The host of fast time travel is forced to marry every day

After Lula left, Yuan Yao sent the plate of fruit to the bedside table next to Derian, and then went back to the easel, immersed in her creation.

After about an hour, Yuan Yao put down the brush.

She wiped the sweat from her brow before admiring her own painting.

It's just that I don't feel it when I'm painting, but after I finish painting, I don't feel right no matter how I look at it.

The people in the painting clearly have eyes as eyes and nose as nose, but when put together, not to mention coordination, they can even be called strange shapes.

Yuan Yao suddenly became a little guilty.

Derian looked at the colorful expressions on her face and guessed something in his heart.

He smiled and said, "Did you finish drawing the princess?"

Yuan Yao was thinking about how to quietly send the painting out of the room, when she heard his voice, she was startled.

She smiled reluctantly, "...almost, but not nearly."

When Derian heard this, he seemed to be a little interested, "What else is there?"

Yuan Yao's small face was tangled, and she faltered, not knowing what excuse to make.

Derian smiled even more.

He suddenly lifted the quilt, got off the bed, took off the coat hanger, and put it on his body.

Yuan Yao froze for a moment, then quickly stood up and asked, "Why did you get down?"

Derian explained, "Walking for a walk is good for blood circulation, and the body will recover faster."

Yuan Yao thought about it and thought it made sense, so she didn't stop him.

Just seeing him walking towards her, she was still startled, and subconsciously wanted to block the painting in front of her.

However, her body only moved slightly, and his eyes had already swept to the drawing paper.

He paused slightly.

Yuan Yao gave up struggling and just watched his face cautiously.

Unexpectedly, Derian's expression didn't fluctuate in any way, but he just got closer, stood beside her, and carefully observed her painting again.

A subtle feeling suddenly appeared in Yuan Yao's heart.

It's obviously just a scribbled painting, but he treats it as if it's some kind of world masterpiece.

She wanted to cover her face.

Derian didn't seem to feel her embarrassment.

After he saw the painting, he just couldn't help laughing, "So I look like this in the eyes of the princess?"

Yuan Yao: "."

Yuan Yao was about to explain that his drawing skills were not very good, but he continued to tease, "It is a great honor for me to rank first among the princesses with such an appearance."

Yuan Yao: "."

Yuan Yao's face turned red with a "swipe".

Seeing her embarrassed look, Derian curled his lips slightly, after all, he didn't tease her anymore.

He just glanced at her again, then turned and went to the bathroom.

After a while, he took out another handkerchief that was soaked in water, then stood still in front of her, and raised his hand.

The forehead touched a piece of moisture, it was ice-cold, but the force was very gentle.

Yuan Yao stared at him blankly, still unable to recover.

It wasn't until he put the veil down that she saw the colorful paint on it that she realized what a fool she had done.

But before she had time to say anything, he held her wrist again, lifted it up, and turned his palm upward.

Then slowly help her wipe the remaining paint on her fingers.

Those slender fingers, under his rubbing, gradually returned to their white and clean appearance, with a hint of pink.

Yuan Yao raised her eyes slightly, and seeing his serious expression, she felt a strange feeling in her heart, and the temperature on her cheeks also rose very high.

She pursed her lips and said softly, "Thank you, Prince Onassis."