Chapter 94

The setting sun outside the window moistens the French windows, and the outside of the whole glass is full of colorful halos.

Tang is sitting in the middle of the living room, feeling a little nervous.

"How about that?"

She asked softly.

"Well."

Get a short answer.

She changed her posture and asked again.

"How about that?"

"Well."

There's still a short answer. There's no more.

Tang Furui has taken off her clothes and is sitting on the sofa as a naked model. The light is here and the scene is here. It's not the first time for her to do this kind of thing, but in the face of Huan Jing, a man who can never be understood, her palms still exude a layer of sweat.

When he used to be his model, he would be picky, for example, let her change her posture, let her use different props, let her live in different rooms.

Sometimes, she will turn out a magazine and ask her to refer to the pose of the model in the magazine above.

But this time, I didn't have any critical sentences.

From the beginning to the end, the other party's response to Tang's pose was a "um".

Is he so relieved of her now? Do you think her experience is mature enough to control by herself?

Tang can't help asking: "any posture is OK?"

Huanjing's slender fingertips are falling on the paper.

From the angle of pencil to wrist, from wrist to arm, from arm to shoulder, Huan Jing is almost perfect.

There's no dead end in 365.

His eyes fell on the girl in front of him. Her shoulders were exposed, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, she seemed inexplicable and pitiable.

From the shoulder down, it's the clavicle.

Her clavicle is thin but distinct.

When you take a deep breath because of tension, you can feel the two clavicles as if they were frightened, with slight ups and downs.

Tang Furui was still wondering that this time he could go through so quietly. He didn't need to make many tricks like before, so he heard Huan Jing speak softly.

"Come here."

Come here?

Tang did not dare to disobey his orders and passed by obediently.

In the past, the idea that came to her mind was actually the thirty-six moves that the female assistant gave her.

According to the female assistant, as long as the layers are spread in and every move is used, the male god's heart can be captured slowly.

But her illusion, she clearly didn't even have time to use one or two moves, felt that Huan Jing looked at his eyes with a slight ripple.

This kind of ripple is mixed with the sunset at the moment, which is as unreal as a filter.

"Young master, what can I do for you?"

She came up to him and asked.

Huan Jing looked at her for a while, but handed her the pen in front of her.

"It's for you this time."

She was confused for a moment.

"For me? What for me? "

"Draw me."

This sentence, Tang Rui completely petrified.

Looking at the pen, she felt that she had reacted.

"I draw you? Are you a model

"Well. "

- still such a short answer.

Huan Jing pressed her shoulders and put her on the seat.

The strength on her shoulder is not too heavy, but very firm, steady and powerful. Tang Furui was pressed on it without any fighting power. The white paper in front of him was empty and clean.

…… Daren Qing himself just put a long time post on the sofa, he did not draw a stroke.

It's a waste of her good looks.

"Can I really draw?" She asked again with a little uncertainty.

"Well."

Huan Jing sat on the sofa in front of her.

At the moment, the two people's identities and roles changed with each other. Tang Furui changed from a model to a painter, while Huan Jing changed from a painter to a model.

Tang ruorei was holding the brush. For a moment, he didn't know how to write.

Of course, she didn't have the courage to order Huan Jing to take off her clothes.

Even Tang had no courage to ask for a little pose.

The final result is that how Huan Jing sat down, Tang Xun Rui painted. When she was in school, she had a few sketching lessons, and the lines could hold a little, but she certainly didn't draw as well as Huan Jing.

She hesitated for a moment and began to write.

And Huan Jing finally found a reason to look at Tang Furui with fairness. He sat lazily on the sofa with a cup of tea at hand. When he poured tea, his eyes never left Tang.

Eyelashes gently - quiver, was soaked in tea - run. The heat rose slowly.He looked at the girl in front of him, as if looking at a work of art.

The way she raised her hand, threw her foot, and tilted her head to think about how to write, all seemed to be details that could not be missed.

Finally, Tang Rui outlined a general outline.

This is the biggest achievement she can achieve after several art classes. She was a little uneasy. She raised her head and asked, "young master, would you like to come and have a look? Is this really OK? "

Huan Jing stood up and went to Tang Furui's side.

As soon as he saw the lines drawn on the white paper, he even drew A smile.

Don wiped her eyes.

She was right!

Huan Jing laughed.

Look at this meaning, eight out of ten is ridicule!

"Bad?" She was very depressed, "I think it's OK, and I deliberately used some techniques."

Huan Jing Teng came over with a hand and held it outside Tang's hand.

His hand is wrapped with Tang's hand, and Tang's hand is wrapped with this pencil. His big hand holds the little puppet, and he begins to copy it on the paper.

Tang Meirui did not exert any more force. Instead, he lightened his strength and allowed Huan Jing to take her hand and slowly start painting on the paper.

"Here, it should be."

Behind the man's voice is very light, but there is a deep sea smell.

The texture of the pencil makes a rustle on the textured paper.

The breath of a man stays in the position of her neck.

Tang felt itchy. This kind of itching is not only the itching of the neck, but also the itching of the heart, which is hard to grasp.

Scratch people. Fine. It's like some kind of small animal climbing up slowly.

As soon as Tang Furui looked up, he could see the eyelashes of shanghuanjing. The man's eyelashes are beautiful, long and quite thick.

When you drop your eyes, it's like a fan-shaped shadow covering your face.

She didn't know what she had eaten, so she suddenly thought of the female assistant's advice to her.

Ask her to be kind and sincere, teach her not to miss any chance, as long as there is a time to catch up, don't miss it.

That's what the female assistant said.

"The psychiatrist said that the young master has obstacles in this aspect, and it's hard to be tough. Even if he meets a woman, the probability is quite small. Therefore, as long as you seize the opportunity, you must take advantage of it. Otherwise, after passing this village, you will not know when you will be able to touch this shop next time. "

"So, Tang Furui, your main task now is to tease. You can give up when you're half done, or you can just tease to create an atmosphere, big or small, but you must keep the frequency of the tease. Remember, a man is trying out slowly. Once he has formed this rhythm, habit and setting, it will be easier for you to do anything in the future. "

Looking back at the words of the female assistant in Tang's mind, she really seemed to be confused by some kind of magic spell.

She looked up slightly, only a few centimeters away from Huanjing.

If you die, you bet.

She leaned up slightly, almost touching Huan Jing's lips

A little touch, such a close distance, can also pretend to be unintentional.

But at this juncture, the man with deep cleanliness turned his head and said goodbye to Tang.

Tang Furui lost another empty space, a little frustrated to dip back to the chair.

…… Really, I overestimate myself.

She thought that the other party also had feelings for her. She thought that there would be a little possibility. Otherwise, why did this man look at her with this kind of rippling eyes in the sunset?

I didn't expect to be rejected so miserably.

Tang Rui's heart gave him courage.

Can't you just fail once and then stand up?

She had the cheek to rush towards Huan Jing again.

This time, with the idea of "no matter how you refuse me, I will go up against the difficulties", he was careless and forced too hard, and the whole person flapped on Huan Jing.

Huan Jing did not return to his senses, but saw that the whole thing rushed towards him. Without standing still, they both fell on the sofa.

When he fell on the sofa, Tang ruorei was on the top, while Huan Jing was under her pressure. In order to prevent Tang's back from hitting the wall, Huan Jing subconsciously reaches out a hand to protect her back.

This posture lasted for a moment, but Tang didn't know what to do.

In principle, such a posture, she is the upper hand, this time should be to take advantage of the pursuit.

But it's a little difficult for her to take advantage of the victory and pursue the next step.

Tang ruorei thought: why don't you just untie one of his buttons?One by one, she began to untie Huan Jing's buttons patiently. The whole movement, if objectively evaluated, was a bit bad.

But Huan Jing was not worried at all.

One of his hands protected Tang's back from hitting the wall next to her. The other hand leaned against the armrest of the sofa, and his shirt was unbuttoned. He did not move quietly, but seemed to acquiesce in Tang's doing so.

"You..."

Tang stopped when she had the last two left.

This man Why not resist?

Is this a little sullen?

But Huan Jing's eyes fell on Tang Furui.

She is still not dressed. Now she is naked and pressed on his body. He can even feel the temperature of her buttocks sitting on it.

Lighting, afterglow, light and shade interlaced interior space.

She sat on him, seemingly domineering to untie his clothes. For a moment, he really wanted to acquiesce in her last step.

But just as soon as she made a beginning, she stopped and kept sitting.

This woman, really don't know how Ambiguous posture?

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