Su Miao looked at him and nodded almost without any hesitation, “Good.”
But in front of the handsome to the extreme face is still taut, deep gaze probing look at her, like still do not rest assured.
Su Miao helplessly got up in the past, hands holding his handsome face, black and white eyes through the full seriousness, “Well, I’m just careful to casually eat a vinegar, you don’t so on the line nervous.”
“…… seriously?”
“Well ah.”
The man’s handsome face only then gradually loosened.
Su Miao let out a laugh, “I want to see the me you drew.”
Di Bei Yu looked a little uncomfortable and frowned, “Didn’t you read it?”
Her expression was serious and dissatisfied, “I just looked at it twice that day, and I was still startled by you, I didn’t even have time to look at it properly.”
“…… Eat before you look at it.”
“You’ll make me not feel like eating.”
Di Bei Yu sighed, his palm helplessly touched her head, “Wait for you to finish reading the food is cold, so finish eating and then read it, hmm?”
This man is still brutal when he should be brutal, not letting her in at all.
Su Miao hummed, “Got it.”
However, her eating movements were obviously much faster than just now, and after eating with great difficulty, she immediately pulled him up.
Su Miao thought that the many, many in Liu Qingwan’s mouth would at most fill up the entire bookshelf, because it was on the bookshelf that she bumped over things last time before discovering those paintings.
But when the man opened the door of the secret room and looked at the rice paper piled up inside, her expression froze.
It really is …… many, many, many, calling it a luxurious array.
Obviously painted are all her, but also are all back profile profile and so on even the face of her, painted out should also be a thousand and one is right, but bias she put her eyes to look at, every painting on her are different eating, drinking, enjoying flowers, watching the moon ……
Su Miao subconsciously wanted to make fun of him, but once she remembered why he drew these, she couldn’t say anything.
Her heart was sour and astringent.
Su Miao looked at one of the pictures where she was fluttering a butterfly and pursed her lips, “Di Bei Yu.”Her fingertips brushed over the beautiful butterflies on the picture, “You said last time that it was all drawn a few years ago. So many …… there isn’t a single one that you drew recently?”
[Something from a few years ago, I am not going to waste this time nowadays. If you look at these two paintings and feel that I am still in love with you, you don’t have to have this trouble.]
Because of his words, she’s been nagging at him for quite a while now.
“Fooled you, silly.”The man behind her encircled her waist, his low voice transmitting a few points of helplessness and a few points of sighs, “What was said at that time, all of it was a lie to you only thinking that you, this woman, are so bad, I can’t fall for your tricks again.”
If all were painted a few years ago, then how many things he had to paint a few years ago, which has so much time.
All the paintings here, in bits and pieces, the latest one was actually painted before he went to Beixi.
He just didn’t want to admit it in front of her.
Su Miao’s eyes are a little sour, catching his hand and turning around, “But none of these have a face.”
“…… Well.”
“Do you hate me too much, so you deliberately don’t draw a face for me?”
“No.”He just didn’t know how to put down the brush, how to draw doesn’t look like her.
Of course Su Miao knew it wasn’t, the real reason, she had already heard Mirror Cultivation say.
She blinked and gave a fake unhappy hum, “Then you have to make it up for me before you can do so.”
