Soon, our dream of Master Bo came true.

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Perhaps it is the love every day, perhaps it is the effect of love words, or perhaps it is the affection of such a handsome young man who has no regrets, which has touched the charm of the painting. In Bo Xizhi's dark and windy night, he fell in love with the beauty in the painting as if he was possessed by a demon, but he couldn't get it. He was depressed all day long and had to drink to drown his sorrow...

As for why a person who is born weak and sick can drown his sorrows by drinking, she doesn't know.

The beauty blinked her eyes on the painting first, but finally she actually jumped down from the painting.

On a dark and windy night, the beautiful beauty with a charming look, plus a drunk but affectionate man, you can think about it and know what happened.

Bo Xizhi woke up, and the beauty who loved but couldn't sleep at night was in her arms, thinking that this was really a gift from heaven!

The innocent young master who had just handed over his virginity body asked shyly and happily: "What's your name?"

The beauty's eyes were circulating, and her frown and smiled were all charming. She said in a delicate voice: "My name is called Yancai, and the world calls her Yanji. I am a little fairy in the painting. I am grateful to my husband's earnest call and I can't bear to see him for missing him, so I..."

At this point, Yancai paused and smiled shyly when she said that.

It is really full of bright lights and beautiful things, and it is worthy of being a beauty.

The beauty smiled at him, and Bo Xizhi's body, which had been fighting for a night, became faintly uncontrollable, and a weak part was in a tendency to look up again.

At this time, he was not like the legendary weak and sickly young master. Is this the most harmful thing to do?

Bo Xizhi's body and mind are also hot, so he didn't find any words about Yancai, and there were loopholes in it.

He called himself a concubine and said that he was a boudoir name. Where did this come from the non-mainstream?

Also, don’t the little fairies in the painting claim to be the original immortals? Aren’t the immortals all fairy-like, they can only be viewed from afar and not played with? How can the immortals sacrifice themselves as soon as they come out?

Do the immortal know that you pretend to be an immortal like this? Are you not afraid that the immortal will get angry when he knows it?

With such an obvious problem, Bo Xizhi, a very educated and knowledgeable young master, was about to turn from love to desire because he fell in love, but he didn't pay any attention.

"Cai'er, Xizhi, call me Xizhi..." Bo Xizhi pressed Yancai under his body and was about to come, but Yancai's ten fingers were easily pushed away.

This refusal action hurt Bo Xizhi very much, and what hurt him even more was that he was actually pushed away by his beloved beauty with a finger! Is it a shame for a man to face?

"Don't be upset, my husband, it's just that the time for me to come to the world has come. Heaven is calling me back, so I have to leave."

Yancai's words made Bo Xizhi's eyes shine again, and the light dimly in an instant, "Cai'er, can I see you again?"

"Of course, tomorrow, I will treat you to you in the painting and look forward to you every night."

After saying that, Yancai giggled, and her snow-white body, which was not in a short wisp, turned around and put on a water-sleeved gauze skirt, returned to the painting, and froze into the original position.

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Bo Xizhi thought this was just a strange spring dream with a slight peach blossom color, but he was still very eager for the arrival of midnight.

At midnight, the colorful color appeared again.
Chapter completed!