Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

"Master Xiao, can we still discuss this matter?" Ruomu asked nervously.

He frowned: "Want to repent?"

"No, it's not..."

After agreeing to others' things, she dared not go back on her word, and she had no reason to go back on it.

After all, she can indeed do this, as long as she overcomes her shyness...

Seeing that she wasn't repenting, Xiao Jun's attitude was a little gentler, "Then it's hard work for you."

"It's okay..." She took off her coat and asked with her head down, "But why do you want to paint me?"

While preparing the painting tools, Xiao Jun explained to her that seeing her making pottery last night, he thought it was very special and had a simple beauty, so he wanted to draw a picture for her.

Ruomu nodded numbly, wondering if she should thank the young master for not letting her go there to make pottery...

"Sit on a chair, or on a bed? I'll arrange the scene." Xiao Jun asked.

Ruomu came back to his senses, and said in a low voice, "Let's go to bed..."

Sitting naked in a chair felt weirder and more awkward.

As for exposing his body in front of Young Master Xiao, Ruomu also thought about it, anyway, it's not like he never took it off...

Besides, she is painting, which is art, and she is not doing something dirty, so she should stop being coy, and look petty.

Ruomu returned to the bed generously, and took off the sweater inside. There was still a thin shirt inside the sweater.

When she started to unbutton, Xiao Jun suddenly said: "You..."

But after only saying such a word, he stopped.

Ruomu hurriedly looked up, and quickly gathered his shirt.

"what happened?"

His deep eyes stayed on her face for two seconds, and then looked at her disheveled clothes. After a few seconds, he turned his eyes away: "It's nothing, you can continue."

"Oh……"

So he continued to take off layer by layer, and when he reached the innermost layer of clothing, Ruomu felt his face was on fire.

And her body was also cold outside and hot inside, she couldn't help shivering, and hugged her shoulders.

From just now, she kept her head down, not daring to look at Young Master Xiao's face.

But she knew that he had been watching her.

Ruomu only thinks that he is preparing for painting...

But she was still too embarrassed to think about what she was about to experience in a while, so she raised her head and called out "Master Xiao" timidly.

"something wrong?"

I wanted to ask if I could take it all off, but Ruomu didn't dare to mention it after seeing his strong gaze, and shook his head, "It's nothing..."

"If you're really embarrassed..."

When Ruomu heard this, he was overjoyed and looked forward to looking at Xiao Jun.

He paused for a few seconds, took another deep look at her, and said lightly: "You can take a while, and we will continue when you get used to it."

Ruomu sighed secretly, thinking that what he was going to say was that you don't need to take it off...

In fact, standing in front of him dressed like this is already embarrassing enough, there is no need to delay for a while, it is better to make a quick decision, she gritted her teeth, put her hands behind her back, and unfastened the buckle...

Xiao Jun looked at Ruomu, and gradually undressed in front of him.

The development of the matter has obviously exceeded his imagination...and he does not want to stop it.

In this way, Ruomu stood in front of him without reservation, she was like a piece of jade with its skin peeled off.

At the age of 19, she was so pure and beautiful that he couldn't get back to his senses for a while. He just wanted to look at her like this all the time, and wanted to keep her as his own forever.

After a few minutes.

Ruomu folded all his clothes and put them aside, then sat on the bed, put his legs together, put his hands on his knees cautiously, and looked down at his hands.

"That...how should I..."

"However you feel comfortable," came the warm and magnetic voice of Young Master Xiao, "Just be natural."

Ruomu hugged his knees, blocked everything that should be blocked, leaned against the head of the bed, and turned sideways to him.

That's how she feels most comfortable...

The young master pondered for a moment, then said, "This angle is not very good, lie on your side and face me."

Ruomu nodded silently, said "um", and was about to cry.

But that's the end of the matter, so she didn't care about that much, she stretched her limbs, lay on her side on the bed, and continued to lower her eyes.

She didn't have the courage to look at Xiao Jun, not even a glance.

But he walked towards her, Ruomu's fingers clenched into fists, his body was tense, his eyes blinked quickly, what was he going to do?

Don't be tempted again...

Feeling anxious, Xiao Jun handed her a book.

"When I'm painting, you can read a book, as if I don't exist."

"Oh, good..." Ruomu quickly took it over and opened the page.

Young Master Xiao chose a popular novel for her, but she was still able to read it.

The key is to hold something in your hand, it's really not that embarrassing, at least your eyes know where to put it.

For the next two hours, the room was very quiet, save for some small sounds.

The sound of the paper when turning the pages of the book, the slight friction sound of the scraper smearing oil paint on the drawing board, and the occasional sound of Xiao Jun moving the chair.

But with the passage of time, Ruomu no longer felt nervous at the beginning, and her face was not so hot, she has gradually gotten used to it, it seems that it's no big deal if she doesn't wear clothes.

After all, Young Master Xiao was only painting, not chatting with her, nor doing anything out of the ordinary.

After a while, she got tired of reading and finally couldn't hold back. She raised her head and looked at the man not far away.

He was sitting behind the drawing board. From her angle, he could see half of his body and profile.

The handsome facial features are more charming because of his concentration when painting, and there is a special attraction that Ruomu can't help but want to keep looking at it.

In fact, it must be very lucky to be the model of Young Master Xiao.

You know, with his worth and talent, there must be many people who want to be his models, whether they wear clothes or not.

Ruomu thought of those paintings in the art gallery again, and when she passed by the corridor, she saw some Xiao Jun's works.

Ruomu didn't know how not to appreciate it, but thought those paintings were very beautiful, with bright colors, which made people feel happy after looking at them.

If she hadn't known Young Master Xiao, it would have been hard for her to imagine that these bright landscape paintings were actually made by a painter with a melancholy personality.

Maybe, he is happy only when he is painting, like now.

Ruomu stared blankly at Xiao Jun, imagining his inner world, imagining the happy mood and admiring gaze he had when he described her, and couldn't help but blush again.

Just watched him like this until he was caught.

Xiao Jun wasn't looking at her face at first, his eyes were on her legs, as if he was drawing her legs, but suddenly he stared into her eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He had a half-smile, with appreciation and pity on his face.