"Hahaha..." The whole family laughed, and Ma Xiaofeng burst into laughter, and several of the bumps on her head disappeared.

…

At nine-thirty in the evening, Ma Xiaolong looked at the cinnabar on the canvas. Even though it was painted by his own hands, he was amazed and boasted repeatedly.

It’s so beautiful, and my painting is so beautiful.

After the outer layer of paint solidified, Ma Xiaolong used a hair dryer to speed up the drying of the oil painting. While blowing it, he complained: "It's too troublesome to break the oil painting. If I don't have a million in the future, I will be like a dog if I paint again."

Because of the trouble, Zhusha waited until ten o'clock in the evening to see the painting.

Not only Cinnabar, the whole family ran upstairs to see what the oil painting painted by Ma Xiaolong looked like?

When Ma Xiaolong lifted the cloth covering the oil painting, everyone let out an exclamation.

On the canvas, there is the appearance of Zhu Sha wearing the Hanfu with charm +5 the year before last, with double bun, red cloak, and plum snow as a foil, which is incredibly beautiful.

Ma Xiaolong slightly blurred the image to add a hazy beauty, but also covered up the Bodhisattva's figure with Charm +5, making everyone feel amazed but not distracted.

"This is so beautiful!" Liu Ying's eyes flickered, and she grabbed Ma Xiaolong's wrist excitedly: "Xiaolong, remember to draw your mother beautifully, so that she can also amaze others."

"...Haha." It's okay to be pretty, but if you don't have good looks, don't even think about the stunning effect of cinnabar.

Ma Xiaofeng looked at the painting and burst into tears: I obviously finished it first.

Grandma praised: "Our cinnabar is just beautiful, like a fairy."

Grandpa nodded cheerfully: "I have lived for sixty years, and I have never seen a little girl prettier than Cinnabar."

Ma Qiangsheng: “…”

Faced with the compliments from everyone, Zhu Sha just smiled with her eyes narrowed, and her smile was particularly beautiful.

…

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Ma Xiaolong took a shower and walked into the bedroom with a popsicle. Ma Xiaofeng in the cubicle was still holding a handheld computer and playing games, while Zhu Sha was sitting on the bedside, holding a copy of "Sword and Fairy" in his hand.

"Xia Biography".

Seeing him come in, he smiled and said, "Why didn't you blow dry your hair?"

"My hair is short, it will be dry in a while." Ma Xiaolong walked to the bed and sat down: "Lean in."

Zhusha moved inside, and Ma Xiaolong sat on the head of the bed, took a bite of the popsicle, and said, "How many times have you seen it? You still haven't seen enough!"

Zhu Sha smiled slightly: "This Lin Yue is as picturesque as me. I can't get enough of it."

"Well……"

Indeed, after Ma Xiaolong painted himself as Li Xiaoyao, he directly put the cinnabar face on Lin Yueru, and Zhao Ling'er...

"I just didn't expect you to draw Xiaojun as Zhao Ling'er." Zhu Sha narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Do you have any thoughts about Xiaojun?"

"No, absolutely not!" Ma Xiaolong firmly denied: "I just think Xiaojun's face has a silly and naive aura, which is more in line with Zhao Ling'er's image." He paused: "I originally wanted to draw you, but you and Zhao Ling'er

My image doesn’t quite fit, but Lin Yueru is more like you.”

Zhu Sha narrowed her eyes and looked at him. After listening to his explanation, she smiled and said, "Okay, I believe what you said."

"That's pretty much it." Ma Xiaolong breathed a sigh of relief and took another bite of the popsicle.

Mmm, sweet.

Zhu Sha looked at him, smiled and said, "Let me have a taste."

"Here...uh!"

Ma Xiaolong opened his eyes wide, and the touch on his cheek was so unexpected.

Cinnabar's lips parted at the first touch, and with a slight blush on her face, she said, "Thank you for the painting."
Chapter completed!