Chapter 1344

Snowflakes gradually piled up on their heads, overlapping in their hands, four eyes opposite, men's eyes bright, deep love.

Yu forgets the dust to look at the painting on the ground, until old, that body still supports her half body, rickets, but does not lose strength, as if at any time and anywhere can let a person rest assured.

With a quiet painting, but silently telling the temptation.

"Draw me a picture." She said.

The man was surprised. "What painting?"

She stood on tiptoe and closed her red lips to utter a word.

The man was stunned, then his face was a little embarrassed, "now, now?"

"Beautiful scenery on a beautiful day, when will it be?"

She turned around and left. Ji Rufeng had to move forward, but she was embarrassed and her ears were red. "Jane, this can't, can't."

"You are a man. How can you say you can't do it?"

Season such as the wind again a stagnation, face helpless.

With snow on her body, she pulled her to the second floor. Standing in front of the door of the innermost room, Ji Rufeng saw a big lock, and his heart jumped.

I forgot dust to see him one eye, pursed lips.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

Yu forgot dust to shake head, take out a key from pocket to open the door.

When the door was opened, it turned out to be a properly decorated studio.

On the man's face, he had no choice but to disperse, full of amazement, "you..."

He wanted to ask how she could decorate such a studio, but Yu forgot that she didn't give him a chance. He went to a group of sofas and sat down and asked him, "do you want me to pose?"

"No, never!" Ji Rufeng thinks of the posture that she put on his bed with red gauze at that time, and now she is still hot blooded and surging.

Yu forgets the dust to blink an eye, "so upright gentleman?"

"This is not," Ji Rufeng shook his head, wry smile, "I can't help it."

"Er..." I can't help but glance down, then quickly withdraw, and a flash of embarrassment flashed across my face, "forget it, just draw like this."

Ji Rufeng breathes a sigh of relief. A few years ago, when he was tortured in the middle of the night, he didn't fall asleep. The painting was a mess. What's more, when he saw the red gauze, it was indescribable Impulse.

Ji Rufeng chooses a drawing board of suitable height and finds an angle to stand in front of her.

Yu forgets the dust to pillow the arm to lie on the sofa, the knitting long gown casually puts on the calf, simple but casually, she side head looks at him to use the right hand not quite to be skilled to start to draw, as if just now also uses the right hand in the outside, cannot help but ask: "your right hand also can draw?"

"Well, I can draw." He nodded, saw her also looking at himself and said: "it's just a touch some time ago, it doesn't work, so it's a little strange."

I forget the dust this just at ease, "now good?"

"There should be no problem."

After writing, I forgot to lean on the sofa and stop talking. Gradually, in the middle of the night, she slowly closed her eyes.

He was used to drawing her, but today he didn't know whether his right hand was too hard to use, or for some other reason, he made mistakes repeatedly. When a painting was finished, she was asleep.

Ji Rufeng sits by the bed and looks at her quietly. The quilt opens to reveal half of her chest. On her left chest, a scar is ferocious and lying. That is the place where he kisses and repents again and again today.

To this day, he still did not dare to think about the dangerous situation of that year, nor did he dare to think about how she went through the difficulties and dangers later and quietly survived.

What he didn't dare to think of and didn't know was that he owed her.

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