After becoming the personal model of the boss

He Xiancheng turned around and returned to the room.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he skillfully placed the easel with his hands. After sitting on the seat, he raised his chin to Zhou An, who was still standing at the door, signaling that it was okay.

When he met his gaze, Zhou Shangan became a little nervous again. He swallowed his saliva, grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly, looked at He Xiancheng, and whispered, "Then...then I took it off?"

He Xiancheng said "um", his eyes were calm again.

Zhou Shang'an crossed his hands and grabbed the corner of the clothes and rolled them up. The sweater took off and hung on the stand next to it.

He didn't look up at He Xiancheng, he put his slender fingers on the trouser chain again, and took off his trousers in one go.

He didn't look at He Xiancheng until there was only a pair of white underwear left.

He Xiancheng had no expression on his face, nor did he speak, but just looked at him calmly, silently instructing Zhou Shangan to continue.

Zhou Shang'an's Adam's apple slipped, and he lowered his eyes knowingly, his fingertips touched the edge of his underwear, and his slender eyelashes trembled.

After a while, he took a deep breath and took off his underwear without hesitation.

The lean body was completely uncovered.

Zhou Shang'an is actually in good shape, with straight and strong legs, a thin layer of muscles on his body, smooth and fair skin, very little body hair, and looks clean and young.

This was the first time since he grew up that he was naked in front of a man who had seen both faces, so Zhou Shang'an was unavoidably flustered.

He Xiancheng was looking at him carefully, he was watching seriously, Zhou Shangan was uncomfortable, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Suddenly, He Xiancheng got up silently and walked towards the door.

Zhou Shang'an grasped his arm tightly, looked at his back, and asked anxiously, "Where are you going?"

He Xiancheng didn't speak, even his back was lazy and leisurely, Zhou Shangan's feet rubbed back and forth on the ground restlessly.

When he came back, He Xiancheng held something in his hand and threw it to Zhou Shang'an, Zhou Shang'an raised his hand reflexively to catch it.

He held it in front of him and opened it. It was a thin linen nightgown.

He froze for a moment and looked at He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng had already sat back, he glanced at Zhou Shangan, and said calmly, "Put it on."

Zhou Shang'an was taken aback, and didn't ask why it was different from what he talked about before. His body put on his nightgown faster than his brain.

The clothes were much wider on his body, and the belts were loose, and a large piece of white skin on his chest would be exposed with a slight movement.

But Zhou Shangan thought, it was better than nothing at all.

He breathed a sigh of relief and instantly felt more at ease.

Then he heard He Xiancheng say: "Go there and sit in a comfortable position."

He Xiancheng pointed to the low sofa next to him, the cigarette on his fingertips was extinguished at some point, and replaced with a paintbrush.

Responding to "Okay", Zhou Shangan turned around and walked towards the sofa. The feeling of emptiness under his body was too obvious. He walked slowly, but the feeling of dangling still existed.

He couldn't help but look down at his body, sure it was blocked, and he glanced at He Xiancheng again from the corner of his eye.

He Xiansheng seems to be very experienced.

As soon as he sat on the sofa, Zhou Shang'an's two thighs were exposed from the middle of the open hem. He couldn't help tugging, then looked up at He Xiancheng, and asked, "Is this okay?"

He Xiancheng's eyes were as deep and calm as Wang Hei's pool of water, he said after a while: "You are too stiff, be more natural."

Zhou An swallowed his saliva, he didn't know how to be natural, he was a person who rarely even took part in taking pictures.

After changing several postures one after another, He Xiancheng frowned slightly.

In the end, He Xiancheng seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and got up and walked towards him.

When Zhou Shangan wanted to try another posture, he heard He Xiancheng's deep voice, "Don't move around."

Zhou Shang'an watched He Xiancheng slowly walking towards him as if he was frozen.

Feeling He Xiancheng's slightly rough fingertips touching his thigh, Zhou Shang'an's body stiffened, thinking of He Xiancheng's words, he had to take a few more breaths quietly to relax himself.

The distance between the two was so close that he could still smell the faint smell of cigarettes and fragrant shower gel on He Xiancheng's body.

He Xiancheng opened his legs to the side, exposing the thighs, and the clothes carefully arranged by Zhou Shangan could barely cover his lower body.

Then He Xiancheng gently pinched Zhou Shangan's jaw with two fingers, and lifted his face up.

Zhou Shang'an was forced to look at He Xiancheng's face and meet his gaze.

He Xiancheng's handsome facial features were magnified and presented in front of his eyes, Zhou Shangan lowered his gaze uncomfortably, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Fortunately, after a while, He Xiancheng turned his face to the side, and Zhou Shang'an's beautiful jaw line was outlined.

Only then did He Xiancheng let go of his hand, but he didn't walk away. He rubbed his chin with his fingertips and looked at Zhou Shang'an carefully.

Zhou Shang'an tilted his head, unable to see the expression on He Xiancheng's face, he was still a little inexplicably nervous, and couldn't help moving his arms.

He Xiancheng had already straightened up, but at this moment he suddenly stretched out his hand. He patted Zhou Shangan's cheek lightly, with a smile on his face, and said, "Hey, don't move around."

Zhou Shang'an felt that He Xiancheng should be satisfied this time.