C51 Should I sit on my lap or on the table

The atmosphere in the room was slowly warming up.

If a thermometer was placed there, it would discover that Tang's heart was beating rapidly as the temperature slowly rose.

It was clear that everything was fine before he entered the door.

It was clear that she had mustered her courage when she stood in the corridor.

It was obvious that she had meticulously planned all of this beforehand. She had even chosen the style of her pajamas in front of the mirror for a long time.

As a "facilitator" who initiated this event, she should have been proactive, had a thorough understanding of the development of this matter.

But why, standing in front of this man, did she feel like a piece of fish on a chopping block, waiting for the man to slowly chop her up?

What sort of aura did this man have?

The dim light above his head twinkled. By now, Tang Chu Rui had already slowly taken off her coat. They came off very slowly, like a lens that had been slowed down for hours. Tang Chu Rui's heart was nervous, uneasy, as if there was some fear, but also fear of the unknown.

Similarly, this coat had a slight rustling sensation, just like Tang Muren's mood at the moment. The fear and the unknown went past her shoulders and down to her waist. The journey it had made was like overlapping mountain ranges and undulating mountain peaks. It was broad, subtle, and he didn't dare to use too much strength.

It stopped for a moment, then slowly fell down again, brushing past her buttocks and making a brief contact with the leg that was slightly in contact with her.

The color of the light was warm yellow.

This kind of warm yellow light was even more exquisite on her skin, with a hint of hidden and indescribable warmth.

Tang Chu Rui's breathing slightly rose and fell.

She wasn't sure if the man in front of her would do anything after she took off her clothes.

Based on the current situation, the other party was right in front of him. He sat quietly on his desk, holding a pen in his right hand. Although he had been observing her every move, he had been sitting quietly the entire time. He had no intention of going forward.

Tang Chu Rui had to admit that the scene in front of her eyes right now was too pleasing to the eye.

The man's face was like the most perfect piece of work by the heavens. The light shone on his shoulder, and the scent of ink and paper still lingered on the table. He was wearing a home-based shirt with a slightly penetrating coarse cotton texture. His sleeves were rolled up at his wrists, revealing a brown watch.

She could hear her heart beating more and more violently, as if she were about to be bewitched by this man.

In the end, after countless nervous breaths, the coat behind her finally fell to the ground.

It landed on the ground, folded behind her ankle.

This time, she dared not raise her head to look at the person opposite her. This was because she knew that she only had a very clear pair of pajamas left on her. Even the suspenders seemed like they would fall off her shoulders at any moment with a light tug.

She stood by the door, her skin white and warm from the light. The long seaweed hair fell down over her shoulders and into the ravine, obscuring the lace of her nightgown.

She prayed silently, Come on, come on, come on, come on.

If you don't do anything else... How awkward it is for me to stand here.

Embarrassed...

The subtle atmosphere in the air was slowly flowing, and the clock on the wall was ticking away.

A full five minutes passed.

Tang Chu Rui stood on the spot awkwardly, not getting any response at all.

Taking the initiative to lead this sort of thing, if it was done well, it would be a mutual love. If he did, like Tang, he would have to be like a clown, standing alone on the stage and being treated as a joke by the audience.

The young master in front of him... Could it be that he was just making fun of her?

Tang Chu Rui couldn't help but look up at the man in front of her.

The man was still sitting at the desk. Not even a wrinkle could be seen on his shirt.

From beginning to end, he was like a statue. It was still that extremely handsome sculpture. It was so beautiful that you didn't even dare to look at it twice.

I'm finished. I'm finished. He was really going to be kicked out of this house by the Female Assistant!

But she did not know that, at the same time, the room was a different sight to the man.

At this moment, the girl was like a beautiful work of art.

Just like before when he had drawn her body with a plain pencil, this time, the impact that this body brought to him was similarly not to be underestimated.

Under the warm yellow light, her skin was covered with a layer of filters.

She, who was in the filter, fainted in this kind of blurry halo. If the image is a photograph, then all the parameters are set to a just right value.

The light above her head was refracted several times, casting a soft glow over her body. The girl twisted her fingers, her smooth feet landing on the floor. Her toes were slightly curled up, as if she were some kind of frightened little animal.

At this moment, the person in front of him seemed to have walked out from a painting.

His pen stayed in the air. The ink left on the tip of the brush almost flowed onto the paper.

The air was quiet.

Only the clock on the wall was meticulously fulfilling its obligations.

Tang Chu Rui's heart beat like a drum.

What should he do if he was rejected? Could it be that he picked up his coat and rushed out the door now?

If he failed the first time, wouldn't he have even more of a face to face with him in the future?

Just as Tang Chu Rui was about to despair, she heard the man's voice.

"Come here."

She looked up in surprise.

After a few seconds, she nodded and said, "Okay."

As soon as his voice left his mouth, it trembled slightly. He had been nervous for too long. He had been swallowing his saliva, and even his voice had become a little tight.

Since the other party had asked her to come over, the only thing she could do was obediently go over.

She could not tell whether she was happy or worried.

He was glad that he did not completely "fail". What he was worried about was that if he really had to do something shameful …

What should she do?

Tang Chu Rui walked to the table and stopped. Just like the maidservants of the ancient kings, he lowered his head and was at a loss of what to do.

For a long time, he did not receive the next order.

She just stood there by the table, and apart from coming over, there was nothing else.

Could it be that the other party's intention was to let her take the initiative?

He glanced at the table in front of him.

How was she going to take the initiative?

Or could it be that when her legs went weak and she fell onto the other party's legs, she said "Young Master, you are so nice" in a pitiful manner?

What was she going to do? Even if it was a game, there had to be a guide, right?

What did it mean for her to be left alone in the novice village?

"Young, Young Master …" She finally could not hold it in anymore and softly said, "I … "I …"

What am I supposed to do?

Why didn't you say anything?

The air was silent for a long time, but there was no answer.

Tang Chu Rui took a deep breath.

Looking at the time on the wall, it seemed that it was almost time for a man to sleep. Was it possible that once he was about to go to sleep, even if he had to go through with it, the fire would still be pushed away by him?

She had to hurry!

Tang Chu Rui encouraged herself in her heart. Wearing pajamas and losing your face. What are you afraid of?

"Young Master!" She called out in a low voice and then, regardless of whether it was one of the three, seven, and six, she directly pulled down her pajamas!

It's not like you haven't seen it before!

The man narrowed his eyes slightly when the woman in front of him took off her clothes.

"Young master, I …"

Tang Chu Rui wanted to directly attack him, but when she stretched out her hand, she didn't know what position she should be in.

Behind the man was a wall, and in front of him was a desk. There were objects all around him. It was as if they were inside an iron wall!

There were defensive items everywhere!

However, he did not stand up. It was in this space full of things.

What was she going to do, just straddle? Or sit on his lap? Or sit on his desk?

After hesitating for a while, he heard the man open his mouth slightly.

"Put it back on."

"Huh?" Tang Chu Rui did not hear clearly for a moment.

After a few seconds, she reacted.

Was he asking her to put her clothes back on?

She silently picked up the pajamas on the ground. She couldn't tell what a man really meant, so she could only do as she said and put them back on.

"Go get the drawing board."

His voice was not loud, and his tone did not sound overbearing. But hearing his words, you can't help but want to obey.

She did not dare to ask him why he was taking the drawing board, so she just turned and walked out the door in silence.

She returned a few minutes later with a drawing board and paper, and a few brushes and tools.

"Sit there."

Tang Chu Rui sat on a sofa in the corner, feeling a little awkward.

She was unable to fathom what a man really meant.

The man in front of him started to raise the drawing board, and then the sound of the pen tip hitting the paper rang out …

This sound was so familiar to Tang Chu Rui!

"Raise your hands high." The man spoke softly.

Tang Chu Rui blankly raised her arm a bit higher.

"A bit higher."

"It's like this?"

"A little later."

Tang Chu Rui put her hand on the back of the sofa and slightly bent her arm.

The man didn't ask for more.

Following that, a quiet rustling sound rang out in the room.

In her heart, Tang moaned silently: It can't be?

She finally mustered the courage to put on those pajamas. Then, she repeatedly knocked on his door, putting on such an enticing pose …

After so much effort, in the end … But can you only arouse the urge to paint?