C18 How to put yourself in the right position

For a moment, her heart was in her throat.

Even though she knew there would be such a process, she still felt so nervous that it would be hard to swallow her saliva.

The man couldn't see her face because of the cloth covering her face. She shouldn't have been under pressure. It just so happened that the other party was not the arrogant and domineering young master she had imagined, nor was he a pimpled man. Instead, it was a man with an extremely pleasant voice and impeccable etiquette.

Separated by a layer of cloth, he could feel the other party's cool and handsome appearance, as well as the strong aura he exuded.

Tang Chu Rui's legs trembled slightly as she sat down, but in front of this man, she didn't feel very satisfied with any of his posture.

"I... What do I do? " she asked.

[Are you dumb?]

Since it's the nude mold, of course I should take off the towel on my body first.

"Then... Shall I take off the towel first? " She slowly untied the belt around her waist and let the soft bathrobe slip from her snow-white shoulders, revealing her smooth upper body.

"Ah ......"

She stumbled and lost her balance. She was about to slam into a nearby glass table.

The table looked transparent, as if it were unstable. Tang Muren was truly afraid of falling into the broken pieces of glass on the ground!

She found herself wrapped in the arms of the man in front of her. She was about to topple over the glass table, but the man's powerful arm pulled her back.

At the same moment, the latter half of Tang Chu Rui's towel... It fell to the ground.

The situation was a little awkward. What made it difficult for her to move was that her naked body was like a fish on a chopping board, waiting to be cut by a kitchen knife.

"Thank you … "Thank you." Finally, she forced herself to speak, took two steps back, and returned to her seat.

This time, it was indeed nude mold.

Tang Chu Rui kept her position close together, tiptoeing slightly, not knowing what posture to put on.

The man returned to his original position.

After a while, he heard the sound of sharpening pencils.

In the process of sharpening the brush, Tang Chu Rui could feel the other's gaze slowly moving back and forth on her body, like a fine and fine knife, carving out the porcelain in front of her more perfectly.

It was fortunate that she covered her face, otherwise, she would definitely be knocked into his crimson red face.

"... I... What posture do I have? " In the end, she couldn't help but ask.

Five minutes later.

"Lie down."

Tang Chu Rui did not dare to disobey and actually lay down. However, she was lying there in an extremely ugly position. Her face was facing the sofa, while she was lying there like a corpse.

The man opposite pondered for a moment.

He stood up and walked over. The unsharpened end of the pencil fell on top of her.

When the cold pencil touched her, she shivered.

"Here, it's best to put it on the sofa."

The man's voice was slightly shaky, but it also carried an indescribable allure, as if he had just finished playing the zither. The music stopped, but the frequency was still slightly fluctuating in the air.

When he said "here," he meant Tang's left arm. Tang Chu Rui somewhat stiffly lifted it and placed it in his designated position.

She lifted her other arm and placed it in the position he had requested.

"This place can be said to be within this range."

The cold pencil fell on her big leg. Her legs were trembling and pink.

To put it. Open?

Tang couldn't wait to bury her face in the sofa, but she had to do it anyway.

"Here."

The cold pencil tip landed on her other leg.

Every time the pencil landed on her body, she couldn't help but shiver.

Was it her imagination? Why did she feel as if the pencil had turned into a pointer in the man's hand? Wherever it was pointed, it would need to be corrected.

The man with the whip didn't waste any time talking nonsense. He didn't even use the words "arm", "leg", or "waist", replacing them with "this" and "that", "here" and "there" all along. It was as if the woman in front of him was just a countless number of parts. "This part" and "That part" were both in place.

Tang's posture, under the other party's "tune/teach", turned into a lazy posture of flipping through books on the sofa. One hand was flipping through the paper, the other hand was resting casually on the sofa, the ankles inadvertently folded together.

"Here." Finally, the man's pencil landed on her smooth buttocks.

Tang Chu Rui immediately tensed up.

The position was so sensitive that she wasn't sure how to swing it.

After a moment of silence, he heard a sound in the air.

"A little higher."

In his panic, Tang Chu Rui looked up and met the man's gaze. His gaze fell on the curved line behind her.