After dressing as a female match, I counterattacked

Chapter 495 My queen, I am your subject
Seeing the smile on his face, Zhiyun knew that he must be performing some kind of ritual, and she herself did not reject this sense of ritual.

A crown crowned her head, and her coral-like hair cascaded down her back.

It looks beautiful and cool, independent of the world.

My queen, I am your subject.

Louis was very satisfied, bowed his head, and placed a kiss on her forehead: "That's it, my queen, I will make a picture for you."

He went to the drawing board, picked up the paintbrush, and didn't take the paint tray in his hand, he just started to draw the outline on the drawing paper...

Painting is expected to take up to six hours.

Zhiyun was supposed to sit for six hours, but she couldn't hold back her drowsiness. After yawning four times in a row, Zhiyun put her hand on her forehead, slowly lowered her eyes, and fell asleep.

She slept past noon.

Then woke up hungry.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I was still sitting on the sofa, and the surrounding Louis XVI red roses exuded bursts of attacking fragrance.

On the other side, Louis was still concentrating on painting for her.

Zhiyun didn't know what the purpose of his painting was, and he never asked. When she was hungry, she just said, "I want to eat, I'm very hungry, I need something to fill my stomach."

Hearing this, Louis paused his painting hands, then put down the paint tray, and went to get her something to eat.

Taking advantage of the time he was leaving, Zhiyun got up and walked towards the drawing board.

She saw that painting, no...it should be two.

One is of her sitting, and the other is of her sleeping with her forehead propped up. The two paintings have a complete outline, but they are not finished yet, but the Louis XVI roses surrounded by them are all drawn, competing for beauty .

The person in the painting, but the charm on the face is still a little bit, Zhiyun can feel it himself.

She couldn't resist picking up the paintbrush and using paint to smudge...

After about a few minutes, Louis' voice came from behind, "Is my painter okay?"

Zhiyun turned around and saw him coming with two bowls of noodles.

It's leek noodles...

"The proprietress said you like to eat this. I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I cooked noodles for you. I didn't eat it, so let's eat it together." Louis put the noodles on the stone table, next to the stone stool.

When he came back, he saw Zhiyun holding a paintbrush in his hand, he was slightly startled, and saw her moving the paintbrush on the drawing paper, Louis took the paintbrush from her hand, "Don't touch this."

Zhiyun stepped aside.

Louis looked at the place where Zhiyun added a few strokes in the painting, his face darkened a bit, "My own painting, I draw it myself, don't touch this."

"I just……"

She wanted to explain, then apologize.

Louis turned to look at her, "Ali, promise me, let me draw, don't draw, okay?"

That voice, Ali, seemed to be filled with thousands of sufferings, and the words were unclear, and the words were unclear.

For some reason, Zhiyun's mood became a little complicated, didn't he want her to accompany him?Do you want to keep her paintings as souvenirs?or what?

Zhiyun didn't understand, but just looked at him quietly.

"Ali."

"Ah."

"I draw very well, and I believe I can draw your most beautiful face."

"Then you can draw."

"Don't touch my painting, okay?"

"No, I won't move again."

Zhiyun walked over and sat down to eat noodles.

She ate the noodles quietly, without any other noises to disturb her.

After a while, he came and sat down beside her, and ate noodles with her.This leek noodle tastes really good, Zhiyun doesn't like this one, but after seeing and smelling the aroma, he is still very hungry.

(End of this chapter)