The crimson satin-like clouds spread over the horizon, reflecting the Yi Mound in the distance and the microwaved Yi Lake. Even the blank scroll hanging on the pavilion to shade the sun was reflected in crimson. Who would have thought that it was the ancient artifact that so many gods and demons were determined to obtain.
I lay on his lap, looking at the scroll blown by the wind, and suddenly thought of something: "Someone once promised me that he would use his miraculous painting skills to paint a powerful portrait of my original body."
He did not comment, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and the knife-like jawline became gentle. It didn't matter that he didn't want to paint. He seemed to be in a good mood today. Why don't I rush up and touch his forehead, looking at his pretty eyebrows, and said tentatively: "How about I'm on top today, and I'll let you go about the painting."
His dark eyes looked at me, as if they were filled with two winged lakes, which instantly intoxicated my mind, and his lingering eyes gradually submerged me into my original shape.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaae... What are you doing, how can you change me back to my original shape?" His slightly cool hand slowly caressed my neck. Feeling comfortable, I climbed on his lap and rubbed into his arms, indicating that he would scratch me again.
I felt the gentle force of his fingertips, tracing over the top of my head, neck, back, and then...
"Ouch! It hurts me so much. Why are you plucking my hair out?" I jumped to the ground in pain and looked at his long, well-jointed fingers pinching the two hairs he had pulled out of me. His eyebrows were raised, with a playful smile on his face.
"Don't you want me to draw it? Someone threw the best wolf hair pen into Yi Lake, so I had to make another one."