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Chapter 57: The Famous Painter

at all, Wu Ling could fall asleep almost instantly.He yawned, pulled the blanket the flight attendant had given him upwards, and patted the pillow the flight attendant had also given him.Afterwards, h...As the wooden door creaked open, Wu Ling was met with a cloud of dust, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She waved her hands dismissively to clear the air.

Before he could react, Wu Xie grabbed him like a chick and shoved him into the room under his arm.

Suddenly, Wu Ling's vision went black.

What is it that obstructs my eyes, which should shine as brightly as stars

Oh~ So it's my reliable and steady older brother!

Ah, that's alright then.

His little tufts of hair on his head, soaked by the rain, drooped and swayed. His tiny legs kicked upwards.

It seemed to want to break free from Wu Xie's shoulder, ready to emerge like a fledgling. However, this little bird of freedom was firmly held back due to the disparity in power.

Wu Ling: "..." her face was sour and she couldn't move.

Because Wu Xiaoli's grip was so strong, Wu Ling's small face was instantly pinched into a plump and chubby appearance. She looked like a little steamed bun.

Wu Ling sucked in a mouthful of saliva she had just dribbled, then silently wiped her mouth with her tiny paws. She flopped softly onto her older brother's arm, feeling both happy and pained.

Brother's love, so heavy.

When Wu Xie opened the door, he also took off his helmet and held it in his hand.

Because he only put on his helmet after the rain had stopped, some parts of his body weren't wet.

But his hair was drenched to the bone, and his black strands kept dripping with water as he moved.

Because the two were very close, Wu Ling's face inevitably got splashed with a few icy water droplets.

He rubbed his face and looked at his older brother, just in time to see a bead of water slide from between his older brother's eyebrows to his chin.

Embracing the characteristic of being helpful.

Wu Ling immediately stretched out his little paw and wiped his older brother's face.

However, he didn't realize what he had just touched. His fingertips were black as ink.

Though the wipe removed the water droplets from Wu's cheek, it inevitably left three small finger prints on his face.

Wu Ling blinked her eyes. "Wow, buy one get three free"

Perhaps Wu Ling's eyes were a little flustered, or maybe the black little claws in his hand were just too eye-catching.

When Wu Xie felt his younger brother's gaze, he wiped the water from his glasses while looking down at him: "What's wrong"

Wu Ling looked at the three fingerprints on her older brother's face and quietly retracted her dog paw.

His fingertips twitched, and he mumbled, "Admiring my paintings."

Wu Xie: ""

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, half-closed his eyes, and put his glasses back on his face.

His vision returned to clarity, yet when his gaze fell upon Wu Ling, it suddenly faltered.

Then he couldn't help but laugh out loud, his finger gently tapping Wu Ling's face:

"How did you get so dusty, like a little kitten rubbing against everything"

"Huh" Wu Ling blinked her eyes in confusion.

Only then did he remember that he had just been rubbing his face with his own little paws, and not just once.

Wu Ling thought of this, a shiver ran through her little hair on top of her head, and she hurriedly pulled her phone out of her pocket and pointed it at her face.

And the phone, which was once able to illuminate his beauty so often, did not illuminate him at this time.

On the contrary, his face turned as black as coal, looking like a little black coal ball.

Wu Ling blinked, and the little black coal ball on her phone also blinked.

Wu Ling opened her mouth, and the little black coal ball inside also opened its mouth.

Wu Ling looked at her own image inside, her voice a little surprised: "Wow, my face looks like a famous oil painting."

Wu Xie was amused by his dazed look. She reached out and pinched his ears, asking, "What kind of oil painting"

Wu Ling put down his phone, looking serious: "A famous work by Master Wu, 《The Little Coal Ball Star from the Coal Star》.

"

"Poof—"

Wu Xie looked at him with a serious expression, and for a moment she actually thought he was holding a real oil painting.

As a result, his eyes lit up when he heard about the coal star, and a hint of amusement appeared in his gaze.

When he heard about the little coal ball star person, Wu Xie couldn't hold it in anymore. He burst out laughing, his chest vibrating with mirth.

Wu Lingzheng was admiring his handsome face when he felt a jolt on his shoulder that made it go numb.

He saw his older brother smiling happily, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Then she sniffed her nose, patted his chest lightly, and glared at him with her eyes.

"No laughing, be serious, or Master will draw you a 'Qingming Shanghe Tu' on your face later."

Wu Xie glanced at his younger brother, who was giving him what he thought was an extremely threatening look.

He actually gave a look like a kitten, and nodded in agreement, his lips curving into a slight smile: "Okay, okay, I won't laugh."

Wu Ling saw that her older brother was being extremely discerning, and she nodded in satisfaction, making a soft "hmm" sound.

However, while Wu Ling was the one who wouldn't let Wu Xie laugh, he laughed even happier than Wu Xie.

Cuddly and adorable, like a little coal nugget.

I see that there's quite a bit of ash on Wu Ling's face. And I don't know if there are any unknown substances mixed in it.

He narrowed his eyes and rummaged through his clothes for a while, but only found some soggy tissues.

Wu Xie only glanced at the tissue before tucking it back into his pocket.

However, I searched for a long time and couldn't find anything else to wipe my cheeks.

Wu Xie let out a soft snort from the corner of his mouth, then pulled at his shirt collar and beckoned to Wu Ling who was shining a flashlight beside him.

"Come here."

"Hmm" Wu Lingzheng was about to take out his flashlight and check the surroundings.

After hearing Wu Xie's words, although he didn't quite understand, he obediently walked to his face: "What's up, brother"

Wu Xia shoved the helmet back into his backpack, then grasped the buttons of his shirt and chuckled at Wu Ling.

"Come on, let's give our master painter a good face! It wouldn't do for Master Wu to have the face of a kitten, would it"

Although Wu Xia's words sounded like she was playing with a child, the tenderness in her words couldn't be concealed.

Wu Ling heard this and blinked, her heart inevitably swelling with a great wave of emotion.

However, his feeling of awe didn't last long. As soon as he stood before Wu Xie, Wu Xie immediately slapped him in the face with his shirt.

Then, the technique was extremely skilled, like washing a puppy's face, Wu Ling was rubbed for a while.

...Wu Ling, who was disheveled and unsteady on his feet, remained silent.

He stood there a little lost, feeling his face flushed from being rubbed.

My heart was filled with overwhelming emotion, but it quickly faded away.

After a moment, Wu Ling's little face finally regained its rosy and white complexion.

Wu Xiexian first took her phone to take several pictures of the painted artwork on her face, and then she wiped her face with her shirt.

But he had just wiped his face.

Wu Ling beside him didn't know if it was intentional or not, the golden little head shook like a dog shaking its fur.

A water droplet splashed unexpectedly, wetting Wu Xie's face.

Wu Xie: "..."

He rubbed his chin with the back of his hand, looking down at the puppy that was stealthily sticking to him, wagging its tail and shaking its fur. A dangerous smile played at the corner of his mouth.

Wu Xi narrowed her eyes, swung her arm, and directly took off her shirt, then precisely covered it on Wu Ling who was shaking his head.

Wu Ling, who was happily shaking her fur suddenly stopped.

Huh What's this thing

However, he hadn't reacted yet, when a warm sensation hit his head, followed by another round of the little dog scratching itself frantically.f being choked:"Third Master, you're not carrying yourself this way! We agreed beforehand, I would buy the sugar cakes and you would add the medicine. How come now you're making me take all the blame...

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