Chapter 2291

When going upstairs, Fang Chi Xia took a drawing board and drew on the balcony with his back to him.

Luoyibei took the door with his backhand and walked towards her.

Fang Chi Xia is sitting on a rattan chair, which is a little wide. It is more than enough to accommodate her.

However, there was no room for them.

Loeb, however, did not manage that much.

As soon as he stood by her, he sat down with her.

Fang Chi Xia's hand seemed to pause, and he turned his head and looked at him from the corner of his eye.

Luo Yibei didn't seem to see her eyes. His slender legs were languidly folded and his arms were extended. He stretched out comfortably.

"This villa has a nice view!"

Fang Chi Xia ignored him and drew with a brush.

Luo Yibei didn't disturb her either. He just turned his head and quietly stared at her painting.

Fang Chi Xia is painting the sky and the sea.

The blue sea, endless, waves in the sun, bright.

The sky she painted is also very beautiful, the color selection is very fresh blue, like a refreshing wind, just look, see, listen, smell seems to be driven, all the senses, only the sky that a clear blue.

Luo Yibei saw most of her designs, but she didn't know much about her painting skills.

This is one of the few.

He didn't expect her to draw so well.

After staring at Fang Chi Xia's painting for a long time, Luo Yibei's lips lightly hooked.

Fang Chi Xia didn't care about him all the time, as if he didn't exist.

Even painting for a long time, the sky, the sea, one by one appear, and then draw a beach.

Groping for the paint pen, want to color, fingertips around the chair to touch several times, but nothing.

Fang Chi Xia turned her head and wanted to look for it. On her side, a slender and beautiful hand, holding a paint pen, lazily gathered in front of her.

It's a very lazy action, just like the noble who paid the waiter in the middle ages of Europe, elegant and casual.

Take the eyes she needs, with a bit of beige white.

Fang Chi Xia Dingding stares at the pen for a few seconds, but he is not polite. He takes the pen and daubs it directly.

Luo Yibei didn't disturb her. She changed her position with her folded legs and kept staring at her painting with her arms around her chest.

White paper in Fangchi Xia flexible hands out of a fine white beach, the beach connected to the part of the sea, and even a wave.

Her dexterity lies in that she is not a professional painter, but what she paints is very tasteful.

Fang Chi Xia is holding a pen in her hand. The tip of the pen is moving on the drawing board, and she is still painting.

Her hand covered part of the painting, causing visual obstacles to Loeb, who could not see clearly.

When she stopped to put the painting away, he only glanced at the final painting.

Luo Yibei seems to be hit by a strong electric current. His sight is stiff and he moves along the painting in Fang Chi Xia's hand. Looking at her putting it away, he is a little incredible. "Chi Xia, that painting..."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Fang Chi Xia seemed to expect what he meant.

"Well." She answered him and closed the drawer.

A very light voice, like vitality, reverberated, reverberated, reverberated again, for a long time.

After chewing her word for a long time, the corners of his lips rose happily.

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