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

"It's nothing..." She lowered her head and stopped looking at Xiao Jun.

When Xiao Jun stared at her, her heartbeat accelerated, and she could feel that it was an unusual gaze.

Although he has never been in a relationship, nor has he ever liked anyone, but Ruomu feels that this may be a look that only shows when he likes someone.

Because she had seen Young Master Xiao look at that beautiful Miss Su like that.

Of course, not quite the same.

When Master Xiao looked at Miss Su, his eyes were more complicated, maybe it was because of his deep love.

Ruomu lowered his eyes, not letting himself continue to think wildly.

Just like a little girl who is occasionally favored by the prince, she can't expect to become the prince's concubine.

"Raise your head." Young Master Xiao said suddenly.

Ruomu's heart trembled, he raised his head obediently, and looked at him.

"Keep this look and posture."

"Oh……"

Ruomu now has a reason to continue staring at him blatantly, and his heartbeat begins to speed up quietly again.

There was also a wonderful change in her mentality. When she thought of him observing her meticulously, she felt a very happy feeling in her heart. She found that she really liked being stared at by Master Xiao.

No one has looked at her like this before, no one has looked at her so seriously and intently, and described her as art.

She hopes that one day, she can also become the focus of someone's eyes, as if she can no longer see anyone except her.

Could that person be the man in front of me?

Time passed slowly, Ruomu finally closed his eyes and fell asleep in this quiet and comfortable room.

The book was open, covering her chest, and it was more tempting to cover some of it.

Xiao Jun glanced at it, pressed his temple, and warned himself for the N+1 time, not to have that kind of thought, not to tarnish art.

But I can't control myself.

He put down the paintbrush, leaned back on the chair, simply put aside his identity as a painter, and observed the girl in front of him from the perspective of a man.

He didn't actually think about asking her to take off her clothes, at least not all of them...

He just wanted to paint a portrait of her, he wanted her to sit in front of the pottery machine in a thin shirt with rolled up sleeves, holding a clay sculpture in his hand, and just paint a portrait of her like that.

But she obviously thought that mannequins must be undressed. She didn't know that clothes could also be called mannequins.

Then... there was nothing left of her.

And Xiao Jun also felt that he was really despicable, he should have reminded her to put on clothes, but he changed his original intention, let her lie on the bed directly, and simply drew her a human body.

At this time, the portrait has been basically completed. No matter how high his painting skills are, it seems that he can't describe the expression of the girl sleeping soundly on the bed at this time.

Ruomu has the appearance of a typical oriental girl, with small, delicate features and a gentle temperament. After all, she is only 19 years old, and she has the youthful atmosphere of a girl.

Everything about her makes Xiao Jun involuntarily obsessed, and it has been a long time since he has devoted himself to painting with such passion.

In the past month or so, he painted more than a dozen works, but they were all destroyed by himself. He felt that he could not find the feeling, and even felt that he had a creative obstacle and would never paint again. up.

But just now, he regained that enthusiasm for creation.

This girl is really a good medicine for him.

He also remembered the moment when he inadvertently bumped into her eyes just now, her eyes made Xiao Jun feel something different.

He felt that maybe this girl was not just afraid of him...

She seems to like him a little bit?

After watching Ruomu like this for a while, I found that she gradually curled up, as if she was very cold.

Only then did Xiao Jun realize that she would catch a cold if she slept like this, even though the room was very warm.

He picked up the blanket at hand, walked over, and put it on her body.

When she straightened up, her eyes fell on the clothes she put at the end of the bed, and she saw her frayed underwear.

At the same time, Ruomu also opened his eyes, looked at him who was close at hand, found that he was staring at her ragged clothes, sat up hastily, "Sorry, I fell asleep."

As she spoke, she tucked the shabby underwear under the sweater.

"It's okay, the painting is finished." Xiao Jun turned and walked towards the drawing board.

"Then can I get dressed?"

"Well," Xiao Jun said to her while arranging the painting tools: "By the way, mannequins don't have to take off their clothes."

Ruomu was taken aback: "You originally meant..."

"You're wearing your clothes, sitting in front of that drawing machine..."

"Then why didn't you stop me when I took it off!"

Xiao Jun looked up at her, and said nonchalantly: "I think you are very active, so I didn't stop you. Anyway, I haven't drawn the human body before, so it's time to practice the basic skills."

Hearing what he said, Ruomu really wanted to cry, and was extremely annoyed.

"I'm not positive, I thought..."

"Okay, don't think about it, anyway, I've finished painting, and I've seen it."

"..."

I have seen what it means to see.

So his thoughts were not that simple, and he took advantage of the opportunity!

But it was too late to say anything, and this incident also taught her a lesson.

If you don't understand something, you should ask clearly, and you can't be so careless in the future.

Of course, for men, we should also be more vigilant.

No man is lecherous, and Young Master Xiao is no exception.

Regardless of his dullness, he is usually quiet and melancholy, and always looks like he is indifferent to the world and has no desires or desires, as if he is the vulnerable group.

Actually it is not!He just hides deeply.

After this period of observation, Ruomu has already confirmed that Young Master Xiao is not only a little lecherous, but also has a lot of evil intentions. He can play those celebrities around, so naturally he can play with a little girl like her.

"Get dressed, let's go shopping," Young Master Xiao said and glanced at her, "Are you still in the mood to cook?"

Ruomu stared at him resentfully, "It's gone."

He smiled: "Then eat outside, just in time to go to the mall."

Xiao Jun packed up the studio and left her room.

As soon as he left, Ruomu wrapped himself in a blanket, went to the front of the drawing board, and looked at himself on the drawing.

She was stunned, her heart was pounding, she did not expect that Young Master Xiao had painted her so beautifully.

Even though it was a bit embarrassing to be naked, she was still very happy to see her beautiful side.

In the painting, she is lying sideways on the bed, holding a book in her hand, her posture is lazy, and she seems to raise her head inadvertently, looking in Xiao Jun's direction, her eyes are a little sad, but also very...very...feeling Pulse.

Ruomu racked his brains to come up with this word, and then began to panic.

Her affectionate eyes are like looking at the man she likes, and that little bit of sadness reveals her feelings even more. She likes it but dare not say it...

So I really fell in love with this eccentric young master?

Looking at that painting again, if he can draw her eyes so accurately, then does he know her mind with the same accuracy?

Wouldn't Young Master Xiao do whatever he wanted with her?