Chapter 2291

When she went upstairs, Fang Chi Xia drew with her back to him on the balcony with a drawing board. Luo Yibei closed the door with his backhand and walked towards her a few steps. Fang Chi Xia sits in a rattan chair, which is a little wide. It is more than enough to accommodate her who is already thin. However, there is no room for two people. However, North Louisiana doesn't care so much. Standing next to her, he and she crowded and sat down. Fangchi Xia's painting hand seemed to pause, turned his head and glanced in his direction. Luo Yibei seemed not to see her eyes. His slender legs overlapped lazily and stretched his arms. He stretched himself comfortably“ The scenery of this villa is good! " Fang Chi Xia ignored him and was drawing with a brush. Loeb didn't bother her either, just turned his head and quietly stared at her painting. Fang Chi Xia is painting the sky and the sea. The blue sea is boundless, and the water waves shine in the sun. The sky she painted is also very beautiful. The color is very fresh blue, like a fresh wind. She just looks, sees, listens and smells as if they are driven. All her senses are only the clear blue of the sky. Luo Yibei sees most of her design drawings, and has not seen much of her painting skills. This is one of the few times. He didn't expect her to be so good at painting. After staring at Fang Chi Xia's painting for a while, Luo Yibei's lips slightly hooked. Fang Chi Xia never cared about him, as if he didn't exist. After painting for a long time, the sky and sea appeared one by one, and then a beach was painted. Groping for the paint pen, I wanted to paint. My fingertips touched the chair around me several times, but I didn't touch anything. Fang Chi Xia turned her head and wanted to look for it. On her side, a slender and beautiful hand, holding a paint pen, leaned lazily in front of her. A very lazy action, like the aristocrats who rewarded the waiter in the middle ages of Europe, is elegant and casual. The look in her eyes is what she needs, with a little Beige white. Fang Chi Xia Dingding stared at the pen for a few seconds without being polite to him. He took the pen and smeared it directly. Luo Yibei didn't bother her. His overlapping legs changed their posture, and his arms were looped in front of his chest to continue staring at her painting. White paper in Fangchi Xia's flexible hands, there is a thin white beach, the beach is connected to the sea, and even a wave. Her dexterity is that she is not a professional painter, but the things she draws have a special taste. Fang Chi Xia has a pen in his hand. The tip of the pen moves on the drawing board and is still painting. Her hand obscured part of the painting, which caused visual obstacles in loy Bei and could not see very clearly. When she stopped and was ready to put the painting away, he only glanced at the final painting. Luo Yibei seemed to be hit by a strong current. His sight was stiff. He moved along the painting in Fang Chi Xia's hand. Watching her put it away, he was a little incredible. "Chi Xia, the painting..." he didn't say the last half sentence, but Fang Chi Xia seemed to expect what he meant“ Um. " With a faint response, she closed the drawer. A very light voice, like vitality, echoed, echoed, and echoed again in Lloyd's ears. It didn't dissipate for a long time. After chewing her word for a while, the corners of his lips rose happily. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.