"Let's memorize the lines first." Xiao Moye suggested.
Chu Huan hurriedly screamed, took the script from his hand, and began to draw out all her lines with a red pen, then looked at Xiao Moye's hand on her waist, and twisted her body uncomfortably. Tao, clearing his throat, "I have to memorize my lines."
"If you carry your back, I won't affect you."
But the problem is, how can she calm down and recite her lines when he holds it like this, "Then let go of your hands first."
On the contrary, he tightened the hand holding her waist tighter, "Be good, I won't speak, you carry your back."
"Being held by you will make me feel uneasy!" She rolled her eyes and said anger.
After he heard her words, he actually laughed, "Huan, will I make you unable to meditate?"
She nodded in embarrassment, "... Hmm." She wasn't a wooden person. She was held in his posture, so how could she concentrate on memorizing her lines.
"Well, you carry it on your back first." He let go of his hand and let her jump off his thigh.
Holding the script, Chu Huan walked quickly to the conference table on the right side of the study, and with his back to Xiao Moye, he recieved the lines in the script. If you are facing him, I'm afraid I will look at him uncontrollably.
He looked at her back, the smile on the corners of his lips narrowed little by little, his gaze slowly fell on the drawing paper that was squeezed by the book-she had been immersed in painting before, but didn't want him See the drawing paper.
Fingers lifted silently and pressed against the top book. He took out the drawing paper and turned the paper over. In an instant, the design sketches leaped into his eyes.
She is a student of the fashion design department, and it is not surprising that she can draw fashion design drawings, but the design sketches and costumes are different, but the posture and demeanor of the characters are all the same.
Well, it should be the way he was sitting on the sofa before.
She is drawing—is it him? !
Putting the drawing back to its original place calmly, Xiao Moye stared at Chu Huan's back thoughtfully. She was painting him, but she deliberately didn't want him to see these paintings. Does it mean that she was a little moved by him
After thinking of this possibility, the heart actually became happy.
Deliberately suppressing her own nature, making her accustomed to his existence little by little, and accompany her in the so-called exchanges, has all this finally changed to her heart
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