Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

The charcoal fire in the room was burning brightly and warmly, and Song Shiyun's forehead was even covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Nan Qiao's hand that took off his wrist slowly fell to his chest, and slowly slipped in along the gap in his clothes, like a naughty little snake.

Song Shiyun seemed to notice something, and his eyelashes trembled twice more, but in the end he made no move.

It was obviously the same warm body temperature, but once touched, Song Shiyun felt as if he was burned.

Perhaps it was because the sensitivity of the hands was far inferior to that of the body. When the hands, which were clearly delicate and soft when held, fell on the body that had not seen the light of day all year round, Song Shiyun vaguely sensed that there was actually a thin layer of cocoon attached to it.

The soft yet slightly rough fingertips were like swaying wolf hairs, passing over the curves of her body, tracing the scene in her mind. Every time she drew a stroke, there would be one more mark on the white paper.

The pure white color was completely stained by ink, but she could only lie on the table without any reservation, allowing the heroic painter to carve out her work bit by bit and create it to the most perfect form. state.

It's just that although the artist loves to draw, his patience is not very good. When he is impatient, he will inevitably leave a few heavy ink marks, and even the back of the paper is so strong that even the felt underneath is stained with some traces of ink.

This is normal. After all, the artist not only loves painting, she also likes to be a calligrapher sometimes. She is so proficient in calligraphy that it is really just a small skill that is not worth mentioning.

Even if the wind can't bear to stand, a painter can ruin such a lovely and pure piece of white paper. He can only blow a few times next to it.

This is a feeling that has never been experienced before.

Song Shiyun's head felt dizzy, and the dark fire that had been hidden in his body for many years gradually started to burn.

His body was uncontrollably moving, his neck was raised high, and his breathing was uneven. Of course, this was inevitably noticed by the people on his body, and received a few merciless laughs.

The laughter rubbed his ears, bringing with it unexpected heat. Song Shiyun couldn't help but shrink back, adding a little more warmth.

Whether it was shame or some other emotion, I couldn't tell at the moment.

"Look at me, okay?" Nan Qiao propped up her body. She wanted to see his eyes and the emotions in his eyes.

In his field of vision, Song Shiyun's lips were slightly red and swollen, his eyes rolled, and he opened his eyes.

A little confused, a little ignorant, and a little wet, he just looked at Nan Qiao blankly.

"So good." Nan Qiao's heart softened and she praised him in a low voice.

Song Shiyun probably had very little sanity left. When he heard what Nan Qiao said, not only was he not annoyed, but there was even a hint of pride in his expression.

"Ha-" Another muffled laugh.

That's so cute.

The lights gradually went out, and the snow outside the window began to float again, knocking on the closed window with a soft sound.

******

The weather is getting colder and colder, and news from the frontier, after so long delay, finally reached the capital.

The court hall was noisy and noisy, much livelier than a private vegetable market.

"Your Majesty, I think that Northern Qiang is just a small country, so there is no need to worry about it."

"As the New Year approaches, it would be better to focus on worshiping our ancestors and asking for their blessings, which can also ensure my long-term prosperity in Daxia—"

"Your Majesty, I disagree. Although the Northern Qiang are small, they are far superior to our army in terms of cavalry and archery. We must be on guard—"

"What do you mean, do you look down on ourselves..."

"... "