daily life

Chapter 163

Xi Lang's arms were half hugging and half imprisoning her like that, his chin rested on her shoulder, and he opened the album with his hands behind her back to read.

At first, when she picked it up and flipped through it, she just thought she was copying it while reading the album, and casually put the copied painting in the pages of the book, and started to read it from the first page.Unexpectedly, she immediately became anxious, there must be another article.

I haven't had such a strong curiosity for many years, and I haven't had such joy when satisfying my curiosity for many years——

"A Zhi, you actually secretly painted me." He said.

It was a painting with very simple lines, drawn with ink and brush, but his expression in the painting was distinct.This is the best way to see the foundation.At this moment, he saw himself in the painting, standing in front of the desk and writing something, his eyebrows frowned slightly.Although the background is only a few random strokes, it is not difficult to see that it is a certain moment when he copied the scriptures some time ago.

Xiang Zhixuan struggled to block his sight, "That's why I don't want you to look at it."

"Couldn't it be that I drew all the times when I was in a mess?"

"..." Xiang Zhixuan recalled earnestly—is this person ever in a panic?She really doesn't remember.

"The painting is very good, wait until I finish it." He pressed her little head on his shoulder, "Be obedient."

Forcibly looking at a person's private property and making him obedient...it's unreasonable.She moaned angrily.

Xi Lang slowly flipped through the pages, the smile on his lips getting softer and softer.

The first ten or so pictures are all about him in his sleep, with frowning and peaceful brows; he who is copying scriptures, comfortable and a little impatient; and his back when he goes out, deserted and lonely Yes, radiant——he never knew before that a person, especially his own back, can also express emotions, and can also be outlined with a few simple lines.

After that, there are some paintings about Mixiao, Rose, Lily of the Valley, and Jiexiang.He could only look at these, and couldn't remember the moment when their subtle expressions were revealed.

The last one is a profile of him turning away after lifting her hijab after he got married.

He has no joy at all.

There is no way to be happy—he was seriously injured that day, and the pain was so painful that he wanted to grind his teeth.

He examines it carefully.Well, everything else is fine.

After closing the album, he covered her fair neck with one hand, "Ah Zhi."

"En." She replied in a muffled voice, knowing that her arms were free, she put her arms around him, and with some strength, she buried her face in his shoulders.Drawing him many times behind his back, not as a serious portrait, but out of habit—what would he think?
"This is how much I like me, and I remember the scenes so clearly." He said with a smile.

"What?" Xiang Zhixuan immediately sat up straight, distanced herself from him, and looked at him seriously, "I'm just used to it, and I see you the most every day, so naturally I draw you the most. "Just now I imagined how he would feel, and thought about many kinds, why is his reaction completely unexpected?

Well, for a hero, for a famous general, it's better to be unexpected... She can only comfort herself like this.

Xi Lang held the corner of his mouth, and looked at her with bright eyes, "Is it that difficult to admit that you like me?"

Xiang Zhixuan blinked her eyes.Yes, admitting that she likes him seems to be better than her own explanation, but she is just being honest with him, and she can say what she thinks in her heart-it doesn't use her brain.

"It's not difficult. But it's different from liking you..." She remembered that she said she liked him once or twice?It should be once, and another time he said that he is very good - it seems to be like this, right?She couldn't make up her mind, and she was always slow to respond to his eyes.

"Fool, do you know what it means to draw darker?" Xi Lang approached her face with a smile, tilted his head slightly, and caught her lips.

So gentle.

So tender that she wanted to drown herself in his tender moment.

(End of this chapter)