Her little hand was in her hand, soft as a ball of cotton, which made the ink flow frost a little want to pinch.

    Thinking of yesterday, I pinched her and cried.

    The ink flow frost eye color was dark again, and finally taught her to take the brush.

    Muriushuang loosened her hand, but she was still reluctant to give up.

    "Draw."

    Mo liushuang picked her eyebrows. Just after reading it, she said she would. He wanted to see how she could.

    "OK."

    Su Nuo gave a soft answer, and his voice was as sweet as honey.

    Her little hands, as like as two peas, were brushed and brushed for a few times.

    The ink flow frost frowned, but it was true.

    Suddenly, it seemed that I remembered something. The ink flow cream was full of hostility, and in the narrow eyes, I was annoyed with the sharp cold light.

    "You''ve studied before."

    This is not a question.

    "No." Seeing that he suddenly became fierce again, Su Nuo shrunk his neck and was a little timid.

    "Oh, yes."

    Ink flow frost lifted the paper on the table and spread it out again. This time he used a new painting method.

    This is the teacher my father found for himself since childhood. He created his own painting skills, which are not passed on to the outside world.

    To grab her fox tail, ink flow frost slightly hooked the corners of her mouth, holding a sneer, cold and thin.

    Soon he drew a strange stone and threw away his brush. His eyebrows and eyes were sharp.

    "Painting."

    The sound was a little cold.

    Su Nuo noticed his change and felt a little uneasy. She felt that muriushuang was like a doll.

    This is a man of uncertain temper.

    Su''s soft hands as like as two peas, continue to hold the brush, and for a while, the same fake rockery is on the page.

    Mo liushuang holds the paper in his hands, with exploration in his eyebrows and eyes.

    Su Nuo''s small white hands, but twisted together, a little nervous.

    "Again..."

    "I don''t draw anymore. My hand hurts."

    Su Nuo pouted his mouth, with a soft white face and a bright red, like the spring breeze in March and the peach blossom in April.

    Apricot eyes drizzle, but for a moment, it is filled with smoke.

    "OK, no more."

    Heart, there is no origin of a burst of softness.

    "Su Nuo, do you like me?"

    The ink flow cream slightly raises the eyes, the eyelashes are light, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes are a bit of smelting color, which is particularly perplexing.

    Su Nuo was kneading his little hands when he suddenly heard the words of ink liushuang. He tilted his head strangely and looked at ink liushuang with wet eyes.

    Originally, muriushuang felt soft in her heart. At this time, looking at her stupid appearance, she frowned for a moment.

    Just about to speak, he saw Su Nuo speak again.

    "It goes without saying that I just like you."

    Soft, waxy voice, ink flow cream, slightly sweet in the heart.

    But thinking about Su Nuo''s grinding appearance just now, he lengthened his fingers, pinched the tender meat on her cheek, and snorted coldly, "don''t breathe in the future, do you hear me?"

    Su Nuo''s face was pinched, his mouth deflated, and his eyes were clear and quickly stained with a layer of water mist.

    "OK."

    Pitifully agreed.

    "I''ll have someone bring you food." Mo liushuang was afraid of her crying and quickly released her hand.

    "OK." Su Nuo nodded with emphasis. His eyes were also happy. He smiled into curved crescent moon, which was so cute that it melted.

    "Yes."

    Muriushuang strode out. When he reached the door, he turned back slightly and looked at Su Nuo.

    Su Nuo was already sitting in his chair, his chin in his hands, and his short legs under the table were shaking.