Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character is a Squeamish Bag

  Chapter 68 The Prince's Little Cute 19

  Her little hands were in her hands, soft like a ball of cotton, which made Mo Liushuang want to pinch.

   Thinking of yesterday, she just cried.

  Mo Liushuang's eyes darkened again, and finally taught her the right brush.

  Mo Liushuang let go of her hand, still feeling a little bit reluctant in her heart.

   "Draw it."

  Mo Liushuang raised her eyebrows, and as soon as she saw it again, she said he would do it. He wanted to see how she did it.

"OK."

  Su Nuo responded softly, her voice sweet, like honey.

  Her little hands, tired of the brush, brushed a few times, and soon the exact same painting came into view.

  Mo Liushuang frowned, it turned out to be true.

   Suddenly, as if remembering something, Mo Liushuang's face was full of viciousness, and in his narrow eyes, he was annoyed by the sharp cold light.

   "You have studied before."

  This is not an interrogative sentence.

   "No." Seeing that he suddenly became fierce again, Su Nuo shrank his neck, a little timid.

   "Oh, yes."

  Ink Liushuang opened the drawing paper on the table and spread it out again. This time he used a new drawing method.

  This is the teacher that the emperor father found for himself since he was a child.

   About to grab her fox's tail, Mo Liushuang's mouth twitched slightly, with a sneer, radiating coldness.

  Soon, he drew a strange stone, then dropped the brush, eyebrows, sharp eyes.

"painting."

  The sound was a bit cold.

   Su Nuo noticed his changes, and she felt a little nervous. She felt that Mo Liushuang was like a baby.

  This temper is uncertain.

  Su Nuobai’s little soft hand continued to hold the paintbrush, and after a while, the exact same rockery suddenly appeared on the paper.

  Mo Liushuang is holding the drawing paper in both hands, with exploration on the eyebrows.

  Su Nuobai's small hands were twisted together, a little nervous.

"Again……"

   "I don't draw anymore, my hands hurt."

  Su Nuo pouted her mouth, her white and soft face, with a bright red color, like a spring breeze in March and a peach blossom in April.

  Xingmou light rain, just for a moment, it was smoky.

   "Okay, no more drawing."

  There was a burst of softness in my heart.

   "Su Nuo, do you like me?"

  Ink Liushuang lifted her eyes slightly, her eyelashes were lightly raised, and her delicate eyebrows were a bit of color, which was very deceptive.

  Su Nuo was squeezing her little hands, when she heard Mo Liushuang's words suddenly, she tilted her head strangely, and his wet eyes looked at Mo Liushuang suspiciously.

   Mo Liushuang's heart was soft, but at this moment, looking at her stupid appearance, his brows wrinkled for a while.

   Just about to speak, but seeing Su Nuo speak again.

   "Why don't you talk about it, I just like you."

  Soft, soft, glutinous voice, Mo Liushuang's heart is slightly sweet.

   But again thinking about Su Nuo’s grind look just now, with slender fingers, pinching the tender meat on her cheek, and snorting coldly, “You’re not allowed to pant when you speak, have you heard?”

   Su Nuo was pinched, her mouth squashed, and the clear ling in her eyes quickly became a layer of mist.

"good."

   Poorly agreed.

   "I'll send you food." Mo Liushuang was afraid of her crying, so he let go of his hand quickly.

   "Okay." Su Nuo nodded his head heavily, his eyes turned into crescent crescents because of his joy, and his smile was so cute that it melted.

"Ok."

Mo Liushuang strode out, and when he reached the door, he turned slightly and looked at Su Nuo.

  Su Nuo was already sitting in her chair, with her chin resting on her hands, and her short legs under the belly of the table swayed.

  (End of this chapter)