Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 324 Professor Antique's Belated Rebellious Period 28
"What's wrong, Yuanyuan?" Zhao Yuxuan asked nonchalantly.

"Are you using my sunscreen again?"

"No, did someone else use it?" Zhao Yuxuan asked worriedly, "Maybe someone accidentally took it in the dormitory."

She secretly rejoiced in her heart that she put away all the sunscreen...

"Aren't you going home?" Hu Yuanyuan looked at Zhao Yuxuan.

Zhao Yuxuan said the answer he had thought of long ago: "I will go back later and wait for someone to pick me up."

"Yo." Hu Yuanyuan didn't say anything.

He Yun silently closed the curtain, holding her knees with her hands.

Ji Ning'an packed her things by herself, and her movements were crisp and neat. She carried a bag and went out without saying hello to them.

Professor Ji was waiting for her downstairs: "Dad drove the car, let's go home together. I have a surprise for you tomorrow!"

"It's better not to be frightened." Ji Ning'an said thoughtfully.

Hu Yuanyuan didn't leave the school until nearly twelve o'clock. Manager Hu was busy with work, so the driver at home came to pick her up.

"Busy, busy, busy all day and night!" Hu Yuanyuan curled her lips and said in disgust: "You wait here, I'll go shopping around first, I'm starving to death."

There is a long snack street near Beijing University, the business is booming, and many students patronize it every day, especially during the holidays, it is even more popular.

Hu Yuanyuan bought octopus balls and walked on the street, surrounded by a lot of people, to the point of being crowded.

Behind her, a pair of hands stretched out silently——

And she didn't notice.

...

On the first day back home from vacation, Ji Ningan slept in the dark and turned off all the alarms.

She had a dream.

And the protagonist in the dream is someone she absolutely never expected.

In the dream, it was three or four o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night. In the empty and cold studio, the light was dim and low. There was a huge easel in the center of the room. Someone was sitting on the stool in front of the easel, holding a paintbrush.

Just a figure from the back can arouse people's infinite reverie in the dark.

There was no sound in the studio, it was dead silent.

In the dream, the girl walked to the man's side step by step, and finally saw the works on the huge canvas.

On it—the one painted was actually her!
Under the artistic and unknown brush, the outline of the girl gradually takes shape...

Among the oil paintings with strong visual impact, there are late night, roses, and beauties.

The deep sky, the manor of roses, the strong red of tea, the atmosphere is full, quiet and beautiful, it seems to contain infinite hidden power, you need to taste it slowly to get a taste or two.

The most eye-catching presence in the picture is a girl lying half-lying beside a tree with her eyes closed, falling into a deep sleep, like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale world.

There are roses all over her body, her seaweed-like black messy long hair reflects her snow-white skin, like the beginning of a thrilling feast.

She was wearing a courtly gorgeous aristocratic dress that could only be seen in ancient centuries. The skirt was winding on the ground, covered with red rose petals. The night wind blew, and a few floating petals were lifted, rolling and flying all over the ground, blending into the flowers. Sea……

The slender waist is tied with a loose cloud belt, as long as you pull it, it will fall directly from the body. The mysterious and invisible huge attraction makes people unable to help prying, and those who look at the painting can't wait to stretch out their hands.

And the hand holding the paintbrush is still painting, the soul of oil painting is vividly interpreted.

Under the moonlight, the sea waves gently beat the roses, the salty sea water taste and the rich rose fragrance blend together, a gust of night wind blows, and the roses planted in the manor are layered upon layers, which is too beautiful to behold.

Seaweed-like long hair is spread under the body, and roses grow on the girl's body.

In the end, the brush fell on the girl's blank facial features.

In the empty studio, the man's back is quiet and lonely, only the rustling sound of the paintbrush is left.

Ji Ning'an opened her brown eyes slightly, looking at the person in the painting.

The man has already made the last stroke. The hand holding the paintbrush has slender and distinct fingers. He put down the paintbrush and admired the artwork.

She was lying among the roses, unconscious, and fell into a decadent dream. Her appearance was so delicate that she did not look like a real person. The expression on her face was sunken, and there was an infinite charm in the haze.

Butterfly wings perched on her eyelashes, a slight blush appeared at the end of her eyes, crystal tears were falling, and a piece of rose was nibbled on her soft red lips.

Fiery red roses and snow-white skin intertwine and grow together, colliding to create the sexiest color in the world.

Just one look makes you blush and heartbeat.

But the person who painted this picture has no expression on his face, sinking in the shadows, seemingly indifferent and indifferent.

The person standing next to the man, out of shame or annoyance, raised his hand to take away the paintbrush in his hand, but was directly pulled into his arms, in a completely passive and controlling posture.

In the studio where there was no one else, he pinched her waist with one hand, approached her ear with his thin lips, and asked her.

"Like it?"

The voice is like strong wine and ice, making people tremble all over, especially at such a short distance, the girl supported his shoulders in panic, through the thin white shirt, she could feel the hardness of his shoulder bones, trembling Lashes looked up at him.

It was three o'clock in the morning outside the window, and it was very dark. He stared at her with deep and dark eyes, extremely aggressive, and would tear people apart at any time.

It actually left the girl completely blank and forgot to respond.

...

The sun rises from the horizon, rendering a faint golden color, the green plants in the community are beautiful and vibrant, the elderly who come back from grocery shopping in twos and threes are complaining about the rise in vegetable prices, and the hurried office workers are rushing to the subway.

The snow-white tulle curtain was lifted by the wind, like the skirt of the daughter's house, dancing in the air, the sunlight slipped in through the transparent glass window, and there were a few flowers and plants on the window sill.

A clock hanging on the wall points to ten o'clock.

Ji Ning'an suddenly woke up from the dream, sat up straight, and unknowingly broke out in a cold sweat!
His heart was still beating violently, as if he had just finished running 500 meters.

The snow-white slender fingers clenched tightly, but it was still not enough to calm down the feeling brought by the dream.

The touch left in the dream seemed to be close at hand, the deep and dark eyes seemed to be burning with ups and downs of flames, burning up the ice cubes, making the whole body start to melt and the scalp numb.

What is she dreaming about!

Ji Ning'an almost collapsed, and her brain continued to freeze and not function.

"Lingling, get up!" Someone shouted outside.

She got up sluggishly, stepped on her slippers, and just pushed open the door: "Dad—"

The voice that just yelled fell into the air and was clearly audible.

Without warning, she met a pair of sharp and cold eyes.

Four eyes facing each other.

"what--"

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the door was slammed shut, Ji Ning'an held her heart in disbelief.

Why is she still dreaming?

hallucination, must be hallucination.

She comforted herself in this way, holding the doorknob with one hand, and tentatively pushing the door open again, her beautiful tea eyes looked outside, like a rabbit.

(End of this chapter)