Ji Tingyan looked unconfident, pursed the corners of her mouth, and sighed softly: "I'm afraid that no matter how I paint, I won't be satisfied. It's better not to paint than to be afraid of losing."

"Oh, I see, Mr. Bie is already hidden in your heart, you don't need to draw him at all." Cheng Yue laughed loudly.

Ji Tingyan quickly reached out to cover her mouth, this shy movement, eager to hide the expression, but was seen by Ting Ting, he immediately walked over with a smile on his face, and asked them curiously: "What are you talking about, so happy talking."

"No...it's nothing." Ji Tingyan's pretty face was blushing, and Cheng Yue quickly said wittily, "Xiao Nai, you guys talk, I'll go see what Wang Orange is doing."

Cheng Yue took the painting and walked away happily. Tie Ting saw Ji Tingyan put her hands behind her back, and his tall body forced her past her with an oppressive breath: "Show me what is hidden in your hand."

"It's nothing, I drew a few random pictures." Ji Tingyan's beautiful eyes flickered, but she didn't dare to look directly into the man's eyes. In fact, when Cheng Yue came to look for her, she had already drawn a picture of Bing Ting in the room, but the picture was a little unsatisfactory, so she didn't dare to show it.

"Oh? Let me see, I haven't seen your paintings yet." Hearing this, Bing Ting became more interested, and as soon as he stretched out his long arms, he was about to snatch her from behind.

Where could Ji Tingyan be his opponent, obediently let him take away the book, the man opened a page and looked at it, his dark eyes deepened, and a smile spread on his face: "The painting is good and very talented. If we have a daughter in the future, she will definitely inherit your talent for painting."

Ji Tingyan's pretty face flushed, and she muttered in a low voice: "Who wants to have a baby with you, I haven't written a word yet."

"You don't want to have a baby with me, who are you planning to have?" Bie Tingjun was stunned, and then looked at her resentfully: "Xiao Nai, you won't change your mind."

"I don't have one." Ji Tingyan puffed her cheeks: "Okay, give birth to a daughter and let her inherit my talent, just like I inherited my mother's talent. She is a fashion designer and also loves painting by nature."

Seeing that she agreed, Tie Ting immediately became happy: "No wonder you have such a hobby."

Ji Tingyan saw him turning page after page, and looked at him very seriously. When his hand was turned down, Ji Tingyan's breath was frightened, and she quickly wanted to reach out to grab it back, but the man subconsciously raised his hand. With his height, even if Ji Tingyan jumped up, she couldn't catch it anymore. She stared at the man angrily.

"Give me back the book."

At this moment, Bing Ting turned to the next page. When he saw a man on it, he couldn't help squinting his eyes: "This can't be me, can it?"

Ji Tingyan was so ashamed that she lowered her head, put her hands behind her back, and kicked the stones with her toes, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Yes, it's you, but I don't seem to be very good at drawing, unlike you."

"It's really not like me. You drew me too strong." Ting Ting couldn't help laughing, his voice was hearty, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Nonsense, I don't have one. You're not in such a good shape." Ji Tingyan retorted angrily.

But Bing Ting stared at her, and his voice gradually sank: "Is my figure good, haven't you been familiar with it for a long time?"

"What's the use of being good, maybe it's not good to use if it looks good." Ji Tingyan deliberately angered him.

"What did you say?" Ting Ting didn't expect that she would question her masculinity, and immediately squinted her eyes in displeasure: "Xiao Nai, it seems that I have to correct your dangerous thinking."

"What idea?" Ji Tingyan asked, blinking her eyes.

Tie Ting immediately pulled her into his arms, put his thin lips against her ears, and exhaled with low heat: "Why don't we try it at night and see if it works for me?"

Only then did Ji Tingyan realize that she seemed to have touched the bottom line of a man. He was angry. She put her hands on each other's chests, her beautiful eyes were shy: "Tie Ting, I didn't mean to question you. In fact, if you think tonight is suitable, I have no objection. Otherwise, try it."

Bing Ting: "..."

Obviously just trying to scare her, but Ting Ting was taken aback by her. However, Ji Tingyan's undisguised eyes, affectionate and bright, made him not feel that she was frivolous at all. On the contrary, he loved her so much that her eyes were full of him.

"Xiao Nai, I really shouldn't have let you be trapped here and let you suffer these grievances."

Bing Ting's fingers gently rubbed against her cheek, blaming herself very much. She should have lived her life as a young lady in the bustling city, instead of going through danger with him in the wilderness.

Ji Tingyan blinked her eyes, looked around her surroundings, and said softly: "It's a very wronged thing for me to accompany you through these things without realizing it. If I get old, this will be the most special memory in my life."

Her optimism and comfort made Ting Ting laugh uncontrollably and embrace her in his arms. JrNovels.com