His dirty face was like a naughty boy who had been playing on the beach for a long time, and Jing Jiaren looked at him and couldn't help but laugh softly, but he laughed and laughed, and his eyes were full of tears. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Chinese.>

Wipe his face with a towel, that handsome face appears, and he can't see enough.

Jing Jiaren suddenly thought that it was providence that the sketchbook was washed away, because there were a lot of her words written in it......

But Simon wanted the sketch so much, why couldn't she paint it to him again?

Thinking of the picture of him sneaking to pry that drawer in the morning, he was really a big boy when he was stubborn.

Jing Jiaren wiped him with a smile like this, and when he wiped his whole body clean, the sand in the basin was thick.

Changed the N basin of water and wiped it clean for the last time.

Jing Jiaren covered him with a quilt and picked up a pen.

Her fingers were soaked in water and tingled slightly, and it was not convenient to draw by hand wrapped in zongzi, and she couldn't even hold the pen steadily.

Jing Jiaren tried to draw a few times, but it didn't work at all.

I had to remove all the bandages......

The night is getting deeper.

The pen made a gentle grinding sound on the paper, and the wound was clucked by the pen, which was very painful, and sometimes it would crack with force......

Jing Jiaren frowned slightly, biting her lip, she could endure any pain.

Suddenly, a wound was finally squeezed open, and a drop of blood fell and smashed onto the drawing paper......

Stained.

I drew half of the picture well, and it was dirty!

Jing Jiaren was very disappointed, found a few OK bandages in the cabinet, and repainted them.

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows slightly, his throat was dry, as if it was on fire, and his stomach was hungry and colic, and he hadn't eaten since he woke up in the morning.

Tired of opening his eyes, the scene in front of him overlapped in a daze, and the sky was dark.

He coughed, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, the blood he had coughed up in his throat before he fell unconscious.

Jing Jiaren crawled on the bed and took a nap, she cried for too long, her brain was groggy, she was too sleepy.

Faintly hearing the sound of coughing, she raised her face and saw that Ximen Longting had woken up and was picking up the drawing paper to read.

"You're awake," Jing Jiaren rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock, "You've been in a coma for more than 5 hours." ”

Ximen Longting coldly raised the paper in his hand: "What is this?" ”

"Didn't you dig for sketches in the beach in the afternoon? Since you want it so much, I'll draw another one for you. ”

Simon Longting stared at her deeply.

"You said you wanted to see what you look like in my eyes, and you are the one in my eyes in the painting."

In the painting, Simon Longting has his eyes closed, like a hybrid of an angel and a demon......

It is both evil and bloodthirsty arrogance, and noble and cold elegance.

A vicious palm jerked over and grabbed her collar: "What is this?" ”

“……”

"Sympathy? Or pity? He laughed wildly, "If I want, you will give it to me?" ”

"Not ......"

"Or, you're afraid that I won't let you go, so hurry up and please me, right?"

Why does she do anything, he has to think of the worst and think of her as the worst woman.

Jing Jiaren's mouth moved, and she chose to remain silent as usual.

Ximen Longting hates her silence the most, and never explains or ignores her. Is it because his existence is not worth any explanation from her!?

"Who said I wanted it?"

The drawing paper suddenly split in two in his hand!

Simon Longting ruthlessly tore up the sketch she had drawn with all her heart, and it turned into a handful of pieces in an instant.