Chapter 3145： Uncle Little Emperor (83)

Yun Dai propped her chin so that she could smile at him in her spare time: "Draw it."

Zhao Shu looked away: "You put your clothes on."

Even at night, Yun Dai could clearly see a touch of red, climbing up to the tips of his ears.

She smiled and said, "Teacher, are you shy? I'm still wearing clothes. Since the teacher learns to paint, hasn't he painted **** models?"

"……No."

"Why?" Yundai touched her chin in surprise, "Could it be that the current art teaching has been changed? How could it be possible without drawing the human body..."

Zhao Shu said, "If you ask you to go and put on your clothes, you just go, where is there so much nonsense? Are you afraid of catching a cold again?"

"With the teacher accompanied, I am also happy to catch a cold."

"Be less greasy!"

Yun Dai said: "The teacher really doesn't paint me? I've always wanted to be a mannequin for others."

Zhao Shu glared at her: "If you want to go, go there. There is only one thing. You must wear your clothes. If you dress like this, you will be a model for others, and I won't take care of you."

Yun Dai got up and walked in front of him, bending her eyebrows: "How does the teacher plan to clean up me?"

She was only wrapped in a bath towel, her collarbone, shoulders, and legs were all exposed.

So close, you can even see a little beautiful arc.

Zhao Shu liked her all his life, even after falling in love, he never thought of seeing her like this every day.

This……

Hey, it's great to live in modern times.

Zhao Shu felt that if he continued to look like this, he would have to have a nosebleed, and he couldn't control the predominant power in his body.

He looked away with difficulty: "Don't provoke me."

"What am I provoking you?"

"Don't challenge men's endurance and moral bottom line." Zhao Shu took a deep breath, holding pen, ink, paper and ink, and walked toward his bedroom.

Yun Dai looked down at herself, unavoidably beginning to doubt herself.

Is the teacher too pure and unwilling, or is she unattractive?

Zhao Shu painted in the room for two hours before coming out.

He packed up all the calligraphy and paintings before and called Sun Xiaoyi. Sun Xiaoyi was very pleased with his punctuality. He said that he would send someone to pick it up immediately, mount it, and then arrange specific matters such as the layout of the calligraphy and painting exhibition.

Of course, these do not need Zhao Shu to worry about.

Twenty minutes later, a young man ran over, carefully packed the calligraphy and painting into a big box, and left behind his back.

Zhao Shu sent the young man away, closed the door, turned around and looked around, but did not find Yun Dai's shadow.

Go back to the house to sleep?

Zhao Shu walked to the door of her room and pushed gently, but he couldn't move.

She never locked the door before.

"Yun Dai," he knocked on the door.

no response.

"Yun Dai, you have never slept at this point." Zhao Shu knows that this guy is a senior late-nighter. As long as he doesn't feel uncomfortable, he rarely sleeps before twelve o'clock.

After a while, there was a click inside the door.

The door lock was opened.

Zhao Shu opened the door and saw that she was wearing only a camisole, shorts, and her back under the covers.

There is heating in the room, so I am not afraid of her catching a cold.

Zhao Shu followed, and asked Wen Sheng, "Why go to bed so early? Is it uncomfortable?"

He reached out and touched her forehead.

Yun Dai pulled the quilt on top of her head.

Zhao Shu sat down by the bed and patted her: "What's the matter?"

Nothing happened.

Zhao Shu pulled the quilt down.

In the middle of her shaggy hair, a sulking face.

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Why is it so good?"

"No."

"Not yet, look at your face, you are almost catching up with the pickles we ate at night." He reached out and poked her on the cheek.