Chapter 1960: She has always been afraid of him (1)

Her water eyes opened wide...
As far as she could see, it was too shocking. What she saw in front of her was a work of art. Looking at it under such a bright light, she almost didn't shed any saliva.
She has always known that his skin is good, not just the facial features, and even the skin is naturally noble. At first glance, he was born rich and exquisite. Although it is not appropriate to use this word to describe a man, it is not only exquisite, She couldn't think of a second word.
The little girl stared straight at first, then her eyes dropped down, and she accidentally dropped to a place where she shouldn't be looking.
Fortunately, he still had some moral integrity and left a piece of personal clothing.
However, he can see clearly, he, he...
Xue'er knew nothing about love and love, and her face was hot at this time, and she was indescribably shy.
He bit his mouth, half-closed his eyes, leaned over to reach for his bathrobe, threw it to him, and his voice trembled slightly, "You put on your clothes first."
With the clothes tucked in his arms, she would not dare to be presumptuous anymore.
After all, she is not his opponent.
Ye Muyun's eyes were deep, "How do I paint with clothes?"
He put his hand on the underwear, "Or, have to take it all off? Huh?"
"No need!" The little girl screamed, covering her eyes.
The fragile situation was like a little beast, and his mood was extremely happy.
Fingertips scratched her small face, and her slender legs trembled, "Don't pretend to be dead, come down."
Not only did she not get up, but she lay on her stomach, hugging him rascally.
But her face slipped, and an accident happened... She got stuck where she should be.
Warm, to piping hot, then to hot--
She wailed again, "Let go of me."
"You are holding me yourself." His voice was pleasant and nasty. His big palm pressed her thin shoulders, pressing down heinously...
"Um..." she whispered vaguely, her voice trembling with a soft touch.
In this way, he couldn't bear it too, and tortured her, in fact, tortured himself.
The big palm was released, she immediately backed away, trying to escape, but when his leg hooked, she fell to the side.
Looking at him with tears, there were accusations in his eyes.
Ye Muyun didn't have much expression on her face, she reached out her hand and hooked her little face, with a hint of teasing in her voice: "Hey, I will let you go after I finish the drawing."
"Really?" She bit her lip habitually, with a timid expression on her face.
He didn't say anything, just looked at her.
After all, after so many years, she still knows his temper. If she doesn't paint tonight, she probably doesn't want to sleep anymore. So she got out of bed barefoot, took a brush and paper and sat on the pink sofa opposite the bed and started painting.
Ye Muyun's posture was leisurely and her eyes were unpredictable. She looked at it like this, very stressed.
However, he was patient and stayed half leaning there, motionless.
She was also forced to look at him with only a small piece of clothing, staring at him for about an hour, feeling that she was going to have a needle eye...
In order to retaliate, she deliberately repaired a place, looking less arrogant.
"Okay." Her voice was soft, "Do you want to take a look?"
His eyes were still deep, with only a hmm.
Xueer didn't dare to long for him to come, so she had to send it by herself.
The small body in pajamas crawled over, leaned softly on his shoulder, and handed him the painting in his hand.
Ye Muyun took it, his eyes faint, but he looked carefully.