CHAPTER 85

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"Oh, this is not me and you..." Song Qiaoxi stretched out her hand, trying to **** the clip back, and said in a panic.

"Huh?" Chu, who was just over a meter and a half tall, raised his arm and quickly flipped through Ding Yi's picture clip.

Song Qiaoxi's words are really trying to cover up. The girl in the comic has long curly hair like her. Even her school uniform is a classic foreign language uniform, and her schoolbag is also her Jansport schoolbag.

The boy in the painting has exactly the same hairstyle and face shape as Chu Jin. Just glance at the dialog box, and the conversation between the two is too numb.

Chu in the painting makes a mouthful of "Xiao Xixi", "Baby", "Dear"...

In the comics, Song Qiaoxi said the most "Well...", she was gagged at every turn, pinched her waist and pressed against the wall.

Fortunately, the most enthusiastic scene was the page they looked at.

The scene in the comic is also on the single bed in the boiler room. The furnishings in the room are the same. Song Qiaoxi is lying on the bed, and the school uniform shirt is pulled out of the skirt. The buttons at the bottom of the shirt are untied, revealing a thin section. Slim waist.

One hand on her waist pinched the meat around her waist, and the other hand cut her hands and raised it above her head.

The curly-haired girl's neck was raised high, revealing her fragile neck, and the boy's lips were very close to her neck...

I have to say that Ding Yi painted the details very well, and Chu Jin's well-defined hands painted quite well?

"Ah, don't look at it, this is all such a mess, give it back to me soon!" No matter how Song Qiaoxi jumped, she couldn't reach the picture clip in Chu Jin's hand, "Give it to me!"

Otherwise, Xueba is Xueba, Chu Jin spent a short time looking through Ding Yi's picture folder.

After reading the cartoon, Chu Jin handed the picture clip to Song Qiaoxi.

The little girl closed her picture folder with a "click" and hid the entire sketchbook behind her, staring at Chu Jin vigilantly, leaning against the bookshelf.

He met the little girl's red apricot eyes and her anxious little face, and he didn't want to deliberately tease her anymore.

Fifteen or six-year-old teenagers know better than little girls of the same age, and the feet/degrees of some private topics that boys will talk about are always larger.

Even if Chu Jin had never joined Wang Junyang and Ding Yi's topic, when the two of them occupied his room to watch the movie, Chu Jin took the initiative to go out and leave the boiler room to the two boys.

All in all, in short, I have never eaten pork and have seen pigs run. Isn’t it...

"Well, I saw it, it's not me and you that I painted." Chu Jin smiled and shook his head, walked back to the desk with long legs and sat down in the chair, and picked up the pen again.

"Yes, yes, we are not the ones who painted!" Song Qiaoxi nodded firmly and breathed a sigh of relief, "Look at me not to blow Ding Yi's head, let him paint these messy little emperor comics, I want to tell Uncle Ding to go, nor Learn well."

Chu Jin looked at her puffed up, like a cute puffer fish, and couldn't help but play with her heart, wanting to tease her.

I don't know why, Chu Jin always wants to tease her lately. He likes to see her angry, and prefers to be coaxed by him after she is angry.

The young man coughed and raised his eyelids with interest.

Chu Jin turned around and smiled and said to Song Qiaoxi, "Ah, do you think Ding Yi's paintings are messy, okay? Actually, I think...the paintings are pretty good."

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