"My heart is beating so fast, it seems like it has never been this fast before..." Daodao felt blood gushing out.
When he said this, Dai Yuan naturally understood that a man's original temperament is like this...
A straightforward person like Daodao is more likely to act casually.
"Okay, hurry up and get the brush, otherwise I'll catch a cold." Dai Yuan said coquettishly.
"Hmm." Daodao was embarrassed to look at Dai Yuan's body and hurriedly went to get brushes and paints.
Dai Yuan poses in various poses, sometimes wearing only a transparent silk gauze, lying next to the bed...
Sometimes I have the illusion that my bellyband will fall off if I touch it...
Sometimes they even use their hair to cover important parts of the body, leaving a little bit exposed...
The two slender thighs are also constantly changing different postures... sometimes stretched, sometimes raised.
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I was dazzled by what I saw, and kept writing at random...
The pictures of beauties were created by the hands of a generation of kings, and they were completed in one go... completely natural, smooth and natural.
Dai Yuan admired the portraits one after another, like another version of herself...
Dai Yuan had to sigh that Daodao's painting skills were definitely at the level of a traditional Chinese painter.
"This is the most satisfying painting in my life, and it is also the only satisfactory painting. I have painted it for countless people, but every painting feels lifeless. Now I finally understand that it is because I have no feelings for them, but you are different. All these paintings are in my eyes.
It comes alive under the pen, because I can only draw the real you if you understand your heart." Daodao said.
Dai Yuan couldn't help but nod, what he said was really good.
Unknowingly, her hands were holding his hands tightly, regardless of whether the paint in her hands touched their hands...
Then, the paint covered both of them again, because they were already hugging each other tightly...
Anyway, Daodao is a tailor. Will he be short of clothes in Meng Country?
Thinking of this, Dai Yuan's embrace became wider, making the hug more thorough...
Sometimes, Dai Yuan would also wonder, do she like tailors and knives, or do they like kings?