Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 4374: Your likes are really scary

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The first reaction of Chu Wuxin opening his eyes was to look at the bedside.

After discovering that there was no one on the bed.

Get up quickly and look in the direction of the sound.

I saw the girl standing by the desk.

Staring at the desk, the picture of the beauty he just drew.

Qingjun's indifferent face is a rare blush.

"Chu Wuxin."

Ye Qingluo did not panic when he overturned the inkstone.

She slowly raised her head to meet Chu Wuxin's face: "You painted these?"

Chu Wuxin stood up and walked towards Ye Qingluo.

Finally, I stopped at the opposite side of Ye Qingluo.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the picture of the beauty sleeping on the desktop.

He stretched out his hand, seeming to want to touch the beauty's sleeping face.

But the still ink on the top made him hold his hand.

"Why did you draw me?" Ye Qingluo laughed at Chu Wuxin's actions.

I was caught by her, and he was secretly painting her, so he didn't panic.

Still in front of her, touching her in the painting.

Is this an idiot? !

Chu Wuxin's gaze remained on the girl in the painting.

However, the expression on his face is obviously less cold and harder than before, and has become much softer.

His thin lips are frivolous, with an upward arc, Lu Yan Fanghua: "Because I like it, I painted it."

I have to admit.

Chu Wuxin smiled.

It's really exciting.

But...

Ye Qingluo means that there is no fluctuation in his heart.

Her face is cold, her narrow and charming eyes, when she raises her eyes, she is full of cold light: "Your love is really terrible."

Chu Wuxin just chuckled and didn't give a half answer.

The expression in his eyes looking at the girl in the painting became softer.

Ye Qingluo: "..."

This feeling is really weird!

She pursed her pink lips, reached out and pulled the painting on the table aside.

Chu Wuxin's complexion changed suddenly, and he split his hand to regain the drawing paper.

Ye Qingluo took two steps back, avoiding Chu Wuxin's extended hand.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a smile: "I am here, what's the point of you staring at the painting?"

Chu Wuxin's gaze finally moved from the painting to Ye Qingluo.

His deep ink eyes are very deep, and they are filled with emotions that ordinary people can't understand.

"Put down the painting."

His voice is very calm, and he can't hear much emotion.

Ye Qingluo sneered: "Chu Wuxin, you have nothing to say, do you want to explain to me?"

Chu Wuxin's voice is very weak: "If you do it, you do it, and the explanation will not change your opinion of me."

"What on earth do you want to do?!" Ye Qingluo took the painting in his hand and patted heavily on the desktop.

The ink that hasn't dried yet, due to several winds, blurs the sleeping face of Qingcheng.

Chu Wuxin looked at the painting, rendering the ink stains, and there seemed to be a storm in his eyes.

But soon, it stopped again.

His thin lips moved slightly, and he faintly uttered a word: "It's going to be painted again."

"Chu Wuxin!" Ye Qingluo felt like a punch on the cotton.

No matter how she yelled at Chu Wuxin or cast fire, Chu Wuxin ignored her.

His attention was not focused on what she was asking.

In other words, he doesn't care about these words at all.

Or, when he did this from the beginning, he thought about the consequences.

So, he is mentally prepared.

Chu Wuxin pulled out the ruined beauty picture from Ye Qingluo's palm.

His movements are very careful.

It's like treating some treasure.

Until the drawing paper is drawn out.

He slowly held the drawing paper in his palm.