Before Ling Luoyu spoke, Mo Xuanchen suddenly began to undress.

Ling Luoyu stunned: "Mo Xuanchen...what are you doing taking off your clothes?!"

Mo Xuanchen is very serious: "For the sake of your master, your painting is more like a little bit, and the small decision is free! I will sacrifice myself and serve you well..."

Ling Luoyu: "...get off..."

Kicked over Mo Xuanchen, she got up and looked for something.

"What are you looking for?!"

"Carbon Stone!"

Looking at the dozens of carbon stones of varying thicknesses prepared by Ling Luoyu, Mo Xuanchen was a little surprised.

"Yu'er, what are you doing!?"

"Give your mother a portrait..."

"You... don't need a writing brush?!"

"I don't know that stuff!"

She is also good at sketching.

If you have such an accomplishment as brush painting, you still owe a lot of talent.

Following the memory, Ling Luoyu used carbon stone as the tip of his pen, and drew the appearance of clear ears on the rice paper little by little.

As the outline formed, Mo Xuanchen suddenly did not dare to look again.

Even though he can hide his emotions in his heart well and not easily expose them, he still can't stand the torment like a knife.

As time passed, he was also restless there, walking around from time to time, but after all he dared not disturb her.

Ling Luoyu didn't finish writing until Hua Deng first started and lit the candles.

"All right!"

Mo Xuanchen's anxious circle finally stopped: "Alright?!"

Ling Luoyu got up: "I'll go out and rest, you can watch it for yourself first..."

Emotional venting does not need anyone's company!

Even the closest lover will make him distracted.

Therefore, Ling Luoyu chose to avoid.

Leaving the bamboo house, Ling Luoyu raised his head to look at the stars in the sky, and a smile faded from the corner of his lips.

"It's really interesting... if it weren't for me to protect his mother's fetal gas two thousand years ago, maybe there is nothing wrong with him now..."

She seemed to have forgotten that she was the culprit who caused her mother to have her fetal breath.

Thinking of meeting Mo Xuanchen for the first time, her eyebrows couldn't help but the starlight flickered.

The figure in the shade of the tree at the time, now that I think about it, it is so flavorful.

As for the beauty I was thinking about, a sudden noise came.

"The bamboo house is on fire! Hurry up and come around the bamboo house..."

Hearing this movement, he rushed straight.

"Mo Xuanchen..."

As soon as she was about to enter, the candlelight in the room suddenly went out, and she was also dragged into the barrier by Mo Xuanchen.

"Hush!"

He whispered his lips and pushed her against the door, looking over her to look beyond the crack of the door.

In the brightly lit, Long Tian led people to come, his face was extremely ugly.

"Who said there are ghosts in the bamboo house?"

A guard came forward tremblingly: "If you go back to the young master, the younger one saw..."

"Nonsense!!! The bamboo house hasn't been lighted for hundreds of years, how come there are ghost fires now?!"

Wildfire? !

Ling Luoyu looked at Mo Xuanchen.

He was still staring outside.

The joke began to burst, and she stood on her toes and kissed his lips.

A dragonfly kiss, but Mo Xuanchen trembled all over, looking down suddenly.

The fire light outside crossed the gap and spilled on her face, adding a light and soft beauty.

It seems that what is in front of him at this time is no longer a woman with a beautiful appearance, but a wife who is indifferent and calm.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The touch of the lips is no longer the sparks of the past, but the refreshing quiet fragrance.

This is his woman.

A woman who can go forward hand in hand, stand side by side, smile at the wind and wind, and look proudly at the world.