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Chapter 4382

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Zhu Wu Xin's first reaction when he opened his eyes was to look towards the bedside.

On discovering that there was no one on the bed.

He abruptly stood up as he looked towards the direction of the voice.

He saw a young lady standing by the study table.

She was staring at the painting of a beauty that he had drawn earlier on the table.

That cold and handsome face had a rare shade of red.

"Zhu Wu Xin."

Ye Qing Luo wasn't flustered because she had knocked the inkstone over.

She slowly raised her head as she met Zhu Wu Xin's face, "These, are all drawn by you?"

Zhu Wu Xin stood up as he walked towards Ye Qing Luo.

Finally, he stopped opposite Ye Qing Luo.

He lowered his eyes as he looked at the sleeping painting of a beauty on the table.

He stretched out his hand, as though he wanted to caress that beauty's sleeping face.

But the ink which had yet to dry made him retract his hand.

"Why did you draw me?" Ye Qing Luo was so infuriated by Zhu Wu Xin's action that she laughed.

He had been caught by her secretly drawing her and he was still so calm.

And even touched her in the painting right in front of her.

This was a perverted man right?!

Zhu Wu Xin's gaze was still on the young lady in the painting.

But the expression on his face was obviously not as cold and hard as before, and had become much gentler.

His thin lips were frivolous as it rose into an arc, brimming with youth, "Because I like it, so I drew it."

She had to admit it.

Zhu Wu Xin smiled.

It really made one's heart flutter.

But …

Ye Qing Luo expressed that there wasn't any fluctuation in her heart.

Her expression was gloomy and her long and narrow eyes were filled with a piercingly cold glint when she raised her eyes, "Your liking is really scary."

Zhu Wu Xin only laughed lightly as he didn't give any response.

The gaze which he used to look at the young lady in the painting became even gentler.

Ye Qing Luo, "…"

This feeling was really weird!

Her pink lips pursed as she stretched out her hand and pulled the painting on the table to one side.

Zhu Wu Xin's expression suddenly changed as he tried to snatch the painting back.

Ye Qing Luo took two steps back as she avoided Zhu Wu Xin's outstretched hand.

Her brows rose as she looked at him with a smile which didn't look like a smile, "I'm right here, what's the point of you staring at the painting?"

Zhu Wu Xin's vision finally shifted from the painting to Ye Qing Luo.

His dark eyes were very deep, rippling with emotions that ordinary people could not understand.

"Put the painting down."

His voice was very calm, and there was not much emotion in it.

Ye Qing Luo sneered, "Zhu Wu Xin, don't you have anything to explain to me?"

Zhu Wuxin's voice was very indifferent. "What's done is done. Even if I explain it, it won't change your opinion of me."

"What on earth do you want to do?!" Ye Qing Luo slammed the painting in her hands onto the table heavily.

The ink, which had not yet dried, blurred that alluring sleeping face because of the wind.

Zhu Wuxin looked at the painting, and the ink that had spread out. There seemed to be a storm surging in his eyes.

But very quickly, he stopped.

His thin lips moved slightly, and he lightly spat out a sentence, "I have to draw again."

"Zhu Wu Xin!" Ye Qing Luo had a powerless feeling as though she had punched into cotton.

No matter how she yelled at Chu Wuxin, how she vented her anger, Chu Wuxin ignored her.

His attention, wasn't placed on what she asked at all.

Or perhaps, he totally didn't care about these words.

Or perhaps, he had already thought of the consequences right from the start when he did this.

So he was already mentally prepared.

Zhu Wu Xin took out that already destroyed painting from Ye Qing Luo's palm.

His actions were very careful.

As though he was handling some kind of treasure.

Until the painting paper was taken out.

He then slowly held the painting paper in his palm.

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