After a while, he rubbed his ears and when the performance was about to end, he whispered and said quietly: "When you die, it's not too late for me to draw again."

"Are you cursing me to die sooner? Then you won't be as usual, because I will definitely die later than you!"

Feng Lixue, who was standing beside him, heard Ling Guyu say such a heartless statement, so she was so angry that a small pink fist hit Ling Guyu's small chest.

But the strength is not very strong.

Ling Gu's opera, who had been holding Feng Lixue and not letting go, had a deep flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid. He didn't want her to worry, but instead looked at her with thoughtful eyes and chuckled:

"That's good, the child needs more care for his mother."

He secretly pointed at their future children, and felt a little happy.

Feng Lixue, who was standing beside him, couldn't understand, "What child?"

"What are you talking about about philosophy and geography?"

And then, the Gu Yan opera started to draw again, and then smiled faintly.

Because her doubts never counted as one for him.

So he did it without answering, and stopped after drawing the last stroke, and looked at Feng Lixue, whom he had just copied with satisfaction.

Feng Lixue on the paper had clear and bright pupils, flat phoenix eyebrows, long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair and flawless skin showed a faint red pink. Although her thin lips did not show any color, they were as delicate as rose petals.

She was wrapped in an ink-colored robe, wearing a white gauze over her, revealing her beautiful neck and clearly visible collarbone. The pleats on the skirt were like snow and moonlight flowing on the ground, and she was more than three feet away, making her gait more graceful and gentle. Three thousand black hairs were tied up with a hairband, and a butterfly hair was inserted into her head. A strand of black hair was hanging on her chest, applying a thin pink, only increasing the color. Although her cheeks had no color, the red door sensation on the side of her face created a delicate and cute pure skin like petals. She looked like a butterfly flying in the wind, and also like a clear and transparent ice and snow.

A very similar painting shows that the painting skills of Gu Yan Opera are absolutely amazing!

And he is very good at learning and not complicated.

So Gu Yanxi nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Okay, this is you, you in my eyes."

"That's ugly!"

Feng Lixue's contemptuous thoughts that she didn't know how to appreciate.

After all, she likes to see the Western style, portraits of men and women without clothes. It looks super realistic and has the real beauty when she looks!

But Ling Guyu, who was holding her in his arms, interrupted her with a twitching corner, and then pulled up her little melon-shaped face and said:

"…, Feng Lixue, I'm very happy?"

‘I’m very happy to be sneered?’

‘Isn’t this the modern thing I said before? How did this little kid learn so quickly?’

Feng Lixue blinked his cute big eyes and screamed:

"Hate! Don't imitate me!"

When Ling Guyu listened to Feng Lixue's coquettish voice for the first time, his hands suddenly pulled a little too much, and Feng Lixue felt his little face hurt!

So she patted his hand away and said:

"Hey! It hurts so much! My face is so cute! Why are you pulling my face? Slap! Split it apart!"

Let Gu Yanxi listen to Feng Lixue's roar, so his eyes contracted and became cold.

“…”

"Because you are cute"

"Because I can!..."

At this moment, Feng Lixue became weaker when she saw his cold eyes, shrank in no time, and murmured: "What do you want to do... look at me like this..."
Chapter completed!