Chapter 3

In his wardrobe, all white shirts.

Shen Qianshu chose a dark blue suit with a white shirt for him. Yeling put on a shirt in front of her face. Shen Qianshu's face became hot and hurried to stop looking. Yeling's face was pale, but he had a good figure, honey skin, and a strong chest. He was a typical clothes rack. He was thin in clothes, with meat when undressed, and a pair of slender long legs, which was extremely extra points. She was about to go out. Yeling ordered, "come here!"

He took a tie and gave it to Shen Qianshu, who tied the bottom three buttons on his white shirt. Shen Qianshu understood what he meant, took the tie with his slender jade hand, and tied you one by one.

Yeling slightly lowered her head and looked at her slender white fingers stroking on the white shirt. She had a pair of beautiful hands that were flexible like beating notes, and her nails were rounded and clean. Her fingertips accidentally touched his chest.

Shen Qianshu seemed to be frightened. She lowered her head, and he could only see her red ears.

"I'm terrible?" Yeling asked.

Shen Qianshu shook his head, and his ears became more red.

The night mausoleum's eyes were like frozen frost.

Little liar!

There is a cold fragrance on her body, faint, very charming. He remembers that he can always smell the cold fragrance when he sleeps on her leg and has a splitting headache, like a tranquilizer, which alleviates his pain.

Yeling is too high.

Shen Qianshu couldn't reach it. He stood straight again, without bending over. Shen Qianshu had to pad his feet. The two were close, and the smell of heterosexual hormones strongly swept through her senses. Shen Qianshu felt that his face was on fire.

In a hurry, he struggled to tie his tie.

Put on a shirt, tie, Yeling put on a dark blue vest, suit, swept away the color of defeat, energetic and handsome, like a noble childe, romantic but indifferent.

After Yeling left the castle, Shen Qianshu reviewed his lessons in the downstairs hall.

As an international student, she applied to the Paris Academy of art to study jewelry design. She had a language class for half a year before entering school. She came two months early to get familiar with the environment and language and make money by the way.

While listening to the French online course, Shen Qianshu drew jewelry design sketches.

I fell asleep on the table unconsciously.

I'm too tired of being tossed about by Yeling during this period.

He had to be massaged for four hours almost every day, and his two arms were as stiff as artificial limbs.

When Yeling came back, she saw her sleeping on a pile of draft paper without image.

The sun was shining brightly, but he seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice. He came over and looked down at Shen Qianshu. She lay on her side, a head of green silk hung down, covering half of her cheeks, revealing only half of her white face, with a faint peach blossom red.

Yeling stared at her. He didn't know what he was thinking. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his attention was attracted by the draft paper on the side. He slightly raised his eyebrows and picked up the draft on the side.

It's all jewelry design scratch paper.

When Shen Qianshu woke up, he rubbed his eyes a little confused.

"Sir, are you back?"

Yeling gave a cold hum, and Shen Qianshu found that he was reading her design, and grabbed it back with a red face. Yeling looked at her coldly, and was very dissatisfied with her action of protecting food, and viciously attacked her work.

"A pile of garbage, what are you robbing?"

"Why do you say my design is rubbish?" Shen Qianshu blushed, raised his head and retorted. For the first time, he forgot the warning of steward Luther. It was also the first time that he rose up against Ye Ling's difficulties and malice.