Social fear, rich inner drama, forbearance, young age VS beautiful, simple, straightforward and loving little sunshine
Novel writer VS young painter
From the day he met Leng Yu, Jing's eyes were filled with a beautiful little girl, and he impulsively took her home.
Cooking is just for the other person's taste. Fortunately, the little girl is not picky at all and praises her freely. Jing became more and more cheerful.
In the kitchen.
Once again, his eyes measured the slender waist under Jing's apron. Leng Yu smelled the fragrant vegetables and joked with a smile, "Aren't you going to fatten me up and then sell me?"
His hands suddenly wrapped around his waist, and Jing almost lost his grip on the shovel.
Does she know this is dangerous?
*
Leng Yu saw the scene first. The pale colors with clear outlines like ink paintings slowly unfold on the scroll.
Just when I felt unhappy, I simply took a few-day trip away from home. Gradually I got used to Shang Jing's meticulous care, and the number of faces in the scroll gradually increased.
What she likes most is seeing Jing blushing after being praised.
"Your waist is so thin."
"The fingers are very long and beautiful."
Seeing Jing's face turn red like a bubble teapot, Leng Yu hummed happily, it was so fun. But there's always a time when things get lost.
On a snowy night, Leng Yu got into a bedroom that didn't belong to her. The warm heater made Leng Yu sweat.
But it was Jing who burned her.
In the dim night light, Jing's expression was gloomy and unclear, and he couldn't bear it, and he was approaching, "You have no conscience, you have to be responsible for teasing people."
*
One day after they got together, Jing found a sketchbook he had never seen before under the sofa cushion, and it was all about her.
Leng Yu snatched it away in a panic.
"So you were waiting for me." Thinking that Leng Yu never came to stare at him, Jing finally understood the reason.
Now it was Leng Yu's turn to blush, blinking and not daring to look at the scene teasing her: "So what, it's not that, you confessed first."
As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyes filled with water.
Jing quickly hugged the person and said, "Yes, yes, little ancestor, don't cry. It was me who plotted evil first."
In an instant, he saw the other person's smiling face.
It's really the little ancestor.
Copywriting is scheduled for 2026.3.13 (Screenshot has been archived)
Reading instructions:
1. Two-way redemption, fate updates, and rankings will be updated accordingly
2. The double arrows are super thick, and they are broken and reshaped little by little.
3. Decline writing guidance
Intention: The time is right, you and I are meeting each other