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Ye Qingcheng spread out the paper and said, "Junior brother, go sit over there. I'll watch you draw."

Ming Linyuan said: "Sister, don't you have any idea of ​​what it looks like? Do you still need me to sit down and draw it for you?"

Ye Qingcheng said: "I'm asking you to strike a cooler pose!"

Ming Linyuan said: "I don't want it, I want Senior Sister to draw me according to the image in her mind."

Ye Qingcheng recalled Ming Linyuan's appearance and actions in her mind, frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"

Ye Qingcheng’s mind was filled with images of Ming Linyuan being beaten and throwing tantrums.

Ming Linyuan said happily: "Yes, sure, but Senior Sister also wants to draw you, just the two of us."

Ye Qingcheng smiled and said, "Okay."

Ye Qingcheng formed a picture in her mind and began to draw. Ming Linyuan tidied up Ye Qingcheng's slightly messy hair.

Ye Qingcheng said: "A Yuan, help me tie my hair back on."

Ming Linyuan said happily: "Okay."

Then Ming Linyuan gently gathered Ye Qingcheng's hair and tied it up again. He then moved closer to Ye Qingcheng and watched her draw. Although he couldn't understand it, he saw the pen made of carbon sticks drawing various dots on the paper, and various horizontal and vertical lines crisscrossing each other.

Seeing him approaching her, Ye Qingcheng was thinking about what she was going to draw soon. She was afraid that he would point fingers and make changes if she disagreed, so she said, "A Yuan, sit over there and don't bother me."

Ming Linyuan said happily: "Okay, Senior Sister, I'll sit over there and you can draw well."

Ming Linyuan sat on the armchair opposite Ye Qingcheng's desk, his heart and eyes full of anticipation. He was curious about what Ye Qingcheng would draw him like.

Ming Linyuan watched Ye Qingcheng concentrate on painting. This was the first time Ming Linyuan saw Ye Qingcheng so focused other than practicing. Seeing her peaceful and beautiful appearance, with her brows frowned and lips curled up from time to time, his heart softened.

Ye Qingcheng had fair skin, long, thick, curly eyelashes, a small nose, and moist lips. Ming Linyuan couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he saw her, with a look of deep affection and tenderness on his face.

Thinking of Ye Qingcheng kissing him in his spiritual world, although she regarded him as her husband, he was still very happy in his heart. He liked Ye Qingcheng's domineering and passionate kiss on him. Thinking of this, Ming Linyuan's face turned red unconsciously and his breathing became a little rapid. Fortunately, Ye Qingcheng was concentrating on painting and didn't look at him, so he quickly adjusted his mentality to prevent Ye Qingcheng from noticing any clues.

Ye Qingcheng finally finished the painting and breathed a sigh of relief. Ming Linyuan quickly ran over to pour Ye Qingcheng a glass of water, then happily picked up the painting and said with a look of disgust: "Ah, Senior Sister, why did you draw me so ugly."

Ye Qingcheng defended herself: "Where is it ugly? Look how beautiful you are when you cry."

The painting showed Ming Linyuan crying loudly on the ground after being kicked by Ye Qingcheng last night.

In the picture, Ming Linyuan was lying on the ground with his head tilted to the side, looking at Ye Qingcheng crying sadly. Ye Qingcheng was standing beside him with her arms folded across her chest, smiling and stepping on his butt, looking at him lovingly as he cried. Her expression was so lifelike, as if it were a real person.

Ye Qingcheng smiled and said, "Give it to me, I'll write another poem for you."

Ming Linyuan handed the painting to Ye Qingcheng with a pout. Ye Qingcheng held the charcoal pencil and wrote on the scroll, "May you stay as young as you were, and never forget your original intention and the joy of knowing each other."

The signature at the bottom also reads: Given by Ye Qingcheng, the most beautiful senior sister in the world.

Ming Linyuan read the poem again, and also read Ye Qingcheng's signature, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, you still say me, you are the most narcissistic."

Ye Qingcheng picked up the scroll and handed it to Ming Linyuan, saying gently: "Senior sister hopes that our A Yuan can always be like he was in his youth, brave and passionate, moving and moving, and always keep his original intention. I am lucky enough to be your senior sister in this life, and I am very happy."

Ming Linyuan held the scroll, hugged Ye Qingcheng tenderly and called out coquettishly, "Senior Sister."

Ye Qingcheng patted his back and said lovingly, "Okay, A Yuan, frame it when you have time so it can be preserved for a longer time."

Ming Linyuan said coquettishly: "I want my senior sister to help me frame it before giving it to me."

Ye Qingcheng said lovingly, "Okay! Let's go! Let's go see if my husband has prepared the meal."

Ming Linyuan said coquettishly: "Then Senior Sister, you go, I'll see if Yan'er has gotten up."

After saying that, Ming Linyuan happily put the painting in Ye Qingcheng's room. After closing the door, Ye Qingcheng went to the kitchen and Ming Linyuan went to Mo Yan's room.

Ye Qingcheng saw Baili Chenyuan cutting onions in the kitchen, so she ran over, hugged his waist and said coquettishly, "Husband."

Baili Chenyuan said lovingly, "My wife is awake. Go sit next to me and I will cook the chicken soup. It will take some time."

Baili Chenyuan put the chopped green onions into the pot, and Ye Qingcheng hugged him from behind, following his steps and sticking to him, saying coquettishly: "I want to hold my husband and not let go, I want to be close to my husband."

After hearing this, Baili Chenyuan went to light the fire with a gentle face, took off his apron, sat on the chair, and held Ye Qingcheng on his lap.

Ye Qingcheng looked at Baili Chenyuan's lips and neck that had returned to normal, hugged his neck, looked at him and said coquettishly: "Husband, I want a kiss."

Baili Chenyuan looked at Ye Qingcheng's smooth neck and said gently, "My dear, I'll go back to the room and give you a kiss later."

Seeing Baili Chenyuan looking at her neck, Ye Qingcheng unzipped her collar and said coquettishly, "The marks on my body are still there!"

Baili Chenyuan said gently: "My lady, get up and add more firewood for your husband."

Ye Qingcheng hugged him and turned sideways. Baili Chenyuan added firewood, but he didn't dare to hug Ye Qingcheng with his hands, for fear of dirtying Ye Qingcheng's clothes.

When Ye Qingcheng saw that Ming Linyuan didn't hug her, she knew what he meant and used the cleaning technique to clean him thoroughly.

Baili Chenyuan felt refreshed all over, and seeing that there was no dust on his hands, he untied Ye Qingcheng's hairband, hugged her and braided her hair, not forgetting to give her a green flower hairband of the same color as her clothes.

Ye Qingcheng watched Baili Chenyuan braid her hair and then hug her. She looked at his moist lips and said coquettishly, "Husband, I want a kiss!"

Baili Chenyuan looked at Ye Qingcheng's coquettish appearance and said lovingly, "Okay! You are not allowed to kiss your husband deeply."

Ye Qingcheng smiled and said, "Okay."

Baili Chenyuan took the initiative to kiss Ye Qingcheng gently, and Ye Qingcheng also responded to him softly.

Baili Chenyuan's kiss was gentle, affectionate and light. Ye Qingcheng couldn't help herself and deepened the kiss a little.

Baili Chenyuan stepped back gently. Ye Qingcheng didn't allow him to leave her lips, so she pressed his neck slightly to push his head down.

A flash of green light passed through Ye Qingcheng's closed eyes. Ye Qingcheng couldn't help deepening the kiss. Baili Chenyuan gently pushed her away.

When Ye Qingcheng saw Baili Chenyuan pushing her away, she stopped wanting to go deeper and instead continued to kiss his lips tenderly and lovingly.

Baili Chenyuan also kissed her back. Because they were too absorbed in the conversation, they did not notice Ming Linyuan turning around and leaving the door with Mo Yan in his arms in disappointment.