Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

Dye long song every time painting, the time has a long and short, not sure.

But today, perhaps because of a sudden feeling, perhaps because of Si Heng's presence, ran Changge has a kind of peace of mind, unexpectedly, it is unknowingly painted to dark.

Until the outside of the sky are dark down, dye long song pen did not stop.

Or Si Heng couldn't help but make a sound and said slowly to her, "long song, it's late. If you don't draw well, you can continue tomorrow. Don't strain your body so long. "

Her legs, standing for so long, are afraid to have an impact.

Si Heng's eyes, can't help but fall on dye long song's leg, want to reach out to touch, but don't dare.

Ran Changge has been immersed in his paintings, and he has not heard what Si Heng is saying.

Every time she draws, she is so devoted.

Although there are candles and night pearls shining in the room, the light is very good, but the legs of the long song are not able to hold on.

The temperature at night is a little chilly.

Si Heng called her twice, but he didn't pay attention to himself, so he stopped shouting. He helped her finish grinding the ink on her hand. Then he moved a small stool and sat down in front of dye Changge painting table.

As soon as I reach out, I can touch the knee of dye Changsong.

Si Heng gently kneaded it for her.

Dye long song although put in, but suddenly more people in her knee so move, she naturally feel.

The brush in my hand almost didn't destroy the painting in front of me.

Looking down at Si Heng, he is about to drill to the bottom of the table.

Dye long song frown, face back a retreat, "Si Heng, what are you doing?"

Si Heng just kneaded it twice. As soon as she retreated, she couldn't touch it. However, she had to straighten up and look at the humanity in front of her, "if you continue to draw, I will try not to disturb you. But you can't stand still for so long

"Don't worry, I've been studying with the great doctor in recent years, and I've also found many people to practice. I'm sure there's no problem with my technique. It won't hurt you."

Like afraid to dye a long song, he can't help but guarantee himself.

He is afraid that he can't even compare this massage technique with the imperial doctors in the palace, so that one day, he can help dye long song to rub it.

Ran Changge looks at the people in front of him and hears what he said, but there is something wrong in his heart.

He is like this, these things, really not he can do.

Not to mention anything else, he just squatted in front of himself and massaged her

Dye long song looks a little dazzling.

"My legs are OK. It's fine today. It's not cloudy and rainy. It doesn't hurt." Dye Changsong's mood is a little low. Looking at the person in front of him, he continued, "you don't need to do such a thing again in the future. You really don't need to."

"I'm just painting. I'm not doing anything very tired. I won't hurt myself."

As an emperor, he didn't have to be so humble in front of her.

In her heart, this person should always be the one who was so tall when he approached ran Fu and pulled her out of the sea of fire.

How, how did it become this way?

Once her mind was disturbed, she was completely out of the mind to continue painting. Looking at the people in front of her, she felt as if she was blocked by something. She couldn't say anything for a long time.