Ailian spoke in a low voice.
Bai Mu didn't hear it, but his eyes still didn't leave her little hand.
Patiently brush each nail one by one.
"What?"
"nothing."
Ailian said playfully.
Fortunately, no one heard it.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Mu squeezed her palm and said, "Open it for me to see."
"oh."
Ailian opened her hand and Baimu held it as if it were a treasure, looking at it carefully under the light.
The nails are red like red wine, a very beautiful color.
It seemed as if the force was a little lighter, and the dim glow was gone.
"Is it okay?"
Bai Mu looked at Ailian.
Ailian also retracted his hand, took a good look at it, and smiled: "It looks good."
She stood up and put her arms around Bai Mu's neck.
Bai Mu: "What?"
"Reward for you."
As she spoke, she moved her face closer to his, and a faint milky fragrance wafted from her face.
Bai Mu rolled his throat and pressed his lips against hers.
This time they touched for a little longer, and Bai Mu's hands also hugged her waist.
I don't know if it was instinct, but my hands subconsciously stopped responding.
But soon, both hands were under control.
Ailian blushed, squinted her eyes, stared at him, and took a half step back:
"Humph, you're not being nice."
Bai Mu scratched his head with a smile, "You can't blame me for this."
Who can bear this?
Even Bai Mu finds it difficult to control it!
"The reward is gone."
"No."
Baimu hugged her waist and pulled her onto the sofa, and Ailian threw herself into Baimu's arms.
"One more time."
Ailian pouted and struggled symbolically for a few times.
"Let me go."
"I won't give you any reward. You're asking for more, you big pig!"
People on the Internet say that men are pigs, and it’s true.
snort.
Bai Mu didn't say anything, but just hugged her tightly and put her face close to his, "Come on."
The two of them were nose to nose, their eyes intertwined, and there seemed to be a thread between them.
Ailian turned his eyes away and murmured, "It's already this time..."
"Just for a moment."
"Yeah, just for a moment."
Bai Mu gently stuck it on, and then separated quickly, really in just one go.
Ailian was anxious.
It really only takes a moment to say it.
She came closer,
Bai Mu asked, "Isn't it just for a moment?"
"I won the prize, let's try again."
…
After a while, the two separated.
Bai Mu wiped his mouth with a feeling of unsatisfied. He had won quite a few prizes in a short while.
"I'm going to cook."
Ailian said as she trotted into the kitchen and slammed the door shut.
Bai Mu nodded, "Okay."
He touched his mouth and thought he was lucky today.
When I go back, I’ll go to Boss Aowu’s and try scratching a lottery ticket.
He smiled and looked around, seeing the drawing board still standing next to the study table.
Since there was nothing else to do, he went to the toilet to get some more water, moistened the paint and started painting.
Don't say,
This wolf-hair brush is quite useful.
And the wolf hair brush is also very good, as if it was plucked from a living wolf.
Very flexible,
And it was a white wolf.
He dipped his finger in gouache and continued painting.
When drawing, start by drawing the framework. Once the framework is set up, 90% of the work is actually done.
The framework was almost complete last time, and all that was left was to fill in some small details.
The pen flies across the paper like a wild horse galloping!
The brushstrokes are as delicate as a needle, each stitch is intricate and intricate, yet messy and yet not chaotic.
Holding the paintbrush, his wrist moves nimbly, outlining a curve from top to bottom, all the way across the entire drawing board.
The straight lines are like a torrent, straight and strong; the curves are like a winding stream, and every turn is natural.
The red paint is hidden under the black, appearing and disappearing.
The pale ruby-like eyes gradually took shape, with small lines radiating from the pupils like flowers, detailed and with a few highlights.
A pair of eyes also became lively.
Finish.
They became one, and the depression disappeared. He took a deep breath, and the task in his mind was completed.
He looked at the picture with satisfaction, took out a thin wolf-hair brush, and made his own mark in the pupil of the picture.
Whitewood.
He looked at the screen, smiled, and took out the nail polish he had just picked up from his pocket.
Gently paint the person in the painting.
This is truly a perfect work.
The background is chaotic and abstract, but there are many connections between the color blocks, and a sense of warmth can be felt in the chaos.
The subject matter is sharp and angular, down to the subtle mist on the hair.
This is Baimu's unique painting style.
Just then, a ding sound came from the kitchen.
Ai Lian said, "Mu Tou, the rice is ready. Please dig out some rice. I'll also fry some side dishes."
Baimu clapped his hands and stood up, his body covered in paint.
"Let me wash my hands first, wait for me."
After he finished speaking, he went to the bathroom and washed his hands. Today he was wearing a white shirt, a more casual style.
At this time, a lot of paint has been applied to it.
The placement of the paint spots looked pretty nice, so he didn't bother with it.
After drying my hands, I walked into the kitchen.
Ailian was holding the wok and stirring it up and down, looking like a very skilled cook.
Bai Mu was so engrossed in watching that he forgot to get his meal.
"Don't just stand there, it's time to get food."
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