2786: Wordscapes Uncrossed Winter-Flake 5 Answers

A few pen strokes portrayed her leaning against the window, depicting a three-pointer.

As soon as Lu Xinglan stopped, his face suddenly became red.

He hastened to pull the paper away.

But I heard the girl's waxy sweet voice sounding, "Master, ready, do you think this color looks good?"

Lu Xinglan stopped his finger and raised his eyes.

I saw the girl holding out her white fingers, and her fingertips were all delicate pollen.

Red color, with a luminous halo.

The color on her lips, because of lack of qi and blood, and a lot of thin powder.

She smeared the lipstick on her lips, and the gorgeous redness made her eyes dazzling.

Bai Weiwei's fingers hung casually, and the smudging so easily fell into her nails.

It looks like a flower is blooming at my fingertips.

The more beautiful flowers are on her lips.

"Does it look good?"

She seemed to see his sluggishness, couldn't help laughing lowly, and reached out her innocent light to cover the tempting red lips.

Lu Xinglan's face was a little red and seemed a little embarrassed.

He lowered his eyes without looking at her.

Seems to see her playing tricks on him.

Bai Weiwei also seemed to think that he was so polite that he had never seen a woman apply rouge.

So she straightened her attitude and lowered her head seriously to continue her rouge.

Lu Xinglan looked at the painting on the paper, his dark eyes, with a trace of embarrassment and confusion.

For girls.

Although he behaved calmly, he felt that he was facing a huge problem.

Her every move.

Let him not know how to deal with it.

Even when he woke up at midnight and stared at her sleeping, the hot swell made him uncomfortable.

But he didn't dare touch her.

The more emotions she produces.

The more ... afraid to hit her.

Lu Xinglan is facing a powerful enemy, not as dazed as facing Bai Weiwei.

Xin Wu shouted outside the window, "It's dinner time."

Bai Weiwei was hungry long ago and immediately jumped out of her chair.

"Did you eat? Master, I'll help Xin Wudang."

After that, she happily ran past him.

Two pink straps fluttered past his arm.

There is almost no touch on the clothes.

It made Lu Xinglan stiffen a point.

After she ran out, the house regained its silence.

Lu Xinglan stood for a while, and then started to clean up the paper casually, just to receive the painting in the box.

Suddenly his eyes fell on the fat scattered on the small table by the window.

He was silent for a while before he got a clean pen, stained with some red, and fell on the painting.

The girl's originally colorless lips had a hint of bright red blooming.

Alluring and delicious.

It's like the sweetness of the cherry.

[Ding, the male lead is sixty-five. 】

Lu Xinglan stared blankly, and then heard the cheerful footsteps coming from outside, he immediately put it in the pen and picked up the painting.

Then reroll a piece of white paper and scribble on it.

Draw a ghost like a map, in fact, shit.

Bai Weiwei and Xin Wu prepared the meal.

"time to eat."

The girl's voice was sweet.

Lu Xinglan lowered his head and turned his back to them, saying calmly and calmly: "I will finish eating these maps after I finish these strokes."

It seems like he really drew a map.

After dinner, Bai Weiwei sat under the lamp to make needlework.

Her needlework is extremely rough.

A pair of cormorants is embroidered with the qualities of two ducklings

Lu Xinglan also faintly commented.

"It looks good."

(End of this chapter)