Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character is a Squeamish Bag

Her little hand was in it, as soft as a ball of cotton, which made Mo Liushuang want to pinch it.

Thinking of yesterday made her cry.

Mo Liushuang's eyes darkened a little, and finally taught her to hold the brush correctly.

Mo Liushuang let go of her hand, feeling a little bit reluctant in her heart.

Draw it.

Mo Liushuang raised his eyebrows, just after reading it, he said yes, he wanted to see how she did it.

OK.

Su Nuo responded softly, her voice was as sweet as honey.

Her small hand was tired of the brush, and she brushed it several times, and soon a picture that was exactly the same came into view.

Mo Liushuang frowned, it was true.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Mo Liushuang's face was full of hostility, and there was a sharp cold light in his long and narrow eyes.

You learned it before.

This is not an interrogative sentence.

No. Seeing that he suddenly became fierce again, Su Nuo shrank her neck, a little timidly.

Oh, yes.

Mo Liushuang lifted the drawing paper on the table, and spread out another sheet, this time he used a new drawing method.

This is the teacher my father found for me since I was a child. I created my own painting skills and will not pass it on to the outside world.

About to grab her fox tail, the corners of Mo Liushuang's mouth curled up slightly, with a sneer and a cold smile.

Soon he drew a strange rock, then put away the brush, with straight eyebrows and sharp starry eyes.

painting.

The voice was a little cold.

Su Nuo noticed the change in him, and felt a little uneasy. She felt that Mo Liushuang was like a doll.

This temper is cloudy and uncertain.

Su Nuobai continued to hold the paintbrush in her soft little hands, and after a while, the exact same rockery appeared vividly on the paper.

Mo Liushuang held the drawing paper in both hands, with probing eyes.

Su Nuo's tiny hands were twisted together, a little nervous.

Again……

I don't draw anymore, my hands hurt.

Su Nuo pursed her lips, her white and soft face was bright red, like the spring breeze in March and the peach blossoms in April.

There was light rain in the apricot eyes, and the smoke was lingering in just a moment.

Okay, I won't draw anymore.

In my heart, there was a softness for no reason.

Su Nuo, do you like me?

Mo Liushuang raised his eyes slightly, his eyelashes raised lightly, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes were a little bit sultry, which was extraordinarily seductive.

Su Nuo was kneading her little hands, when she suddenly heard Mo Liushuang's words, she tilted her head strangely, and looked at Mo Liushuang suspiciously with her wet eyes.

Originally, Mo Liushuang's heart softened for a while, but seeing her stupid look now, her brows furrowed for a moment.

Just when she was about to speak, Su Nuo spoke again.

It goes without saying, I just like you.

With a soft, waxy voice, Mo Liushuang's heart is slightly sweet.

But thinking about Su Nuo's gruff look just now, pinching the tender flesh on her cheek with her slender fingers, she snorted coldly, Don't speak out of breath from now on, do you hear me?

Su Nuo's face was pinched, her mouth was pursed, her eyes were clear and quickly covered with mist.

it is good.

Poorly agreed.

I'll ask someone to bring you food. Mo Liushuang quickly let go of her hand in fear of her crying.

Okay. Su Nuo nodded emphatically, and because of her happiness, her eyes turned into crescent moons, so cute that they melted.

Ok.

Mo Liushuang strode out, and when he reached the door, he turned slightly and looked at Su Nuo.

Su Nuo was already sitting on her own chair, with her chin resting on both hands, and the short legs under the table were also shaking.