Shin's painter

"Humph!"

Hearing her refusal, the artist snorted, folded his arms around his chest, and stared at the bewildered woman with a dissatisfied expression on his small mouth.

Sun Ling smiled awkwardly, hiding her desire.

Painter Shen frowned, turned her phoenix eyes, and said, "Okay, you have something wrong with your leg. But your mouth is not hurt, come on, sing me a little song!"

This……

Unprepared, he raised a knife and went into battle, teaching her how to defend against the enemy?

How could they be interested in singing a ditty while they were fleeing?

Sun Lingjun's face was wrinkled, his eyes were downcast, and he refused with an excuse.Although she doesn't have the broken voice of the second brother, she doesn't have the talent for singing either.

She opened her mouth, wanting to refuse.

But the painter looked expectant, as if she didn't agree, tears immediately burst into his eyes.

She is most afraid of her tears.

Even if she knew that her delicacy at this time was a fake, she didn't want her to shed any tears.

It's just that she grew up in the family of wealthy merchants in the Miyuan Kingdom, and bargaining is a daily routine.

She asked, "If I sing you a song, what will you give me in return?"

"Kiss! If you sing, I'll kiss you." After being drunk, Painter Shen didn't pay attention to kisses at all, and offered the reward quickly, which made Sun Ling embarrassed, and she lowered her head to cover her handsome face and sighed. .

Did she bring down Painter Shen, or is it just her nature? !

Seeing her coyness, the artist asked again: "What do you want? Tell me!"

What she wants is her.

But she dared not ask.

Because when she sobers up, she will regret it.

"Go ahead and owe it! Don't worry, I'll ask you after I think it over."

The painter didn't care, and nodded in agreement.She turned around and opened another jar of wine, planning to drink while listening to the music...

The singer at the other end did not dare to meet her frank gaze.

She coughed a few times, cleared her throat, raised her voice and sang: Ping Ye...soft, Xinghua...bright, Hua...舡...clear...chūn...no wind...no làng...half rain and half sunshine.Pink and pink go hand in hand...Nanpu...late...a little...feeling.How much... love! "

After a song, someone gave warm applause.

"Okay! One more song! One more song!" the painter exclaimed excitedly.His little face was flushed, he must have been drinking again.Once she goes crazy, no one can stop her.

Sun Ling swallowed her saliva, and replied: "It's not interesting for me to sing alone. Why don't Master Shen come to a song too!" If he expected Master Shen's amazing wine table performance, Sun Ling would definitely not dare to do it. Please, regret it too late.

"Haha... I'll play a song too. Okay!" Painter Shen agreed, but she also had a request. "After I finish singing, you have to bark like a puppy!"

Barking a dog is easier than singing.

Sun Ling agreed.

Painter Shen put down the wine jar, got up and flicked his sleeves, with a straight posture, and sang in a loud voice: "Qiao...you...you, you want to kill me..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Sun Ling was so frightened that she was dumbfounded and speechless.

This……

This is obviously a third-rate pornography, a ditty that even high-end brothel girls don't bother to sing.This proud Shen painter, who was born as a noble girl, where did she know these gaudy tunes?

She often walks outside and seldom hears of her.

The painter's voice was originally soft and sweet, but when he sang these nasty tunes, there was a big gap, adding a bit of evil charm.

"A hug, the worries... all go away. A hug, the boredom... all goes away..." the painter continued to sing.The sweet voice continued to kill Sun Ling's fragile heart.

At this moment, she wanted to call to stop, but she lost her voice.

The painter didn't think it was exciting enough, so he sang: "I can't... sleep together, I... I, stand in front of you... It's good, it's good too!"

The explicit words made Sun Ling's legs go limp, and she could hardly sit still.It was just a little tune, but she was full of thoughts, her face was red and her ears were hot, and her heart beat faster.

It can be seen how charming the painter's voice is.

At the end of the song, Master Shen turned around and sat down, not aware of any difference at all, and smiled innocently like a child.She looked at Sun Ling cheerfully, and reminded: "I want to hear the dog bark!"

Sun Ling wiped her face, secretly complaining.

She didn't want to bark like a dog, but now she wanted to be a wolf.

The other end was urging, and she opened her throat helplessly and yelled: "Wow, woof, woof!" It's a pity that she didn't touch water, only gnawed two apricots, and she had to learn to bark to please her.well!

The two sang one more song each.

Sun Ling sang: Bihai... Shen... Shen, not yet... Lovesickness is half deep.

When the painter heard this, tears rolled down, which frightened Sun Ling.She asked why, but the painter just shook his head and silently poured wine.The singing activity came to an end.

The next day, Painter Shen woke up and complained that Sun Ling owed her a few meows.Sun Ling really couldn't embarrass her, so she could only perfunctory her and make up for her when she had time.

She thought that when she sobered up, she would not remember this incident and everything that happened while she was drunk.

Who would have expected that she would always remember it in her heart.It's just a few cat whispers, so what's there to worry about!

The two supported each other and moved forward along the wind.

Suddenly, the eyes lit up, and the dazzling sunlight sprinkled into the eye sockets...

Despair descended on the Sun family.

Everyone's face was gray and their laughter had long been lost.For three days and three nights, Miss Sun and Painter Shen had zero chance of survival, and everyone was on the verge of despair.

Sandalwood's tears were dry and wet, the eyes were red and the throat was hoarse.

It's just that she can't fall over.