Mo Qingcheng was slightly stunned, then nodded slightly. He didn't even know when a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It turned out that Buli had such a nice name - Niao'er, which really matched the cloud-like face...

Yu Qianhua captured the expression of Mo Qingcheng in her eyes, and her eyes were rolled up like ink paintings, with an unspeakable calmness, and then she chuckled and murmured.

"That's it, that's fine..." Mo Qingcheng was a little puzzled. The woman's way of speaking was a bit strange... She thought she was already very imaginative when she spoke. But she was increasingly unable to understand the woman's words in front of her...

Yu Qianhua suddenly blinked at Mo Qingcheng, and then suddenly held Mo Qingcheng's hand the next second, and then pulled Mo Qingcheng all the way...

Mo Qingcheng was puzzled. Yu Qianhua's hands were as smooth as the best silk, and the strength was not very strong, but Mo Qingcheng couldn't even make it...

To be honest, although Mo Qingcheng usually looks careless and heartless, it is only in Mo Qingcheng's heart. This kind of holding hands must be done with the person he loves deeply... And if Mo Qingcheng really cares, even if he smiles dirty, he is extremely pious...

But at this moment, the woman's hand seemed to have a magical power, which made her unable to deceive herself with the feeling of pretending to be stupid, but she could not easily throw her hand away...

Mo Qingcheng felt that if anyone was held in such a humble manner, he would be reluctant to break free, let alone a gentle woman like Yu Qianhua...

When Yu Qian painted open the vermilion-red carved wooden door like a gust of wind, Mo Qingcheng was shocked by the scenery in front of him...

The fragrance of ink that hits the face and the scrolls flying all over the room with their movements only make Mo Qingcheng feel like he has entered the gallery, and it is also a gallery with the painter's unrestrained temperament... Otherwise, no one would let his words spread everywhere...

On the desk, on the ground, and in the study room, all of which are covered with simple and elegant ink paintings. As long as someone moves slightly, they will definitely fly in a row...

Mo Qingcheng has to admit that this is a very beautiful scene, with a scroll flying all over the sky, like a white butterfly, with an indescribable aesthetic...

When Mo Qingcheng was pressed on the recliner covered with marten fur by the woman and then pulled her mask again, she was awakened by the faint fragrance coming from Yu Qian's hair... When she got up, she could only stand there like a fool...

The white rice paper seemed to have a faint fragrance. Mo Qingcheng saw that the brush was outlined with a very detailed outline, and the smile on the cheeks covered by the mask was so vivid... But the expressions on each piece of paper were different... Even Mo Qingcheng herself didn't know when her eyes were as empty as the one painted by this woman, so empty that people felt lonely...

Or maybe she no longer remembers it... At least in all Mo Qingcheng's memories, she always smiled... If you talk about emptiness, you can only say that she has always been like a bamboo - without heart...

Yu Qianhua skillfully took out a small medicine box from the cabinet beside the wall, and then took out a very delicate bottle from it, looking at Mo Qingcheng with some concern.

"Maybe a little painful, bear it..."

Before Mo Qingcheng could speak, he could see the woman opening the bottle cap, and her fingers, which were as crystal clear as onion, dug a piece of ointment, and then fainted on Mo Qingcheng's cheek...

Mo Qingcheng was slightly stunned, and felt a sense of coolness slowly dizzy from the woman's fingers, which penetrated into her heart, really relieved the scorching pain.

Everyone has a love of beauty. Mo Qingcheng is no exception... Looking at the bleeding posture, the wound should be quite large. I think that even if the scabs are formed in the future, it will still be scarred...

Damn! Before she could soak in a beauty, she turned into a big face... Thinking of this, Mo Qingcheng immediately wrinkled his little face and was extremely irritable...

Yu Qianhua saw Mo Qingcheng's expression, and panicked for a moment, and asked anxiously with his little hand.

"Did I care for you..."

Mo Qingcheng was slightly stunned by the question. When he saw Yu Qianhua's eyes dyed with mist, he couldn't tell what he felt. He just choked and said in a hoarse voice.

"It's okay..." If she couldn't see the strangeness in Yu Qianhua's eyes, she would be a fool. If she couldn't realize the woman's feelings for her, she would be an idiot...

If she was...Mo Qingcheng didn't dare to continue thinking,Mo Qingcheng was used to being a fool,Mo Qingcheng was glorious as an idiot... Only Yu Qian painting, but did not giveMo Qingcheng a chance...

The fragrant index finger blocked Mo Qingcheng's pretended to be stupid and stupid smile...

The woman's every frown and smile was unspeakable gentleness... and the tone of her speaking was too quiet. At that moment, Mo Qingcheng suddenly felt a little suspicious. What this woman was telling was the mood of others...

Mo Qingcheng is not only not a fool, but as long as she no longer wants to pretend to be stupid, nothing can escape the eyes that are as good as a star...

So at this moment, the faint bitterness hidden behind the woman's clear pupils, Mo Qingcheng never missed a trace of it... The bitterness was not very thick, but it seemed to be just right. After the calmness, Mo Qingcheng's heart was burning slightly...

Yu Qianhua said with a chuckling

"I know you are a woman..."

Yu Qian said with a smile

"I don't regret..."

Yu Qianhua said with a faint smile

"Although I am not a man, I like you like a man..."

Yu Qianhua smiled brightly and said

"You said 'There will be a period later', so I kept waiting..."

Yu Qianhua also said

"Even if I can't, someone will love me..." Only this time, he didn't laugh anymore, but turned around and left. If he said goodbye, Mo Qingcheng's heart ached faintly...

She never thought of painting such a beautiful woman to taste the loneliness of her life... But that woman seemed to have never given her the chance to refuse, or she had never taught her to refuse...

Mo Qingcheng was carried by a sedan chair and sent back to the "fireworks at that time"... Along the way, Mo Qingcheng thought a lot, thinking about what the King of Hell said to her in the underworld, thinking about everything that happened after she traveled through time...
Chapter completed!