Sir Ares,Goodnight!

Luo Shihan's thinking is confused. She can't keep calm and rational thinking when facing Zhan Ye. She speaks incoherently. "Her face, her nose and her mouth are bigger than Zhan Ye's..." Zhan hanjue's face is like a masterpiece carved by God. There is no superfluous existence.

Zhan hanjue couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and hooked his fingers to Luo Shihan.

Luo Shihan walks over stupidly. Zhan hanjue's pincer like hand suddenly pinches her mouth. With the other hand, he picks up the tape beside her and completely seals her mouth.

"The ability of expression is so lacking, you'd better use your hands!" He is domineering, ruthless and cruel.

"Wuwuwuwu..." Luo Shihan glared at Zhan hanjue and cursed, "Zhan hanjue, you bastard, you scum..."

Zhan hanjue sat back in his chair, his frown eased. He took out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer and handed it to Luo Shihan, "draw her."

Luo Shihan shakes her head desperately. Why should she draw when she can say something clearly in three or two sentences?

How much trouble does drawing take?

What's more, he taught her how to draw. Can't she draw in front of him?

Zhan hanjue looked down at Luo Shihan and ordered, "Luo Shihan, draw quickly, don't waste time."

Luo Shihan tried his best to enunciate clearly: "my painting skill is poor."

Zhan hanjue stares at her, "is it worse than your ability of expression?"

Luo Shi suddenly picked up the brush and painted on the white A4 paper.

At first, she could conceal her writing skills, but gradually, as she got better, she revealed her instinctive habits.

For example, in the intermission, out of the habit of instinct, she would wrap the pen with her whole fist. Even if she scribbled on the paper, her writing skills were very skillful.

Zhan hanjue looked at her gesture of holding the pen and the way of drawing lines, and his eyes slowly overflowed with a touch of consternation.

If you don't look at Luo Shihan's face, he has the illusion that Zheng Ling is painting.

Luo Shihan drew a few more strokes. He raised his eyes to see Zhan hanjue's astonishment. He was so scared that Luo Shihan lost his pen and hastily adjusted his posture. This is a very formal gesture.

But the more she covered up, the more surprised he was. What was she covering up?

He looked at Luo Shihan's face with astonishment. Unexpectedly, he found that she was wronged with her mouth. Occasionally, she was playful and lively. Occasionally, she frowned and thought... Her charm was a copy of Zheng Ling.

Zhan hanjue's chest fluctuated inexplicably. He tried his best to suppress his curiosity.

After Luo Shihan finished his painting, he gave him a smile.

This picture, let him again stunned. Because every time Zheng Ling finished his difficult homework, he would breathe with relief.

And then smile at him!

He suddenly caught Luo Shihan's wrist out of control... Luo Shihan cried out, "master Zhan, what do you want to do?"

He couldn't understand what she said, so he had to tear off the tape on her mouth. He wanted to be gentle, but because he was too excited, he hurt her.

Luo Shihan covered his mouth in pain and jumped up, "ah, it's killing me!"

Zhan hanjue looked at her skipping with her mouth covered. It was like seeing her panic when she was caught eating instant noodles before... At that moment, the operation in her mind was still.

Like, like!

Luo Shihan suddenly turned back her hair, and now he was looking at his eyes. It was very unusual. She put out her hand and waved in front of him, "what's the matter with you, master Zhan? Did you recognize the woman I painted? "

Zhan hanjue held her wrist and looked at her steadily.

"Zhan ye..." Luo Shihan held up her painting and handed it to Zhan hanjue.