Bei Chenyan's head was resting on the pillow, he looked down at his chest that had been pulled open, and his thin lips suddenly curled up in a faint curve.

He slowly sat up with his arms and reorganized his collar, and said in a faint voice: "It doesn't matter if you see it, I won't lose any piece of meat anyway."

Yun Chuchu: "..."

"Okay, I've already tidied up my clothes, you don't have to cover your eyes anymore." After Bei Chenyan tidied up his clothes, he stood up from the bed, gently touched Yun Chuchu's arm and said, "You just said, have you painted a portrait for me?"

"Ah...Okay." Yun Chuchu suddenly came to her senses. She looked at Bei Chenyan with a blushing face, then tried to make herself pretend to be calm and walked towards the desk and said, "Come here and take a look, are you satisfied or not."

Bei Chenyan smiled with his lips pursed and followed her silently to the desk.

There was a painting with undried ink on the desk. The person on the painting sat upright on the bed, looking forward with a smile, with a kind and kind eyes...

Bei Chenyan looked at the painting in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he finally couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth and said, "I don't know why, this picture looks a little familiar..."

"Where does it look familiar?" Yun Chuchu raised his head and asked at him.

"Just..." Bei Chenyan stretched out a white and slender finger, gently stroked his chin, and his delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, "Don't you think this painting looks a bit similar to the portraits of the Qing Dynasty emperors hanging in the museum? This expression...this posture..."

Yun Chuchu: "..."

Damn, what should I do if I was discovered!?

It’s all because Bei Chenyan suddenly smiled brightly at her while painting, which made her afraid to look up at him later, and she also tried hard to recall the portraits of emperors of previous dynasties in her heart. As she painted like this, of course she was a bit off-the-scenes...

Yun Chuchu closed his eyes, raised his head and squeezed out a bright smile at Bei Chenyan and said, "Why, do you think I'm not drawing well?"

"This...isn't..." Bei Chenyan hesitated for a moment and suddenly walked behind Yun Chuchu, reached out to pick up the pen she placed on the table, and directly wrapped her whole body in his arms. Then he looked down at the painting in front of him, picked up the pen and changed the painting.

Yun Chuchu was stunned and before he could react, he was directly entangled in a warm arms.

Her back was tightly pressed against Bei Chenyan's chest, and the heat from his chest was directly transmitted to her through the thin clothes.

The cold air that belongs to him also instantly surrounded her [Bayi Chinese website www.x81zw.me].

Yun Chuchu suddenly stood there nervously, watching Bei Chenyan's hand holding the brush rise and fall, changing the expression of the person in the painting to make it more like her.

After a while, Bei Chenyan stopped writing, lowered his head and asked softly at Yun Chuchu, "Do you think it's more like me if you change it like this?"

"Uh...um...it looks like it!! It's much more like it just now!" Yun Chuchu blushed and looked at the painting in front of her, and replied stammeringly.

"Well... but I feel like something is missing..." Bei Chenyan stared at the painting for a while, then continued to lift his pen and said, "I understand..."
Chapter completed!