? The white swan that belongs to her? Gl text
Painter × Dancer (Ballet)
Chen Xiyan×Jian Chengning
"If you like my dance, there should be people like you who like my dance, right?" Jian Chengning always hopes that something good will happen.
"Yeah, it's a pity that I discovered this treasure." Chen Xiyan rubbed Aning's head, and she nuzzled into Chen Xiyan's arms like a well-behaved cat. This did not make her feel bad, so she rubbed her hands harder. The hair that should have been neat and tidy was messed up by Chen Xiyan's big palm. She looked like she had just gotten up, and her static-like hair stood upright. It was a bit funny.
The instigator was still laughing, which made Jian Chengning blush with anger. She stretched out her hand to pounce on the instigator, and then her hair became like hers. Unexpectedly, Chen Xiyan seemed to have predicted the move of blowing up Jian Chengning's hair. The next second, Jian Chengning pulled his hand away and immediately struck at her waist. This time, Chen Xiyan, who was ticklish, had nowhere to hide. It's over~ Chen Xiyan thought
Concept: A story between a painter and a dancer (ballet). Sweet text + pure love. I will use the colors of my life to describe your gray life.