Chapter 18

For a moment, her heart was in her throat.

Even though she knew there would be such a process, she still felt so nervous that it was difficult to swallow water.

Face covered with cloth, the man can not see her face, should not have pressure. But the other side is not the arrogant and domineering young master in her imagination, nor is it a zit man, but a high-quality man with perfect voice and impeccable etiquette.

Across the hazy layer of cloth, you can feel the other side cool and handsome, with a strong aura.

Tang Xun Rui's legs trembled slightly and sat down, but in front of this man, he didn't feel very satisfied with any sitting posture.

"I What am I going to do? " She asked.

After asking, I thought, are you stupid?

Since it's a nude model, of course, I took off my bath towel first.

"Well Shall I take off the bath towel first She slowly untied the belt around her waist and let the soft bathrobe slide down her snow-white shoulders, revealing a smooth upper body.

The rest of the bathrobe was stuck in the waist because of the sitting posture. Two long, flawless legs were wrapped in a bath towel. She was thinking about whether or not to stand up and shake off the whole bathrobe, but her legs felt numb because of too much tension. As soon as she stood up, she staggered twice.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

She did not stand firm in the faltering, and was about to bump into the glass table next to her.

The table looked transparent, as if it was very unstable. Tang was really afraid of falling into the broken glass on the ground!

The next second, a cold embrace hugged her!

Tang Furui reacts and finds himself surrounded by the man in front of him. She was about to fall to the glass table, but the man's powerful arm pulled her back.

At the same moment, the second half of Tang's bath towel It fell to the ground.

The scene was a little awkward for a moment. What made it more difficult for her to move was her bare body, like a fish on a chopping board, waiting to be scalped by a kitchen knife.

"Thank you Thank you Finally, she reluctantly spoke, stepped back two steps, and returned to her position.

This time, it's really naked.

Tang Meirui kept a close posture, slightly on tiptoe, and didn't know what posture to put.

The men are back in their original positions.

Before long, came the sound of sharpening pencils.

In the process of sharpening, Tang can feel each other's eyes slowly back and forth on himself, like a fine knife, carving the porcelain in front of him more perfectly.

Fortunately, she covered her face, otherwise she would be hit by her blushing face.

“…… I What's my pose? " Finally, she couldn't bear to ask first.

Five minutes later.

"Lie down."

Tang did not dare to disobey, but really lay down. But her posture is ugly, face toward the sofa, down a solid, like a lying corpse.

The man opposite thought for a while.

He got up and came over. The round end of the pencil, which had not been cut, fell on Tang Furui.

When the cold pencil touched Tang Rui's body, she shivered.

"Here, it's better to put it on the sofa."

The man's voice is a little rusty, but it also shows a kind of unspeakable provocative, like a string that has just been plucked. The music stops, but the frequency is still slightly trembling in the air.

"Here" in his mouth refers to Tang's left arm. Tang ruorei raised her stiffly and put her in the position he set.

"Here, here."

Tang Rui raised his other arm and put it in another position he asked.

"Here, it can be in this range."

The cold pencil fell on her big leg. Her legs were trembling and pink.

To put it Open?

Tang ruorei wished her whole face could be buried in the sofa, but she still had to do it.

"Here."

The cold end of the pencil fell on her other leg.

Every time, when the pencil fell on her, she couldn't help but feel some shivering all over her body.

Is it her illusion? How did she feel that the pencil had become a pointer in a man's hand, where it needed to be corrected.

The man who sticks to the whip doesn't say a word of nonsense. He doesn't even say a word like "arm", "leg" and "waist". He uses "this" and "that", "here" and "there" instead. As if the woman in front of him is countless parts, "this part" and "that part" are in place, this posture is OK.

Tang's posture, under the other party's "tune / teach", has become a lazy posture of turning books on the sofa. One hand turned over the paper, the other hand casually put on the sofa, ankle inadvertently overlapped."Here." Finally, the man's pencil, fell on her smooth hip.

Tang felt nervous immediately.

The position was so sensitive that she was not sure how to put it in place.

After a little silence in the air, a sound was heard.

"A little bit higher."

Tang Furui flustered in a look up, just on the man's line of sight, fell behind him quite warped arc line.

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