Dress as a princess to be a group pet

Chapter 1192 Youlan Yuecang 18
When he arrived at the Moonwater Palace, Wan Wan was taken by the maid to the backyard of the Moonwater Palace.

As soon as she reached the backyard, she saw Sikong Yuecang.

He is still dressed in white, and his silver hair shines softly and dazzlingly. Under the refraction of the sun, the silver thread on that end seems to be covered with dazzling gemstones. I can barely keep my eyes open.

He sat quietly under a cherry blossom tree, his lower body was covered with a thin blanket, his beautiful face was still astonishingly white.

There is a kind of table in front of him, a piece of paper is spread out on the table, and he is holding a pen in his hand, as if he is drawing something.

As soon as Wanwan walked in, he raised his head and looked towards her.

"Wanwan, you're here."

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and in an instant, the cherry blossoms that seemed to be full of trees were dancing in the air, which was incredibly beautiful.

A gust of wind blew over, lifted his cuffs like flowing clouds, the sleeves were dangling by the wind, and his silver hair was also fluttering in the wind.

Pieces of pink cherry blossoms are spinning in the air, one after another, one after another, falling everywhere.

Wanwan was shocked by his beauty once again, and liquid immediately secreted from his mouth.

She swallowed her saliva, trying to calm her beating heart, "Yes, I'm here."

Depend on. .this. .What a heartbreaker. .Why is it that every time I see Sikong Yuecang, he jumps up and down.

"Well, you all go down."

Sikong Yuecang retreated, and when there were only the two of them left in the yard, he said to Wanwan, "Wanwan, how about coming over to see this painting?"

Wanwan didn't want to go there at first, and also thought in his heart that he didn't want to go, but this leg. .Can't help it. .He moved a step in his direction.

After despising herself in her heart, she slowly walked towards Sikong Yuecang.

She didn't stop until she got close to him.

Looking down, Sikong Yuecang actually painted himself.

In the painting, she is sitting by the stream with a sweet smile on her face, her little feet are soaking in the stream, and the fish in the water are kissing her toes lightly.

(End of this chapter)