raging waves

It sounded in He Xing's ear, He Xing was startled, subconsciously retreated, and almost knocked over the plaster statue.

More importantly, he was in an awkward position on the plaster cast.

"If you are so overwhelmed, it will make the person who teases you more addicted."

He Huan gave He Xing a hand.

"He Xing, lock up your small universe. If an eruption blows up all these plaster statues, it will destroy art."

"roll."

In the center of the studio, a young man with long hair was sitting.

At first, He Xing thought it was a female college student, but when he got closer, he realized it was a man.

With broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a straight back, his sitting posture made He Xing feel that he had received the same reserve training as himself.

The other party's expression was very focused, holding the coloring board in his hand, and he didn't move for almost 3 minutes.

He Huan took a picture album and hooked his fingers towards He Xing.

He Xing didn't even think about it, so he moved his head closer.