Qiao Liu painted in the smog of the kissed clouds, with his head buzzing and some blank.
Her black hair was scattered on the pillow, and the whole person was completely fixed by gongxileng.
Because of Gong Xi's cold kiss, Qiao Liu painted her eyes like silk, with crimson color on her face.
Gong xi's cold kiss was deep and deep. The temperature on his body was boiling hot. It seemed that he wanted to transmit the temperature to Qiao Liu's painting.
Qiao Liuhua's whole body is fixed. He is so drowsy that he can only unconsciously and instinctively cling to Gongxi Leng.
Looking at the lovely person in his arms, gong xi's cold and excited body is going to explode.
His body was like a fire.
He was so emotional that his fingers touched Qiao Liuhua's skin.
Qiao Liuhua feels like an electric shock, and his whole body is numb.
She looked at Gongxi coldly, with water in her eyes.
This kind of Qiao Liu painting can completely drive gong xi crazy.
Gong xi is cold because he can't bear the emotion, because his body is tight, his whole blood is boiling, it seems to burst.
He breathed deeply and tried to suppress the surging tide. He could not hurt the painting.
He's going to take his time.
Because of restraint, gong xi's cold forehead is sweating, dripping on Qiao Liuhua's skin, adding to the beauty and moving.
Gong xi looks at Qiao Liu's paintings coldly, and the ones with deep feelings in his eyes will burn Qiao Liu's paintings.
Just for the cold eyes of shanggongxi, Qiao Liuhua's body is soft.
She felt that Gong Xi's cold eyes would light her up.
She also breathed violently, her body was fluctuating with the breath, but this gesture fell in Gong Xi's cold eyes, which made him almost explode.
"Picturesque......"
Gong xi's cold voice is more hoarse.
Qiao Liu's painting is more foggy. She seems to be in a trance and can't tell where it is now.
The palace stream in front of me was also a little confused.
Even if gong xi is about to explode, he treats Qiao Liu's paintings carefully, as if the people in his arms are his treasures, as if they are fragile dolls, and as careful as he is.
It's so gentle.
Even if he wants to kiss deeply, he treats Qiao Liuhua tenderly.
He knows how he used to be cruel to Qiao Liuhua, so now, he dare not be rash, dare not force.
He didn't want the painter to be afraid of him any more. He wanted to make her happy. He wanted to please Qiao Liuhua.
It's true that in his heart, he wanted to make Qiao Liuhua feel the joy.
So even if he wants to boil and explode, he is also gently guiding Qiao Liuhua step by step.
Gong xi's coldness is so strong that his hands are shaking.
With almost a choking tone, he kept shouting in Qiao Liuhua's ear, "draw, draw..."
How much he loves her, only his own heart is clear, no words can express his inner feelings.
Maybe he can only express his passion in this way.
Let the painting feel it.
Qiao Liuhua is confused. When her fingers can move, she grabs the sheet with strength.
She's very crispy.
"The stream is cold..."
A Jiao Jiao soft voice from the mouth of Qiao Liu painting shouted out, gong xi cold listen to, breathing more heavy.
His eyes are red. "How are you doing, painter?"
He asked Joe hoarsely how he felt.
He carefully looked at the expression of Qiao Liu's painting to see if he could continue.
He was also afraid deep inside.
Because I care too much, I'm afraid.