His screams were so scared that Feng Yin quickly stopped and asked, "Is it okay? Is it really hurt?"

She regretted it when she heard the man crying for pain.

What was he doing? He just told the truth. Why should he vent his anger on him?

Hearing the deep regret in her tone, Zhang Yiming quickly smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just that my scalp is hurting."

Feng Yin stopped, turned around and took the oil lamp from the windowsill, used his fingers to push his long hair away, and carefully observed the situation.

I was afraid that my behavior just now would cause him too much harm.

"It's really okay."

Feeling the tension and anxiety emitting from the woman's body, Zhang Yiming quickly comforted her, "At that time, my scalp hurt a little."

"I just feel that you don't feel sorry for me, and I feel aggrieved in my heart, and the screams are a bit exaggerated."

After he said that, Feng Yin also looked at his scalp carefully. There were indeed several areas where the skin was torn red.

I left without tearing my skin, just wait.

Listening to the man's explanation, Feng Yin couldn't help but lower her head in shame.

He whispered, "It's my fault, I shouldn't be angry with you."

"Say stupid words again."

Zhang Yiming turned around and reached out to hold her in his arms, "Everyone said it's okay, why are you still apologizing?"

"Okay, don't blame yourself."

He rubbed her softer and softer hair and said, "It's not too early, so I'll help me grind ink. When I draw that thing, we'll rest."

"Um."

Feng Yin nodded obediently, got up and took out the four treasures of the study she brought from the cabinet and started working hard.

Zhang Yiming also wore an outer shirt outside and began to nourish his energy.

Only in this way can we make marking patterns that are inimitable, and we must also learn them by our own people.

Seeing that he was like this, Feng Yin didn't dare to disturb him.

When Zhang Yiming opened his eyes again, his temperament changed.

Even Feng Yin felt that he was so sacred and mysterious at this moment.

It seemed as if her body would shine, deeply attracted her and made her fall into it unconsciously.

Especially when he picked up the brush, the feeling was even deeper and mysterious.

In front of Zhang Yiming like this, Feng Yin didn't dare to let out aura, fearing that if his breathing louder, it might destroy his aura at this moment.

She held her breath and even her ink grinding became much softer.

At this moment, Zhang Yiming seemed to be integrated into the painting he was about to be made, and there was nothing else in his eyes than the painting.

I saw him pick up the pen and dip it in ink, and his pen was like a magical one.

The movement was like flowing clouds and water, and a painting of a sickle and an axe was completed in one go without any stagnation.

When the painting was completed and the moment the pen was finished, Zhang Yiming raised a satisfactory curve on the corner of his lips.

Obviously, the painting in front of me really met his expectations.

Feng Yin saw that he stopped writing, but did not recover from that state in time.

Therefore, he still didn't say anything, just waiting for him to make the anti-counterfeiting mark.

But after waiting around, he didn't see him continue. Feng Yin finally couldn't help asking: "Zhang Yiming, are you finished with this painting?"

“It’s done.”

Zhang Yiming answered very relaxedly and casually. When he looked up, he escaped from the painting and looked at Feng Yin with a smile on his face: "Yingyin, what do you think?"

Feng Yin hesitated for a while, and said what he wanted to say most in his heart: "Okay, but what about your anti-counterfeiting mark?"

Zhang Yiming was very happy with her reaction.

He carefully put down the pen, then smiled and said, "Wait a moment, you will know soon."

Feng Yin blinked her eyes and blinked again. No matter how she looked, she felt that she was fooling herself.
Chapter completed!