Youyan was still blushing when she entered the room. Thinking of Susan's teasing, she couldn't help but glance at him quietly, but found that he was also looking at her. She suddenly became timid and lowered her eyes in panic.
"Word."
He was calling her... She replied hurriedly: "I'm going to take a shower."
Gu Yebai was startled, touched his chin, and laughed unconsciously. He looked so anxious that she wanted to run away
*
bathroom.
Youyan stared at the mirror, and the pretty girl in the clear mirror stared back at her.
Touching his cup and toothbrush on the sink, her heart began to throb again.
After twisting the shower head and rinsing it carelessly, she put her wet hair on her head. She suddenly realized a problem.
After a while, she gritted her teeth, opened the door, and stuck her head out, "Gu Yebai."
The footsteps were slightly suggestive... Soon, he appeared on the corridor outside.
Damn, he's not wearing glasses! She had never known that this man was so good-looking.
"Put on your glasses. Do you know it bothers me that you're like this?" She blurted out.
Gu Yebai was stunned for a rare moment, and then the corners of his lips slightly opened... This guy is probably the only one who can say such nonsense.
The mist of moisture gathered on her slightly exposed shoulders. Everything he saw was snow-white and crystal clear, but her face was rosy and watery. He was a little distracted for a moment. He gathered his thoughts and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Well, I don't have a towel."
She glanced at him and quickly lowered her head, looking like a child who had done something wrong.
"Use mine." As soon as the words came out, his mind wavered slightly.
Youyan's face immediately turned red, "Thank you."
After closing the door and pulling his towel off the shelf, Youyan's heart beat like thunder. Thinking of his facial expressions just now, she thought she was going to die.
*
living room.
The angle of writing was wrong, the proportions of colors were wrong... He couldn't concentrate. This was a manuscript due tomorrow. He has never been in the habit of procrastinating.
Keeping her was indeed a mistake.
Gu Yebai smiled bitterly, pinched the bridge of his nose, and adjusted the color again.
When Youyan came out, he saw this scene. The man was sitting in front of the easel, with a posture as tall and far as a pine tree.
The painting on the easel is beautiful.
Well, his paintings are always beautiful.
Her head was gently placed on his shoulder.
Feeling the slight chill on his shoulders and the faint fragrance, Gu Yebai sighed slightly and turned around, but was instantly stunned.
She was so small that she was wrapped in his clothes. His home clothes and that T-shirt were obviously too big for her. Her shoulders were slightly exposed, and her long wet hair was spread on them, dripping with water.
The thoughts that had finally gathered together were disrupted by her again. Didn't she know that she had the urge to hold him in her arms like this
The man's hot gaze never left her body. Youyan's face heated up and he quickly explained, "My clothes were not put away. After taking a shower, I found that they were all wet. I saw that you had clothes in there, so …”
"Well," Gu Yebai touched her hair, took off his coat and handed it over, "Put it on."
Youyan nodded, thinking that he was afraid that he would catch a cold. Feeling sweet in his heart, he put on his coat and moved next to him to look at the painting.
But Gu Yebai understood that giving her the coat was totally different.
"Classmate Lu seems to know a lot about painting. When I had dinner with Susan, the paint between your fingers is rare on the market."
His tone was understated, but she almost had a heart attack from him. He was talking about what happened in the canteen. That day, Huai'an also took the opportunity to laugh at her for having dirty hands. This man's eyes are really poisonous. It turned out that he had been there earlier It's already seen.
Chi Zheng, her mother who died of heart disease, was a famous painter during her lifetime. She learned painting from her mother since she was a child. However, she must not let him know that she can draw. If her mother's affairs are involved, this sharp man will guess her illness.
She didn't want him to know yet, she was afraid... that he would dislike her.
"I can only read but not paint. My dad has a friend who is a famous artist. I went to my uncle's house to play before. I didn't know what kind of paint it was. It didn't look like ordinary gouache and watercolor. I thought it was fun, so I asked him I asked for some. I thought it was fun to watch you draw a while ago, so I started drawing randomly in the dormitory."