in love with your back

After entering the villa, Lin Shen realized that he really thought too much.

The interior of this low-key and luxurious villa is basically the level of a rough house.

It is full of various painting materials and paints, and the surrounding walls are all occupied by various graffiti. All in all, this place is not for people to live in.

"You can sit wherever you want, and I can draw whatever you want."

With Zhang Baichu's big hand, the dusty canvas was torn apart, and a group of demons danced wildly under the light.

Lin Shen pursed his lips, carefully avoiding those things on the ground that could not be distinguished as hidden weapons or painting materials, and finally chose to stand on the emptiest place on the ground.

"Can I stand still?"

"If I paint all night, will you stand?"

Lin Shen stopped struggling and tidied up a fairly tidy place, and then moved the tatami sofa over with Zhang Baichu's help.

Zhang Baichu sat in front of the drawing board, holding a pencil: "Just treat it as your own home, and do whatever you want."

Lin Shen said mercilessly, "My house won't be in such a mess."

Zhang Baichu curled his lips, didn't talk, picked up a pencil and drew on the sketch paper newly clipped to the drawing board.

Seeing Zhang Baichu's concentration on the drawing paper, Lin Shen consciously calmed down. Frankly speaking, he was more comfortable with this kind of atmosphere.

It's just... When Zhang Baichu turned his attention from the drawing paper to him from time to time, Lin Shen always felt uncomfortable.

Zhang Baichu caught a glimpse of Lin Shen's glistening red ear tips, paused the tip of the pen on the drawing paper, and said with a smile, "Mr. Lin, you were stared at by thirty or forty people in class, wouldn't you be as shy as you are now? "

Lin Shen was embarrassed when he heard the words, and silently turned his eyes away: "There is still a very obvious difference between being stared at by thirty or forty children and a big man."

"Oh." Zhang Baichu nodded half-understood, then lay down on the easel, and smiled recklessly: "Then, can I understand that—Mr. Stare, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"..."

Lin Shen closed his eyes and skipped the topic directly: "Are you still painting? If not, I want to go back and rest."

Zhang Baichu curled his lips into a smile: "Painting, the darker the sky, the more intense my painting is. Oh, but I'm not such a cruel and inhuman black boss. If you're sleepy, it's fine to just sleep on the sofa. do not mind."

Lin Shen opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Baichu.

He looks good when he smiles, with narrow peach eyes, a high nose bridge, and a pair of sexy thin lips, a typical scumbag appearance.

Lin Shen closed his eyes again, selectively ignoring: "I mind."

Zhang Baichu shrugged, seeing that Lin Shen didn't want to talk, so he shut up.

Lin Shen, who only said he was concerned, closed his eyes and meditated, and immediately summoned Duke Zhou, and fell asleep until dawn.

When he woke up in surprise, there was a thin blanket on his body.

Lin Shen rubbed his eyes, stood up and straightened his clothes, but failed to find the second person in the room.

On the easel not far away, there are no last night's creations. Instead, there is a palette on the ground around the easel. The paint on it has dried up. From the pitted marks, it can be seen that someone's hair is slightly elegant. painting techniques.

Lin Shen looked around, but couldn't find the painting that should have been clipped on the drawing board.

"Didn't draw anything all night?"

"Am I such a lazy person who doesn't do anything?"

As soon as Lin Shen finished speaking, Zhang Baichu held a framed painting in his left hand and a pancake in his right. He opened the door with his hip and walked in.

"Here, aren't you crying and clamoring for me to give you a painting? Take it."

Zhang Baichuchu shamelessly handed the frame to Lin Shen. Seeing the expensive frame, Lin Shen was flattered, but when he took the frame and saw the painting inside...

Mr. Lin, who has always been hard and plain, living with the bare minimum, has a feeling of wanting to smash this luxurious picture frame into pieces.

But the reality told him that he couldn't afford it, so he didn't dare to smash it.

Lin Shen carried the painting back in disgust, and placed the front side on the sofa, out of sight.

"So you drew a stick figure after working all night? You didn't use a single drop of paint on the ground?"

Seeing those random portraits of stick figures, Lin Shen felt that he was insulted as a model, so his tone inevitably contained some unbelievable doubts.

Zhang Baichu still looked heartless and incompetent: "What's the matter, don't you like it? I see that your sleeping posture is exactly the same as that of the stickman, so lifelike."

Zhang Baichu cheerfully took out his phone, and there was a photo of Lin Shen lying on the sofa sleeping soundly, and there were also a number of stick figures drawn by Baichu underneath.

Not to mention, when you put them together, the movements and postures are really exactly the same, which is quite interesting.

Lin Shen didn't look at it: "Can you delete the photo?"

Zhang Baichu zoomed in on the photo and looked at it again and again. The more he looked, the happier he was: "As a model in the studio, you should be proud that 'the phone in the studio is full of your photos'."

Lin Shen felt something was wrong: "How many photos... did you take last night?"

"Not too many, not too many." Only a hundred or so.

Lin Shen looked at Zhang Baichu suspiciously, but considering that he was completely dressed, he decided to take the photo.

"Breakfast will be ready."

Zhang Baichu changed the lock screen of his phone to a frontal photo of Lin Shen sleeping soundly, and handed the pancake to Lin Shen with a wicked smile.

"I'll treat you to a good meal tonight."

"You don't get paid for nothing." Lin Shen gnawed on the pancake fruit, very down-to-earth, and the serious look with puffed cheeks was especially cute, "I'll give you the money for the pancake later."

"Hey, when you asked me to ask for a painting, why didn't I think of 'no reward for no merit'?"

Lin chewed the pancake deeply, and looked at Zhang Baichu: "If you really draw the second "Morning Sun", I dare not accept it."

Lin Shen blinked, his tone very sincere.

Zhang Baichu couldn't hold back and stretched out his hand to pinch Lin Shen's cheek.

Lin Shen: "..."

Zhang Baichu: "..."

"What are you doing?" Lin Shen still had pancakes in his mouth, and he spoke poorly and trembled.

Zhang Baichu's finger on Lin Shen's cheek was not only not ashamed, but he touched it lightly with the gesture of breaking a jar.

"Feel the texture of the cheeks, so that you can choose the right paint for texture depiction."

Zhang Baichu spoke nonsense in a serious manner, relying on Lin Shen's layman to make up random things.

Although Lin Shen had doubts, Zhang Baichu's face was quite calm, and the fingers pressing on his face did not move too much, so he continued to chew the pancakes.

"Then can you squeak before you do it next time?"

Zhang Baichu was happy in his heart, but his face remained calm: "No problem."

"Hey, let's have a meal together tonight." Zhang Baichu lightly pinched Lin Shen's face with his hand.

Lin Shen felt the pain and broke free from Zhang Baichu's grasp. He rubbed his cheeks and hesitated for a while.

Zhang Baichu strikes while the iron is hot: "Anyway, you are coming to the studio at night, so come over after dinner."

Lin Shen thought about the same thing, nodded and agreed: "Okay."