know how Yan Xi would behave when Luo Junheng was painting for her. Whether she would stand still like this honestly or move around playfully. She would subconsciously do it.
Looking at Yan Xi's stance and demeanor, it's almost something that has been engraved in her bones and cannot be changed easily.
Luo Junheng looked quietly towards the window. His calm eyes were moved for a moment. It was when 'Yan Xi' turned around and turned her back to him. The laziness in that moment was very similar to Yan Xi's.
Oh, as if she is really alive.
However, the next moment, when she turned around, Luo Junheng's expression returned to coldness.
As the saying goes, no matter how much he looks like her, she is not her.
'Yan Xi' didn't know how long she stood there, and her whole body became stiff. Just when she thought she was going to stand there forever, Luo Junheng opened her mouth and said lightly: "Okay."