Hanfu Drawing Novels & Stories

Ame Xi wears a white robe hanfu with a sky blue tinted silk strand at the end, and his long hair is tied into a ponytail with a red ribbon and round metal silver hairpin with a haitang design, giving him a dashing and innocent appearance. While Len Su and Shang Mu wore plain black hanfu robes with a tinted design resembling the Lingdao residence, their outfits gave them the appearance of being strong and charismatic. Their long hair was also tied into a ponytail with a white ribbon and a sword-shaped circle hairpin. "Mn," Cian Xia quickly replied. After hearing his response, they all stood up straight and joined their master, who was already sitting in the wooden chair beside Cian Xia. Cian

“Fiona, the five-star red flag is the national flag, how can it be so simple, do you have a paintbrush or watercolor?" "Yes."Fiona, very obedient to him, got up and ran into the guest room to get things and then ran out again. Paul Henry, seeing what she took, couldn't help but smile, very sure,Fiona really drunk. Zhuo Lang took the book and put it on his knee, spread a white sheet of paper, took a brush to dip it in Chinese ink, drew a shape, and used pink ink to color it. With just a few strokes of the pen, a five-star red flag that welcomes the wind has been drawn.

Hnnngh. He cleared his throat a few times. "Ahem. Uhmm. I draw people, mostly. I like to draw faces, and hands -- hands are so difficult but it's really rewarding to get them just right." I looked him in the eye, trying to figure out how to phrase my question. "I don't wanna pressure you into showing me your work. But if you ever feel like showing me, I would love to see it." "Uhh. Noted." "So what's the best part about faces? You only draw with pencils and black pen, that I've seen, so it's not the eye color."

He whines and I laugh at him. I raffles his hair and hold his face in my palms. “So… how is handsome Denzel doing today?” “I’m fine! Here….” He reaches for a drawing book next to him on the bed and shows me a page where drew…. Ah! I don’t even know what he drew! But I guess it’s some cartoons. “… Look, Anna, I drew hulk and captain America!” “Oh… “ I take a closer look and frown, why doesn’t they look like the hulk and captain America I know?

"Please stay still so I can capture your pose properly, unless you want your perfect nose ending up crooked." Settling back in with my linen canvas and paints, I studied his form critically, wanting to do him justice. His chosen pose had one leg stretched out long while the other bent at the knee. Both arms were tucked casually behind his head, showing off his toned physique. But I frowned, noticing the distraction - the size and length of his cock in that tight navy blue boxer briefs. I was going to finish that drawing in two days if I kept stealing glances at it. Reaching into the basket of clothes in the corner, I tossed him a fresh pair of black pants. "Here, put these on.Please."

He looked at me before looking back at Qing Han. And since Qing Han never missed anything, he furrowed his brows a little. “Is everything okay?” he asked. I sighed deeply, trying to urge Tuan Tuan forward. I knew that he was just unsure of what to do. He picked up his drawing book and handed it to Qing Han, his eyes looking up at him anxiously. “And what is this?” Qing Han asked, opening the book. I saw his hand freeze midway, and he looked down at Tuan Tuan. “Is… this me?”