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"Don't move." Xu Yimo stopped her and pinched her calf with a little strength.

Lin Xiahua bit her lips and looked aside. Xu Yimo's sudden action made her feel a little trance. The gentle breath in her few words made her even have the illusion of being cared about.

Xu Yimo poured the medicinal wine into his palm. The palm of his hand was hot and covered Lin Xiahua's ankle gently. He rubbed it slowly.

Lin Xiahua took a cold breath. It was really painful, but looking at Xu Yimo's concentrated expression, she could not help it at the moment.

This man's gentleness, she has been unable to resist, although never extravagant.

Xu Yimo's action is as gentle as possible, and he pays attention to Lin Xiahua's expression all the time. Until her tight frown finally quietly calms down, he slightly puts down his heart.

Lin Xiahua felt that the place of ankle injury was warm. With Xu Yimo's action, the pain was relieved a little bit, which was really effective.

Full 20 minutes, two people one and a half lie down, a sitting, no one talks, but the room for no reason to float up a kind of called ambiguous atmosphere.

Lin Xiahua's skin is smooth and delicate. Xu's ink hand covers it. The touch from the palm bed is like the best silk. Because it's not very comfortable, Lin Xiahua's toes are curled up. It looks lovely.

Finally, the medicinal wine was completely absorbed. Xu Yimo stood up and looked at Lin Xiahua, who did not dare to look at him, but whose face was already red. Suddenly, she thought of her cold, melancholy and scorching temperament at the shooting scene today, and her heart was palpitating.

The room was full of the bitter smell of medicinal wine. Lin Xiahua sniffed, lowered his head and said, "thank you."

Xu Yimo is unconsciously attracted by her: "are you shy?"

Lin Xiahua raised her eyes to see people, and her face became more and more hot by the bright and frightening dark eyes. She said, "I don't have it."

Xu Yimo was amused by her charming expression, and the laughter came out in her chest, which was very magnetic.

Want to touch her hair, but found that the hands are residual wine, Xu Yimo straightened up: "I go to wash my hands."

Lin Xiahua nods. She really doesn't know why the atmosphere is like this. Xu Yimo suddenly makes her want to sink.

It's late at night. When Xu Yimo washes his hands, he takes a bath by the way. After he comes out, he doesn't want to go back and lies down beside Lin Xiahua.

Lin Xiahua didn't push twice. I don't know why, but I don't have much disgust in my heart. Maybe today's Xu Yimo really looks like the way she has appeared in countless dreams.

"Go to sleep." Xu Yimo took Lin Xiahua's shoulder and whispered in her ear.

Lin Xiahua nodded involuntarily, and was really asleep.

The main body of twins has finished shooting and will soon be ready for the second theme. However, when Lin Xiahua gets the new proposition, he has some difficulties.

The second theme is called innocence.

Design needs inspiration. Only when you have inspiration can you make clothes more spiritual and truly be regarded as a work of art. If you draw two strokes casually, you can make a large number of prints. What you make can only be regarded as factory goods.

Lin Xiahua held her breath in the room for three days, but she didn't know what to do. Stepping on it would be more in line with childlike innocence.

Mccleley just came to find Lin Xiahua. Seeing that she was struggling, he couldn't help asking, "is there any difficulty?"

Lin Xiahua sighed and picked up a pile of rough draft paper she had painted: "I really don't know how to meet the theme of childlike innocence. I don't have any idea in my mind."

As a result, mcleay read her draft and said with understanding: "everyone has such a stage. If there is no inspiration, there will be no sitting here all the time. It's better to go out for a walk and do something she hasn't done before. Maybe there will be unexpected gains."

"You can try something else like this." Lin Xiahua wry smile: "but this childlike innocence, how old am I, and like now, what can I do to find the so-called childlike innocence?"

After thinking about it, mcleay's eyes suddenly brightened: "why don't you go to the orphanage to have a look, where the children's life experience is not very good, but they are full of hope for life, which may give you some inspiration."

Lin Xiahua hesitated: "is this OK?"

Mcleay patted her on the head: "try it. It's better than you can't draw anything here. Besides, even if it doesn't help the design, it's good for the children."

Generally, the orphanage will not be built in a very prosperous place. Lin Xiahua found the address on the Internet and finally found the specific address of the orphanage after a long time.

Hope orphanage, Lin Xiahua stands outside the iron gate to look inside, a two-story building, not particularly new, not save, in front of the building is an open space, should be used as a playground, now is noon, the children are basically taking a nap, the playground activities of the children are not many, although each child's clothes are relatively old, but can be said to be clean.After greeting the guard, Lin Xiahua steps into the orphanage. It's her first time to come to this kind of place. She looks at everything while walking with a curious eye.

The children who are playing are very curious when they see strangers coming. They all stop and look at Lin Xiahua.

Children's eyes are the cleanest, with hesitation, novelty and a little fear.

Along the way, Lin Xiahua tried to put on the most harmless expression for fear of scaring these children.

Went to the door, just want to go inside, she suddenly heard a weak cry, not far away from the place.

Lin Xiahua was attracted by the sound, turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see a crying child in his sight.

The voice is not very loud, floating, not very clear to hear the direction.

Is there a child injured? Lin Xiahua has some worries, because this is an orphanage after all. Some of the abandoned children are not healthy, so it's easy to have an accident when no one is looking after them.

The cry came again, vaguely sandwiched in a few slightly immature shouts.

This time I heard it more clearly. Lin Xiahua determined that the direction of the sound came from the small alley on the side of the building. He didn't think much about it at the moment, so he hurried to walk there.

After turning a corner, she was shocked by what she saw. A thin and weak boy was pressed on the ground by three children who were much stronger than her. Her face was covered with mud and the corners of her eyes were stained with fresh blood.

"What are you doing?" Lin Xiahua yells and goes up to help the bullied boy.