Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 4228, your favorite, really scary

The first reaction to the unintentional blink of an eye was to look at the bedside.

After discovering that there was no shadow on the bed.

I stood up and looked at the direction in the direction of the sound.

Then I saw the girl standing at the desk.

Staring at the desk, he only painted the beautiful figure.

Qing Jun's indifferent face was actually a rare red rose.

"Hey, no heart."

The night cleared and did not panic because of overturning the ring.

She slowly raised her head and looked at her unintentional face: "These are all you painted?"

I didn't want to stand up and walked toward the night.

Finally, it stopped at the opposite side of the night.

He coveted and looked at the beautiful sleeping figure on the table.

He reached out and seemed to want to care for the beauty of his sleep.

But the ink that had not dried up above allowed him to take his hand.

"Why are you painting me?" The night was clear and laughed at the unintentional movement.

She was caught by her, and he was stealing her paintings, but she was still so unhurried.

Still in front of her face, touch her in the painting.

Is this a crazy man? !

Unintentional eyes, or stay in the girl in the painting.

However, the look on the face is obviously less chilly than before, and it has become much softer.

His thin lips are sloppy, and the arc of the upswing, Yan Fanghua: "Because I like it, I drew it."

Have to admit.

I don’t smile.

It is really a feeling of heart.

but……

The night clearing indicates that there is no fluctuation in the heart.

Her face was cold and long and narrow, and when she was carrying her, she was stunned by the coldness: "Your love is terrible."

I didn't care that I just laughed and didn't give a half-point response.

He looked at the girl's eyes in the painting and became more and more soft.

Clear at night: "..."

This feeling, really weird to not!

She licked her lips and reached for the picture on the table.

Unsatisfactory face, when you change your hand, you will have to take back the paper.

The night fell back two steps, avoiding the unintentional hand.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at him like a smile: "I am here, you are staring at the painting, what do you mean?"

Unintentional sight, finally moved from painting to night.

His deep ink, very deep, swayed the emotions that ordinary people could not understand.

"Put the picture down."

His voice is very calm and can't hear too much emotion.

The night cleared and laughed: "I don't have any words, you have nothing to say, would you like to explain it to me?"

I have no heart to say that the voice is very light: "It was done, and the explanation could not change your opinion of me."

"What do you want to do?!" The night's paintings were taken on the table.

The ink that has not yet dried up, because of the winds of several times, blurs the sleeping face of the city.

I didn't want to look at the painting, and the ink that was rendered was like a storm.

But soon, it stopped.

His thin lips fretted and uttered a faint sentence: "You have to redraw again."

"Hey, no heart!" There is a sense of powerlessness in the night.

No matter how she is not guilty of blasphemy, sprinkle fire, no heart will not care.

His attention was not placed on what she asked.

Or, he didn't care about these words at all.

Or, when he did this from the beginning, he thought about the consequences.

Therefore, he is mentally prepared.

I didn't want to take the ruined beauty figure out of the palm of my night.

His movements are very cautious.

It is like treating a treasure.

Until the drawing paper is drawn out.

He slowly took the paper and held it in his palm.

(End of this chapter)