When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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16

Qian Ling's cheeks were hot from being teased by the barrage, and when he saw the words flashing past, his eyelashes trembled, as if they were a little more dewy.

"You, what are you doing?"

"If you don't think it's enough for you—"

Duan Xingyi originally maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee, and wanted to put the other knee on the ground as he spoke, "I'll kneel for you, okay?"

"Who, who wants to see you kneeling?"

Qian Ling stood up abruptly, her snow-white palms clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, her round eyes sparkling with tension, like a kitten with a blown fur.

"Get up, Duan Xingyi, I'm really angry if you do this again."

The arc of Duan Xingyi's mouth widened a bit.

"Then can you accept my gift? I've been doing it for a long time."

"what gift?"

Duan Xingyi stood up, patted the dust off his body, took out a stuff made of colored paper from his pocket, held it in his hand and handed it out.

"Little Rose, do you like it?"

Isn't this the colored paper from the craft class?

But what they learned in this class was obviously a thousand paper cranes, but what Duan Xingyi learned was a little rose.

"You stacked it specially for me?"

When Qian Ling said this, her voice was very low, and she felt a little narcissistic only after she said it.

Maybe Duan Xingyi just folded it casually and stuffed it to him like garbage, just to amuse him.

"Yes, only for you."

Qian Ling really didn't understand why this guy was playing tricks on him deliberately, and then apologized and said nice things to him.

It's really annoying.

But the little roses stacked up pretty nicely, and Qian Ling stretched out her hand to take them awkwardly.

It's not that he wants to forgive Duan Xingyi.

Qian Ling muffled, "Thank you."

Putting the little rose in Qianling's palm, he lowered his eyes and looked carefully, wanting to see how it was stacked, it was quite beautiful.

"Want to know how it's stacked?"

Duan Xingyi's voice came over in a timely manner, with a hint of a hidden smile, he leaned down and pressed on the table, and said in a coaxing tone:

"Want to learn?"

Qian Ling nodded, "A little bit."

"Then what should you say if you want to learn?" Duan Xingyi smiled and said, "You are a good and polite boy."

"I……"

Qian Ling bit her lower lip, her fan-like eyelashes were extraordinarily thick.

"Can you teach me?"

"Okay, but I have one more request."

Duan Xingyi tapped on the table with his fingertips, and brought over the notebook just now, "Add something to it for me."

His scribbles look childish and chaotic.

Duan Xingyi had to mention it repeatedly, Qianling held the colored pen, her palms were slightly sweaty, "What %3F do you want to add?"

"Add me next to you."

Qian Ling said, if it wasn't for the small mouth, she could have stuffed an egg.

He suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Ah, let's draw." Duan Xingyi added, "Remember to get closer."

woohoo.

He doesn't want to learn how to stack little roses now, okay?

Because Duan Xingyi supported his head, staring at his painting like a supervisor beside him, he didn't feel any pressure that his actions would bring to others.

Qianling held the pen slowly, not as if he was drawing, but more like being forced to write a letter of repentance by Duan Xingyi, or the kind of ghostwriter.

Wronged to overflow the screen.

"How can you draw a picture slowly?"

Qianling held the pen and complained softly: "It's too fast, don't look at me, I will not be able to draw well."

When I look at him, my whole body is tense, and I will tremble twice when I draw a circle.

"Little troublemaker."

Duan Xingyi turned around and turned to the other side, "I don't want to look at you, so it's okay for the head office."

Qianling held the pen and hummed, lowered her head and concentrated on drawing.

"No peeking."

"..."

Duan Xingyi, who was about to take a sneak peek, scratched his head and flipped through the magazine in his hand a little bored.

After a few minutes.

Duan Xingyi used the magazine to cover him, turned his head, and saw Qianling's well-behaved and fair cheeks, which made him stunned.

He has long eyelashes hanging down, the tip of his nose is red, his brows are slightly frowned, and even his expression is drawn vigorously.

And looking down, although you can't see the content of the painting on the paper clearly, it is those white fingers that attract Duan Xingyi's attention even more.

White and tender, like a freshly peeled scallion, with colorful paints on the fingertips.

Like the night devouring the day, the holiness is cleanly invaded and dyed with various deep colors in the world.

Swish swish.

Hurry up and draw, you can finish it... Well, it seems strange.

Where's the eraser?

When Qian Ling was rummaging through the eraser, she unconsciously glanced at Duan Xingyi, and met a pair of deep, dark eyes.

"Duan Xingyi, you lied to me! You agreed not to peek?"

As he spoke, he covered Duan Xingyi's eyes with his dirty hands, and complained: "Don't turn around again."

Duan Xingyi took his hand and rubbed the paint on his fingers.

"Are you so afraid of me watching?"

Duan Xingyi's palm is undoubtedly much wider than Qianling's, almost wrapping his hand in it, and the pinched fingers are a little itchy.

He heard the other party suddenly say:

"Add another action of holding hands, I want to hold you."

Damn Party A's father!

It should be Duan Xingyi who apologized to him, but in the end it turned into him painting hard.

woohoo.

He didn't understand.

"call--"

Qian Ling let out a long sigh of relief, and finally finished the painting.

He holds the painting.

Before handing it to Duan Xingyi, he said, "You can't say that my paintings are ugly."

Duan Xingyi held the painting, smiled and said:

"I'm drawn so cute, but you are cuter, chubby."

The more Duan Xingyi watched it, the more he liked it, and the upward arc of the corner of his mouth deepened.

"I didn't expect you to be very good at drawing."

Qian Ling was a little embarrassed by his praise, but he had to say that he tried his best not to show it.

In fact, the bottom of my heart was already secretly jumping for joy.

of course.

Don't underestimate me!

Although he is not very good at playing games, he still has a lot of specialties!

"Can you give me this painting? I really like it."

Qian Ling waved his hand.

A painting can still be sent.

Qian Ling tore this piece of paper from the notebook, originally intending to fold it, but always felt that this would destroy the picture, so he sandwiched it into the inside pages of the magazine.

This way there will be no creases.

"Give."

"Then let me teach you origami."

Others watching: "..."

They rubbed their eyes, and really couldn't figure out how this magical sense of sight that the kindergarten class had started appeared on Duan Xingyi, the devil.

In the past, let alone asking him to origami made him unhappy, he could fold people in half like paper.

Duan Xingyi was obviously teaching others for the first time, even his sharp and unruly eyebrows were a little unnatural.

"No, this way, turn around and fold again."

I just can't figure it out.

This and that, what is it?

The hands-on ability is very weak, and Qian Ling, who can't even stack a plane, frowned.

For him, this is a super-class topic.

It also seemed that he was an idiot who couldn't even learn.

"I don't want to study anymore."

Qian Ling took out all the parts that had been folded before, and lay down on the table like a fool, exposing the furry top of his head.

"It doesn't matter if you learn this kind of thing or not."

Duan Xingyi rubbed his head, feeling like a large plush toy, soft and fluffy, with a faint fragrance.

"You can't learn it."

[The author has something to say: If Duan Gou talks like this, his wife will die]