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Chapter 14 The Little Fresh Meat in Sleep

However, Yi Youxia didn't make any further moves, slipped out of his arms, jumped off the bed, picked up the drawing board and pen from the desk, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed.

Rong Zhenye opened his eyelids curiously, then took a silent breath.

This girl is actually painting him!
Using him as a mannequin without his permission is too daring!

So he turned over, with his back to her, so that she couldn't draw.

A certain woman stood up helplessly and moved to the other side.

He turned over again, and the woman moved again.

After three rounds like this, a certain woman became angry: "Turn over and over, have a erotic dream?"

A certain man sweated, and a row of crows croaked and flew past in his mind.He decided to be gracious and cooperate with her once. If the painting is not good, it will destroy his image, and he will immediately tear it up and throw it into the trash can.

Seeing him not moving, a certain woman shook her head and sighed softly: "It's over, it's so fast to dream."

A certain man vomits blood!

It is a great insult for a man to be questioned about a certain ability!
If the tiger doesn't show its power, you are a sick cat?Raptors don't come out of their holes, are you a little caterpillar?Believe it or not, I will bring you up here, so that you can see how powerful I am!

During the half hour when he struggled to suppress his anger, a certain woman completed her masterpiece - the little fresh meat in her sleep.

"It's so perfect!" She sighed to herself. Obviously, she was praising the painting in her hand, and a certain man thought it was praising herself, and her anger subsided immediately.

When she was about to hide the painting, his deep voice passed through the air faintly: "Is this a violation of portrait rights?"

She was taken aback, turned around and smiled coquettishly: "We are legally husband and wife, so I legally own the right to your portrait." Before she finished speaking, the person on the bed swept over like a tornado and grabbed her Into the arms: "Since you are husband and wife, shouldn't you fulfill your wife's obligations?"

Yi Youxia's face turned pale, and she hurriedly grabbed her collar: "Don't you say that I'm a dried radish, dry and shriveled, and it feels terrible to the touch, so you don't have any interest in me?"

Rong Zhenye let out a low snort, and an angry shadow drifted across his black eyes: "I must rectify my name!"

Obediently!Yi Youxia sticks out her tongue, but he actually hears him. Do you have to have such good ears?

"That...you misunderstood. I was talking about playing football. With your long legs, you will definitely be able to shoot in a second on the football field. Ten Ronaldos can't stop you." She faltered in her explanation. Rong Zhenye was very angry and funny, and when he saw those big black eyes rolling in the eye sockets, they were strange and charming, his anger dissipated completely.However, he couldn't just forgive her lightly, how could his masculine dignity be damaged!
"I'm hungry, hurry up and cook." He ordered.

Yi Youxia was stunned for a moment, the topic changed too quickly, she couldn't react, she turned her head and looked out the window, the sun was hanging in the sky, it was noon, she hadn't had breakfast yet, she was really hungry, but she obviously ate ice gourds outside every day.

"Go out and eat by yourself when you're hungry." She curled her lips.

"Starting today, eat at home, you do it." He had a domineering expression, like a king giving orders, and no objection was allowed.After finishing speaking, he snatched the painting from her hand, took a look at it, and found that the painting was not bad, and took it to the private treasury.

Yi Youxia slandered, bandits and robbers!Fortunately, she didn't really become his wife, otherwise she would not have a good life in bed and off, and would be tortured every minute.

During the few days we have been together, Rong Zhenye has a preliminary impression of her: confused, careless, drinking water can burn her legs, peeling fruits will cut her hands, often forgetting to bring her mobile phone when going out, and walking on dog poop... Today He made a new discovery, that a certain woman is still a hairless iron hen.

(End of this chapter)