Dress as a princess to be a group pet

Chapter 1193 Youlan Yuecang 19
Looking down, Sikong Yuecang actually painted himself.

In the painting, she is sitting by the stream with a sweet smile on her face, her little feet are soaking in the stream, and the fish in the water are kissing her toes lightly.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, she is as beautiful as an elf who has fallen into the mortal world, her slightly upturned lips are more charming than the color of cherry blossoms.

this. . .This is how the same thing?

Sikong Yuecang and himself have never met each other except for a few times in the garden.

But the situation in this painting is obviously the picture of her by the stream.

She would go to the creek to play every afternoon, but except for Yue Luo who followed her, no one else followed her.

"You... What are you painting for me?"

Sikong Yuecang put down the paintbrush, gently blowing on the paper with his luscious lips, and raised his head after a while, "Do you like it?"

His voice was soft, and his eyes full of autumn water focused on her.

Wanwan's heart jumped wildly, "You...you haven't answered my question yet."

Depend on. .This guy Sikong Yuecang. . .It's so beautiful.

"I saw Wanwan playing by the stream, and I thought it was cute playing in the water, so I drew it."

In fact, it was because the streamside had always been a place he frequented, and now because a certain little girl went to play by the stream every day, he could only watch her quietly from a distance every day.

"Did you see me playing by the stream?"

Sikong Yuecang nodded, "Yes."

Wanwan frowned, "But why didn't I see you?"

"Because I'm hiding in a place that Wan Wan can't see."

"You... are you spying on me?"

Sikong Yuecang picked handsomely, "Peeping?"

What does it mean! !

"That's right, you hide and look at me secretly. This is called voyeurism. Do you know that it's very impolite for you to peek at a woman like this?"

The corners of Sikong Yuecang's mouth raised slightly, and his slender, fair fingers gently stroked a strand of silver hair on his chest, "Then next time, I won't peep at Wanwan, and look at it openly, okay?"

Wanwan was taken aback for a moment, "Eh..."

"Wanwan, do you like this painting?"

(End of this chapter)