Chapter 793

When I came out of the bathroom, Ji Rufeng was not there, only the easel was still in place.

She wiped her head and walked over. She was stunned to see the people above.

The person on the drawing paper is her. She is lying drunk on the messy bed, buried on the pillow, her long hair scattered on her face and neck, and the quilt scattered on her chest, revealing her round shoulders and soft half full, with traces on it. It's not hard to imagine that the body under the quilt is not a wisp, and a small foot below kicks out the quilt, revealing half leg.

Zhao Jian subconsciously wanted to uncover it, but then she stopped again. The people in the painting are comfortable and quiet, and they should be her own appearance that she had never seen in so many years, just like the one she had been longing for but could not sit down.

She sighed low, but immediately, she was angry again. Isn't Ji Rufeng not painting nude figures?

What is this?

"I bought dinner. Would you like some?"

"Oh, good." She took back her appearance from the painting and opened the curtain. It was evening. She was so sleepy that she had been sleeping all day.

Bright moon in the sky, stars, Zhao Jian downstairs.

They sit opposite each other. Zhao Jian's hands tremble when she drinks soup with a spoon. She stares at Ji Rufeng, who laughs to bring her vegetables.

When she had almost eaten, Zhao Jian suddenly said, "I can't marry you."

Ji Rufeng's body is stiff. Can't it?

"At least not now."

What does that mean?

"We Try it first. " She then buried herself in the soup, and her face covered by the soup bowl showed two red ear tips.

Even animals and insects know what they want. They can't just talk about it. They also need the courage to move forward. How can she stay in the same place all the time? Whether it's mountains or Plains, hills or Grand Canyon, mud or snow, she should at least walk forward to know the way, instead of always looking at the lessons from the past and hesitating.

Ji Rufeng's eyes blinked, and then blinked, "Ho" stood up, pushed the chair and stepped in front of her. Zhao Jian couldn't dodge. The soup bowl in her hands was taken away and left to one side. The soup was scattered everywhere, but Ji Rufeng didn't want to take care of it.

He took her face in his hand and said, "is that true?"

She didn't expect that he would be so happy. She softened her eyes for a moment. "It's true."

Before his words came down, he ignored her and began to kiss her lips.

Zhao Jian couldn't bear that gushing affection, and she couldn't bear it. In less than two minutes, she grabbed his waist and avoided his lips, panting: "don't disturb me, I'm tired."

"OK, OK, no trouble, no trouble."

Ji Rufeng smiles and cuts her hair.

Zhao Jian even did not go out of the door and lay on the bed, the man sat beside her to help her massage, Zhao Jian comfortable squint eyes, "this is almost the same."

When Ji Rufeng smiles, Zhao Jian asks, "I heard that you don't draw nude figures."

"I don't know which one I draw, but I don't like painting."

"And now?"

When Ji Rufeng heard that she had seen his painting, she laughed again and said, "I didn't find a suitable model before, but now I've found it and I'm interested."

Zhao Jian snorted, and Ji Rufeng said, "however, this painting won't be appreciated and won't be taken out for competition. I'm the only one

Zhao Jian glanced at him and said nothing.

It's very strange. It seems that when she chooses to move forward or backward, her heart relaxes. She is no longer worried all day and can't breathe.

People still can't be hesitant, can they?

She thought.

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