Chapter 263 An ordinary gift~
The silver-haired man in the painting had cold eyes. Even though his eyelids were slightly drooping and he wasn't looking straight at him, he still exuded a powerful aura.
But the little thing he was holding was completely inconsistent with his awe-inspiring temperament.
In the painting, the man meticulously buttons his black coat to the top button, while in his hands he is carving a cute, half-finished little wooden sculpture.
He has a face favored by God, with features as handsome as a god, and his eyebrows and eyes are naturally filled with a coldness that cannot be offended. But if others look closely, they will definitely find that these golden eyes are more like melting ice, with a fleeting softness emerging from the bottom of his eyes.
Coldness and gentleness, a contradictory yet harmonious combination, do not seem out of place at all.
On the contrary...it makes people notice those unique eyes at a glance.
If you look at them for too long, you will have the illusion that the other person will glance at you faintly in the next second.
Tong Wanwan looked at Elvis expectantly.
This was her first portrait since arriving in the interstellar world. Although her technique was a little unfamiliar and she hadn't gone into detail, the colors in the painting already captured the effect she had hoped to achieve.
"How is it? Is it okay?" She suddenly felt a little uneasy. "Although using a portrait as a gift is a bit... a bit ordinary, but if you put it in a frame and hang it in your home, it will still be quite worth collecting."
It's no wonder she suddenly felt shy. It was because... in her original world, giving portraits to each other was too common and too unoriginal.
But Tong Wanwan didn't know that here, there were very few people who would personally paint a picture as a gift.
This was also the first time that Elvis received such a gift.
After a long pause, he finally took his eyes off the drawing board. His deep, magnetic voice was filled with unconcealed joy: "Did you finish it just now?"
Tong Wanwan nodded and admitted it generously.
However, her slightly pursed lips revealed her nervousness and anticipation.
"How is it? Does it look good? Do you like it?"
Realizing that her intention to seek praise was too obvious, Tong Wanwan coughed lightly and touched the tip of her nose embarrassedly.
"Well...if it doesn't look good, I can draw a new one."
"Beautiful." The Marshal felt a little dizzy. The more he looked at the painting, the more he liked it. He tried to squeeze out some nice words, but found that he was really lacking in words.
Tong Wanwan received the feedback, breathed a sigh of relief, and curled up the corners of her lips into a sweet smile.
Those pure black eyes seemed to be filled with ripples of water, soft and warm. If you stare at them for too long, you will feel like you are drowning in the water.
"It's a beautiful painting," Ives admitted frankly, his throat slightly tightened. "I like it very much."
The tips of my ears felt hot, and even the corners of my lips lifted uncontrollably.
The surprise, joy, pride, and touch in his heart were about to overflow. Elvis simply hugged the smiling girl in front of him and rubbed her in his arms, "Thank you."
The silver-haired man's breath next to her ear tickled her. Tong Wanwan smiled and hugged his neck, "As long as you like it."
She smiled and said, "I want to draw many, many more Marshals."
The fragrance that surrounded his nose made Elvis dazed. He lowered his eyelids slightly and kissed his girlfriend's tender cheek. "I'll buy you some painting supplies."
“Buy the best.”
Tong Wanwan chuckled, "Is this a reward?"
When it comes to tools like paintbrushes, the quality of the bristles is crucial, and the best ones are often the most expensive.
Some people paint day and night, but the wages they earn may not be enough to buy a set of high-quality painting tools.
"It's not a reward." Ives was addicted to kissing her, his Adam's apple slid, and he kissed her on the lips again, "It's a favor."
Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then fell into the Marshal's arms laughing.
To please or something...
So cute.
The more she got along with Mr. Marshal, the more she liked his contrast.
After a series of kisses and hugs, Elvis finally turned his gaze back to the drawing board. After a moment's thought, he carefully took a few high-definition pictures with his computer, then carefully removed the drawing paper from the easel.
While Tong Wanwan was packing the small wooden sculptures, Elvis quickly created a group and sent out the photos.
Elvis: "[Picture] My girlfriend drew it herself."
The next second——
Dean: “?”
Qiao Xiuer: “?”
Tracy: “?”
Eli: “?”
They were inexplicably pulled into the group chat and inexplicably fed a mouthful of dog food. The four of them didn't know what to do except to pose question marks.
After declaring his sovereignty, Elvis turned off the computer, cleaned up the wood chips on the table, and said goodbye to the owner of the wood art workshop with Tong Wanwan, taking the two works with him.
Outside the villa lay a field of blue-purple flowers, with several paths for pedestrians to wander through. The flowers were beautiful, featuring species Tong Wanwan had never seen before. The winter sun wasn't blazing, but rather gently filtered through the clouds, spilling onto the blue-purple blossoms and leaves. It was truly beautiful.
When you are in the sunshine, even your heart will become a place full of birdsong and flowers.
There weren't many people in this suburban area, and even if there were, they were just passersby like them who came here to take a walk and enjoy the scenery.
Because there were not many people around, the two of them walked hand in hand to the center of the flower field. It was not known who took the initiative first, but they kissed each other again.
This time, they kissed longer than ever before.
It was not until Tong Wanwan clearly felt her lips going numb and touched them with her fingertips, finding them a little hot and swollen, that she, with red ears, urged Elvis to leave.
Back in the aircraft, Tong Wanwan took out a small mirror from her bag and looked at her mouth.
Sure enough, there was some redness and swelling.
"Mr. Marshal," she turned around and complained righteously, "Next time you can't kiss me when I say stop!"
"My lips are swollen..." she muttered, like a soft, cursing little animal, "That's too much."
"Where?" Ivis paused, "Let me see."
"Here," Tong Wanwan pouted her lips slightly and pointed it out to him, "Can't you see it? It's so obvious."
Ivis came closer, looked at her intently for two seconds, then suddenly gave her another quick kiss and said seriously, "It's okay, it's not serious."
Tong Wanwan's eyes widened: "?!"
Elvis was so touched by his girlfriend's adorable look of stunned disbelief that he laughed lightly.
"I'm sorry." The Marshal apologized, but he couldn't help but pinch Tong Wanwan's puffy face and poke the small black mole on the tip of her nose. "It's okay if it's a little swollen. I'm the only one who can see it."
Tong Wanwan: “…”
It seems so.
She choked and groaned.
However, Tong Wanwan was not angry from beginning to end, she was just acting coquettishly.
It was precisely because Ivis knew this that he had the courage to be so unscrupulous and test her bottom line bit by bit.
(End of this chapter)
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