Wang Ye's divorce letter, please accept it

Chapter 441 Tell Me Again
Ye Yao watched quietly from the side, only to see him raising his hand and skillfully sketching on the paper.

With just a few strokes, she realized that it was her own figure.

Holding the pen in her hand, she suddenly felt that she was useless at all, so she stood aside completely stupidly, acting as a bystander.

In less than a stick of incense, her facial features have been drawn.

Ye Yao looked at the scene on the paper and found that it was a little familiar. For a while, he just couldn't remember which scene it was.

"It's your turn." Sima Fengji put down his pen and smiled faintly at her.

"What?" Ye Yao pointed to himself, with a look of disbelief, "You really asked me to draw?"

She lowered her head and looked at the paper. Such a vivid and exquisite painting, if she was asked to draw a few strokes, the style of the painting would immediately change from a beautiful one to a runaway caricature!

The picture was so beautiful that she didn't even dare to think about it.

Sima Fengji didn't even dare to think about it.

Beside such a beautiful little thing, there was an extra figure with two eyes, two circles, two dots on the nose, a mouth and a horizontal line. He couldn't look directly at it.

He turned around behind her, held her hand, and gently dipped the ink a few times.

"Follow my strength, follow my movements, and I will teach you."

Ye Yao nodded, her hands were still trembling in disbelief, she really wasn't good at writing.

His hand firmly held hers, and she didn't dare to use any strength at all, so she just followed his movements, the first stroke was formed, but nothing could be seen at all.

When he was painting her, he did it in one go. Why did he feel so unfamiliar when it was his turn to paint?

Ye Yao secretly raised her head and looked at his handsome face. She found that his side face was even more amazing, it was 360 degrees handsome without any dead ends!Looking at it, she found that her mind was not on painting at all.

How can he be so charming?Take a look at it, think about it again, and never get tired of watching it.

Isn't there a saying called aesthetic fatigue?

His beauty can completely break this law and ignore everything!
Out of the corner of Sima Fengji's eye, he saw her staring at him bewilderedly.For the first time in his life, he felt that it was a good thing for him to have such a good skin. At least, he could make this little thing dizzy.

Concentrating, she lowered her head and found that there was already a large outline on the rice paper. At this moment, she could see it clearly.

This is the scene of him teaching her Kung Fu in the courtyard of the Duke's Mansion!

Of course, that day, he also bullied her severely, and even slapped her ass!

Thinking of what happened that day, she couldn't help feeling angry and her face puffed up.

With a sigh of relief, watching the painting become clearer and clearer, the corners of her lips raised uncontrollably.

"That day, you cut my hair, what else did you say?"

Sima Fengji's eyes fell on her smiling face, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Don't you remember?"

"I don't seem to remember, please tell me again." Where did she not remember, she just wanted to hear him say it again.

"Tie hair as husband and wife." He leaned close to her ear and said softly.

He just said one sentence, and the next sentence was picked up by the little thing in his arms.

"White heads never leave each other." Ye Yao said slowly.

Her eyes fell back to the painting, if only time could stop, it would be great.

"There are still a few strokes, and the next step is to color."

"I'll do the coloring myself! You do mine, and I do yours!" Ye Yao immediately suggested.

"You fuck me, I fuck you..." He repeated with some meaning.

Ye Yao looked at him and was speechless. He could think of everything.

Sima Fengji held her hand and drew the last few strokes into shape. A painting finally took shape.

Ye Yao took the pen, dazed slightly, and traced his hair lightly. She was very careful with every stroke, for fear that the painting would be damaged. As she was painting, her nose was itchy, and she immediately raised her hand , rubbed towards the nose.

As a result, I dyed some ink on the tip of her nose, and she looked like a cute little dirty cat!
Ye Yao had only painted half of her hair, and saw that Sima Fengji had already finished painting all the colors of her clothes. She looked at the figure on the painting, and he even embroidered the clothes she wore that day. I remember all the flower decorations clearly.

As soon as Sima Fengji raised his head, his eyes met, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

Ye Yao glanced at himself, and didn't think there was anything abnormal. Why did he smile so strangely?Like how funny she is.

"Is there something on my face?"

"No, let's continue to paint." Sima Fengji shook his head, her appearance was simply too cute.

He didn't want to affect the mood of the two of them painting because of that little ink.

Ye Yao couldn't help raising his hand again, rubbing his nose, and accidentally stained his face.Unaware of it, she lowered her head and continued to paint her hair.

Sima Fengji put down his pen, Ye Yao was still blowing his hair, he shook his head helplessly, fortunately, the painting is passable, it shows that she really put her heart into it.

"Hands are so sore!" Ye Yao stood up and rubbed his wrists.

Sima Fengji turned around behind her, held her hand, and quickly filled up all the other blank spaces.

"You are already wearing snow-colored clothes, so you don't need to color them?"

"Of course not, but this is much simpler, I'll do it."

When Ye Yao heard this, he immediately threw the pen aside and sat down to rest.

Only then did he realize that his hands and the corners of his clothes were all black with ink. He raised his head again and looked at Sima Fengji, only to see that his snow-colored clothes were still clean.

The contrast is simply too stark!
They are also drawing, and he has drawn more than hers. Why does she look like she is rolling in ink, but he hasn't got any ink on her?

A strange look flashed in Ye Yao's eyes, she secretly picked up her pen, and drew one of her most skilled abstract paintings on his sleeve.

Two circle eyes, two dotted noses, and a mouth across.

Out of the corner of Sima Fengji's eye, seeing her mischievous appearance, he smiled dotingly and let her go.

After an hour, the painting was finally finished.

Sima Fengji turned around and put his arms around Ye Yao's body. Ye Yao's clothes were stained just now, and all of them were printed on Ye Yao's body. This time, both of them were covered with black ink marks.

"Ah! Don't hug me!" When she remembered it, it was already too late. Looking at the ink stains on her clothes, she wanted to cry, but she knew that she would not play just now!

"It's all dirty, it's all ink, how can it be cleaned?"

Sima Fengji smiled mischievously, "Wash it well, it will definitely be clean, it's getting late, let's go wash it!"

(End of this chapter)