Under the dim light, the man's knuckles, as moist as jade, held a brush and slowly placed it on the delicate skin under her collarbone.
If you ignore the place where he painted, you will see the young master of an aristocratic family slowly painting like a clear breeze and bright moon.
Su Ruoxi trembled.
Only then did he realize that there was a row of brushes for ink painting neatly arranged on the bedside table next to him.
At first glance, you can tell that it is specially customized and is worth a lot of money.
Next to it is brightly colored paint.
Faintly, there was a faint fragrance of potpourri.
Her affectionate peach blossom eyes widened instantly, and when she thought of a certain possibility, she couldn't speak clearly, "You...you...you want to...me... ...painting on your body?”
What responded to her was the outline pen stained with red paint in the man's hand, slowly sliding down.
The sound is like the collision of cold jade, which seems to come from the snowy mountains, misty and cold, "Madam, my husband's painting skills are acceptable."
"You don't have to be so nervous."
hiss--
The thin strokes of the strokes fell on the skin, and a tingling sensation with a coolness was instantly transmitted to the brain.
Su Ruotang's snow-like skin was stained with a thin layer of red.
Her body was tense, and her little hands tightly squeezed the pearl in her palm.
There was a hint of crimson at the end of the porcelain white eyes.
"Mo... Mo Rongyan... don't draw that..." Su Ruotang's nerves were completely tense as she felt the outline pen gradually move downwards.
Mo Ronyan kept moving, and his voice was as cold as a spring, "If you don't paint this, then where can you paint?"
Su Ruotang's slender shoulders shrank, her small teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and she almost used all her strength to swallow the low moan that spilled into her throat.
Her graceful back was pressed tightly against the quilt, silently praying that the dog man wouldn't go too far.
Mo Ronyan slowly changed his pen and began to outline the clusters of begonias.
"Light reddish but not deep, Yiyi looks like the heart of spring..."
Su Ruotang's eyes were filled with mist, and her slender long eyelashes were stained with tiny crystals.
He actually still has the heart to write poetry?
Mo Rongyan sketched the lifelike Xifu Begonia in an unhurried and unhurried manner, speaking very slowly, "The fragrance of Jiazhou's famous flowers touches people, and the red and pink colors are light and springy."
As the man's elegant voice fell, the tip of the pen reached the girl's navel.
A rich and beautiful Xifu Begonia winds its way down the girl's delicate collarbone.
The budding flower bud just happened to fall on the girl's petite navel.
The branches and vines wrap around the waist, and they are more and more beautiful.
The faint scent of potpourri is gradually replaced by the scent of crabapple.
The cool cedar and the delicate crabapple blend together, revealing the slightest charm.
It's like a crabapple blooming on a banyan tree on the top of a snowy mountain, cold and scorching.
Seeing the man put away his pen at the end of his eyes, Su Ruotang breathed a sigh of relief.
The fingertips, which turned green and white due to exertion, were loosened.
However, her breath had not yet fallen.
The man put down the brush as if to remind him, "This is a paint specially prepared for my husband. It cannot be washed off within a month."
Su Ruotang's breath suddenly became restless.
Ahhhhh! ! ! !
Knowing that it wouldn't wash off in a month, I still painted it on her body!
Why is this man such a bitch! ! !
Taking a deep breath, Su Ruotang spoke in a trembling voice, "Mo... Mo Ronyan... How can I meet people like this?"
Mo Rongyan's cold white eyes fell on the cinnabar-red Begonia petals and asked instead, "Madam, is the Begonia flower hosta still there?"
day!
The dog man has settled his scores!
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled, and she hummed softly: "You don't care about my wife's life or death, just jump off the cliff with your childhood sweetheart."
"You still have the nerve to ask the hairpin now?"
Mo Rongyan listened to the third prince's concubine start to slap her again, Qingjun's eyebrows narrowed, as if there was a hint of vulnerability, "But in the end, my husband jumped off the cliff with his wife."
Su Ruotang's heart softened when she heard the fragility in his voice.
Indeed, Mo Ronyan jumped off the cliff with her.
If he hadn't met Ren Le's grandson, he might have died at the bottom of the cliff long ago.
Thinking of this, she raised her arms and put her arms around Mo Ronyan's neck, and said in a deliberately elongated voice that was tender and soft, "Husband, my hands were slippery for a moment."
"real?"
"More real than the pearl on my husband's collar." She spread her little hands, revealing the shiny white pearl.
Mo Rongyan leaned lazily on the bedside and said in a low voice, "This is a fake pearl."
"Fake?" Su Ruotang's eyes were filled with disbelief.
She glanced at the shiny pearl in her palm suspiciously, then raised her eyes to look at the man with a calm and calm expression.
Trying to see a hint of humility in his eyes.
Mo Ronyan looked at her calmly.
After a moment, Su Ruotang gave up looking at each other and began to doubt life, "You actually know how to use fake pearls?"
His Highness Dong Qisan is either rich or noble. Could it be that he was deceived?
But with a dog man's mind, it's impossible.
Mo Ronyan looked calm and said seriously, "To save money to support my wife."
Su Ruotang reflected on himself for a moment: "...Do I spend that much money?"
Mo Ronyan said in a calm tone: "It's not bad, it's just that there are so many hundred million dollars to spend."
"Throw away hundreds of thousands of taels of gold hostas at will. Madam really treats money like dirt."
Su Ruotang was silent: This sounds strange.
After regaining some strength, she put the pearl into the man's hand, jumped out of bed with her dress, and ran behind the screen with her bare feet.
Mo Ronyan didn't stop her, he leaned on the bedside with a happy expression and gently held the pearl with his long fingers.
The collar is slightly open, revealing the exquisite and perfect collarbone.
Jun's beautiful and elegant face is filled with laziness and leisure.
His dark eyes fell on the girl's beautiful waistline.
At the lovely waist, the branches of Xifu Begonia are entangled, and they seem to bloom in the wind as the girl runs.
The extremely tender and beautiful crabapples can be vaguely seen, blooming all the way to the place surrounded by snow-capped peaks.
Mo Ronyan's thin lips curled up in a slight arc, holding the shiny pearls with his fingertips, he stood up slowly.
Little Haitang, you will be punished for throwing away my hairpin.
