The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"It's okay, it's fine to keep it, there's no need to remove it, I really want to keep it." He didn't know how to express his strong desire, and said incoherently.

He was a little at a loss. She once asked him to know what was on the back of his neck to tease him. Only then did he really know that his so-called knowledge before was so ignorant.

"The reason?" Qiong Ying insisted on asking the root cause, she didn't accept just wanting, she wanted to know the reason.

"...I think it's very good, the painting skills are superb, I... like it very much." Ye Chen said hesitantly, his heart was in trouble.

He had never seen her paint, and never knew she could paint, but he was not surprised, she was almost omnipotent, a mythical existence, untouchable.

"Oh? So simple? I'll draw you one later." Qiong Ying seemed very magnanimous, and it was rare for him to like it, so what if he painted ten or eight.

"No, it's good to leave it on the nape of the neck, there's no need to remove it." Ye Chen corrected his words, he knew it ten years late, and he didn't want to accept disillusionment in just a moment.

"What do you like to leave on the back of your neck?" Qiongying asked suspiciously.

"En." Ye Chen's voice was so inaudible that he could hardly hear it himself.He didn't like it or not, he just wanted to keep it strongly, perhaps, this was the deepest thing she gave him.

I vaguely remember that there were lotus flowers blooming in the fire that day, and I vaguely saw such a lotus flower on her face, overlapping with the lotus flower in front of the mirror.

"It's also simple. How about I repaint a red plum? Or a peony, what do you like?" She can only paint red.

"No, Lian is very good, I like Lian." Ye Chen was at a loss for words, and he was a little anxious because he was not good at words, for fear that she would erase the mark with one stroke.

"It's not difficult, let's paint green lotus, but it will take some time." It is necessary to find purple paint, and the painting must be exquisite, and the texture and color of the paint must not have any flaws.

"No, Honglian is very good, I... only like Honglian..." Speaking of this, Ye Chen was completely at a loss for words, and he didn't even know what he said.

"Really? Why didn't I know you liked Honglian before?" Qiongying looked at him in the mirror, a playful smile flashed in his eyes.

"..." Seeing that the ice in her hand had disappeared, Ye Chen took a deep breath, but didn't know how to answer.

"Aside from liking lotus, what else do you like?" Qiong Ying put down his hair, smoothed it out in strands, and let it fall down his back.

"No more." Through the mirror, Ye Chen could clearly see what she was doing behind him, as well as her rare gentle expression.

"That's a pity." Qiong Ying circled around him again, and said to him in the mirror pretending to be pity.

pity?what a pityYe Chen looked at her in the mirror suspiciously.

"If you like something else, maybe I'll draw something for you. On paper, you can draw a lot. Of course, I can't draw everything."

She hadn't painted for a long time, and since she painted a red lotus on the back of his neck ten years ago, she hasn't painted yet.

Now she is in a good mood, so she will probably paint patiently.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's expression flickered for a moment, his silent eyes shone brightly, as bright as obsidian, in fact he didn't need her to draw anything, her words were enough.