Nan Song sat on the sofa with his legs curled up, his arms hugging his knees, his head hanging slightly, his cheeks and ears, and his neck all red.

If she were in the bathroom at this moment, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, she would definitely see that her white skin had turned pink.

"Drink of water."

Yu Jinwen mixed a cup of warm water and handed it to Nan Song. Nan Song reached out to take it without even raising his eyes to look at him.

"What's wrong?" Yu Jinwen asked warmly, "You've been kissing for too long, are you lacking oxygen?"

"..."

Nan Song was very suspicious of how this man could ask such a shameless question in a serious manner. She raised her head and glared at him, "No."

He retorted somewhat unconvincingly: "I don't know who it is, my heart is beating so fast it feels like it's going to explode."

"Yeah." Yu Jinwen admitted without humility, "It's me."

"..."

Nan Song briefly refused to communicate with him in a friendly manner and pursed her lips. As a result, her lips were covered with his taste, and there was even a lingering touch.

Her face turned red again. She raised her head and drank a large mouthful of water. There was a small mouthful left, which Yu Jinwen poured into her mouth naturally.

It was also specially posted to the position where she drank it.

After kissing directly, try indirect kissing again.

It all feels pretty good.

Nan Song sat cross-legged on the sofa, looking at the picture album on the coffee table in a daze. He actually completed so many paintings in just three days?

And so beautifully made.

She couldn't put it down and turned over the paintings, unable to imagine how he painted them one by one with various brushes.

"I'm a little anxious to draw. If I have enough time, I can draw a few more pictures."

Yu Jinwen sat on the armrest of the sofa and said in a calm voice, "The days are long. If you like, I can draw you every day. I love doing this."

Nan Song's heart softened at his last words, and she turned her head to look at him, "The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy, are they the result of these paintings?"

Yu Jinwen just smiled and said, "I don't know what to give you. I know that Master Yuxin's painting skills are very high, and I am very good at everything in front of you."

"Don't dare. Your superb forgery skills are rare in the world. "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" really amazed me."

Nan Song and he complimented each other.

Yu Jinwen chuckled, "Is that painting in your hands now?"

"Yeah." Nan Song said, "Grandpa Wen gave it to me."

She immediately looked at him warily and said, "The items are in my hands, but they will not be returned. But you can exchange them for something else from me."

"Oh? Is there such a good thing?"

Yu Jinwen's eyes were filled with interest, "Then, what can you give me?"

"Anything is fine, I'm very generous."

Nan Song might have some misunderstanding about Dafang, "What about blue and white porcelain, Hotan jade screens, crystal pendants... they are all fine, I have a bunch of them over there."

Yu Jinwen couldn't help but laugh, knowing that she was more picky than anyone else when it came to antique jade, and she wouldn't even give him a small enamel bowl.

"I don't want any of those."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want you."

Yu Jinwen said almost without hesitation. As his words fell, the person came closer to him. In an instant, Nan Song was completely covered by his aura.
Chapter completed!