The Wife in the Painting of the Old-Fashioned Elder Sister

Wen Mingxuan's beauty picture comes to life. When asked to raise the painting, her reaction was bland. Her paintings, which she raised, make sense. Wen Mingxuan is not a narcissistic person, but her paintings are so beautiful, as if she is naturally charming, and her every frown and smile is full of charm. Every day, she finds excuses to sleep with her and seduce her day and night. Um? What she painted seemed to be serious painting. — Faced with the beauty who insisted that what she painted was a pornographic picture and that she had missed a few strokes and asked her to complete the painting, Fei grabbed her hand and pressed it to her chest. Wen Mingxuan's usual calmness and self-control was on the verge of collapse: "I, I'll get the pen." The beauty stopped her path and guided her hand to her body: "A-Xuan, you need a brush to draw, but you have to use your hands to draw me." Wen Mingxuan didn't know where her hand fell. She only felt the palm of her hand was smooth and slightly warm, and there was a soft gasp in her ear: "A-Xuan, this is it, you missed a few strokes in your painting." Her palms were warm, her heart was burning, and she kissed her hard... Small Theater Wen Mingxuan didn't know what was wrong with her. The pictures of beauties that had been teasing her all day long stopped, and she couldn't help but tease the beauties. She shouldn't be like this, but without Shen Yuxuan beside her, it would be difficult to sleep peacefully. It only makes sense for her paintings to sleep in her arms. 2026/7/11 Intention: Sisters work together to break gold