Murong Xitian picked up the paperweight, divided the stack of rice paper into three parts, placed it on the table in front of Murong Xin and Murong Ze, and helped them press it with paperweight.

"Looking from here, there is a pond, a rockery, and a magnolia flower opposite... You can draw whatever you like, but you have agreed in advance and don't waste rice paper." Murong Xitian said as he picked up his pen, but found that the ink had dried up.

He put down his pen and was about to grind the ink when he heard Murong Xin speak in a slight voice: "Mom, can you grind the ink for your father?"

Murong Ze cooperated with his sister in a spirit: "Yeah, mom, mom, mom, mom grind ink for us."

"Okay." Xia Ziluo said, then rolled up his sleeves and walked over to grind ink for Murong Xitian and his daughter.

One, two, three...

With every few strokes, her eyes unconsciously swept off the painting in front of Murong Xitian.

Then, her eyes unconsciously shifted from the painting to his slender arms, followed by his serious and focused face.

"Pubo, pubo, pubo..."

His heart beat faster and his breath became messy. His cheeks became hot again. Xia Ziluo felt that he blushed again and hurriedly turned his face away.

It’s true that you’re crazy about being crazy in front of the children, is it embarrassing to lose it!

Xia Ziluo was angry with himself in his heart, and the amplitude of his arm swing became larger.

After a while, Murong Xitian could not concentrate.

A white and tender arm like a lotus root shook in front of his eyes, and his mind was hooked by the whiteness, and he had the urge to grab it and touch it to see if it was as smooth as he thought.

He subconsciously looked up and suddenly found that he looked over in this position and happened to see a beautiful scenery on her chest.

Not many, and she can't see her beautiful and towering breasts. But a charming breast groove is looming, making people feel more erotic and exciting when they see it, and want to squirt blood.

Murong Xitian's throat felt a little dry and itchy, like a cracked earth.

"Dad, what are you looking at?" Five years old is at the age of playfulness and can't stay idle for a moment. Murong Xin played with the brush for a while and then curiously looked up around, and just saw Murong Xitian staring at Xia Ziluo.

Murong Ze was curious when he heard this, and found that his father and mother's faces were a little red: "Dad, mom, are you tired of standing?"

“Not tired.”

"fine."

The two of them seemed to be in a sympathy and spoke at the same time, and then they were both stunned for a moment.

"Why are you blushing if you're not tired?" Murong Xin asked with a naive look on her face.

blush?

Xia Ziluo's delicate face suddenly became a big word "囧", and he was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

"It's hot..." Xia Ziluo was casual and suddenly found that there was nothing on the rice paper in front of Murong Xin. He immediately widened his eyes, "Oh, let my mother grind the ink for you, but you didn't draw anything?"

Xia Ziluo put down the grinding strips and prepared to teach the children a lesson.

As a result, Murong Xin, the little ghost elf, pressed her hand on the ink, dipped ink with one hand and then retracted it and pressed it on the paper.

Suddenly, a slap appeared on the rice paper.

"Mom, look, Xin'er drew her little hands!" Murong Xin raised her chin proudly and giggled at Xia Ziluo.

"You?" Xia Ziluo saw Murong Xin causing trouble, so he looked at Murong Xitian with fear. Murong Xitian picked up the paperweight, divided the stack of rice paper into three parts, placed it on the table in front of Murong Xin and Murong Ze, and helped them press it with paperweight.

"Looking from here, there is a pond, a rockery, and a magnolia flower opposite... You can draw whatever you like, but you have agreed in advance and don't waste rice paper." Murong Xitian said as he picked up his pen, but found that the ink had dried up.

He put down his pen and was about to grind the ink when he heard Murong Xin speak in a slight voice: "Mom, can you grind the ink for your father?"

Murong Ze cooperated with his sister in a spirit: "Yeah, mom, mom, mom, mom grind ink for us."

"Okay." Xia Ziluo said, then rolled up his sleeves and walked over to grind ink for Murong Xitian and his daughter.

One, two, three...

With every few strokes, her eyes unconsciously swept off the painting in front of Murong Xitian.

Then, her eyes unconsciously shifted from the painting to his slender arms, followed by his serious and focused face.

"Pubo, pubo, pubo..."

His heart beat faster and his breath became messy. His cheeks became hot again. Xia Ziluo felt that he blushed again and hurriedly turned his face away.

It’s true that you’re crazy about being crazy in front of the children, is it embarrassing to lose it!

Xia Ziluo was angry with himself in his heart, and the amplitude of his arm swing became larger.

After a while, Murong Xitian could not concentrate.

A white and tender arm like a lotus root shook in front of his eyes, and his mind was hooked by the whiteness, and he had the urge to grab it and touch it to see if it was as smooth as he thought.

He subconsciously looked up and suddenly found that he looked over in this position and happened to see a beautiful scenery on her chest.

Not many, and she can't see her beautiful and towering breasts. But a charming breast groove is looming, making people feel more erotic and exciting when they see it, and want to squirt blood.

Murong Xitian's throat felt a little dry and itchy, like a cracked earth.

"Dad, what are you looking at?" Five years old is at the age of playfulness and can't stay idle for a moment. Murong Xin played with the brush for a while and then curiously looked up around, and just saw Murong Xitian staring at Xia Ziluo.

Murong Ze was curious when he heard this, and found that his father and mother's faces were a little red: "Dad, mom, are you tired of standing?"

“Not tired.”

"fine."

The two of them seemed to be in a sympathy and spoke at the same time, and then they were both stunned for a moment.

"Why are you blushing if you're not tired?" Murong Xin asked with a naive look on her face.

blush?

Xia Ziluo's delicate face suddenly became a big word "囧", and he was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

"It's hot..." Xia Ziluo was casual and suddenly found that there was nothing on the rice paper in front of Murong Xin. He immediately widened his eyes, "Oh, let my mother grind the ink for you, but you didn't draw anything?"

Xia Ziluo put down the grinding strips and prepared to teach the children a lesson.

As a result, Murong Xin, the little ghost elf, pressed her hand on the ink, dipped ink with one hand and then retracted it and pressed it on the paper.

Suddenly, a slap appeared on the rice paper.

"Mom, look, Xin'er drew her little hands!" Murong Xin raised her chin proudly and giggled at Xia Ziluo.
Chapter completed!