Chapter fifty eight idiot idea

holding the moon Pavilion.

since she came back in the afternoon, she has been painting. She has been painting mother's and Qingying cousin's, one after another, in a state of confusion, and the pictures she drew are not good.

in my mind, I saw all the pictures in my study. Beautiful lingxueyin and charming xiazirui. Ear, all is Chai Xing said words, words and sentences are lingering in the heart, she can not be quiet.

Chai Xing! Chai Xing! Damn it, when did this guy live in her heart? She didn't know, but now her mind is full of his shadow. Look at the mother...