The Clingy Spirit Of The Blackened Male Partner [BL/QT/edited MTL]

Picked Up A Scary Boss 10-11-12-End

Luo Ning doesn't have to worry about making a living at the moment. Both his and Fu Xian's incomes have skyrocketed. He has enough confidence to do other things. This time Luo Ning wants to learn something different. What he wants to learn most is painting. He invited a professional teacher to come. The teacher was quite accomplished in art. Luo Ning could learn new and novel knowledge every day.

With the guidance of an excellent teacher, he, a novice, made rapid progress and was gradually able to draw clear lines on paper.

He himself felt that the paintings were ugly. The sparrows were painted as coal, the turtles were painted as eggs, the cups were painted as buckets, and the apples were painted as polygons, crooked and rolled into a ball. He himself couldn't look straight at it, and wished he could rub them all into the trash can.

But Fu Xian picked them up and praised them without hesitation, saying how artistic these works were and that he was a talented painter. Hearing this made Luo Ning's face and ears turn red, but his heart felt sweet.

Then he watched Fu Xian carefully arrange the drawing papers neatly and put them in a special small box, as if to treasure them.

Luo Ning was even more embarrassed. It felt like a primary school student scribbling carelessly, and his parents happily and proudly commended him. It was obviously just a rough achievement, but it seemed like a flower could bloom.

He threw himself into Fu Xian's arms, kissed Fu Xian's chin, and said shyly: "Brother Fu, if you like my paintings, can you wait until my skills mature before I can paint for you? You don't need to keep these."

Fu Xian rubbed his soft hair, "baby painted it very well. I think it's very cute. I want to keep it to admire."

Luo Ning's face was so hot that he couldn't stand it anymore, and he whined at the man and nibbled on him. Fu Xian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately hugged Luo Ning with his backhand and pressed Luo Ning on the sofa. This was a rare initiative for Luo Ning.

After all, Fu Xian is a ghost and his strength is endless. Luo Ning is simply scared. He avoids intimacy and can find various reasons to escape.

Now it was finally brought to his mouth. Of course, Fu Xian had to eat it up.

After studying hard for so long, Luo Ning's paintings can finally be seen by others. Not to mention how exquisite the painting skills are, at least they are qualified.

And it may be the reason why he lives happily. His paintings have an aura that makes people feel warm at the first sight.

After completing his studies, the first time Luo Ning drew was the scene of him and Fu Xian getting along. Every frame of the picture appeared in his mind. This was also Luo Ning's original intention of learning to draw. He wanted to cherish the clips one by one. Record it. Fu Xian couldn't take a photo, so he sketched it himself.

On the snow-white paper, the outlines of the two men began to take shape. The thin one was nestled in the broad chest, raising his head slightly, looking at the man, his eyes seemed to be dotted with stars, and their lips were almost touching, with an intimate posture. There were two kittens squatting at their feet, which looked very cozy.

Fu Xian's eyes were filled with tenderness, and he patiently watched Luo Ning put pen to paper. This painting was his favorite, conveying the love of his family. He decided to frame it in his bedroom and admire it every day.

Next to him, Luo Ning looked serious, carefully outlining her lines. The sunlight shone on his soft and fluffy hair, reflecting a circle of luster. His fair face was as smooth as jade, and his whole person was clean, transparent, and incredibly beautiful.