C94 Swap roles on the sofa

The setting sun outside the window bathed the French windows, and the entire glass was covered with colorful lights.

Tang Chu Rui sat in the middle of the living room, feeling somewhat nervous.

"And?"

she asked softly.

"Yes."

A short answer.

She changed her position and continued.

"And?"

"Yes."

There was still a short answer, nothing more.

Tang Chu Rui had already taken off her clothes and was sitting on the sofa as a nude mold. This was her first time doing such a thing. However, facing this man, Huan Jing, who she could never figure out, a layer of perspiration appeared on her palms.

In the past when he was his model, he would be picky about a few things, such as having her change her posture and use different props to make her stay in different rooms.

Sometimes, she would open a magazine and ask her to look at its mannequin.

From the beginning to the end, the Tang Rui put on whatever shape, the other side's response is a "Mmm."

Had he been so sure of her now? Did she feel that her experience was mature enough to be controlled alone?

Tang Chu Rui couldn't help but ask, "Any kind of posture is fine?"

Huan Jing's slender fingertips were resting on the paper.

From the angle of the pencil sketch to the wrist, from the angle of the wrist to the angle of the arm, from the angle of the arm to the angle of the shoulder, it could be said that Huan Jing was almost perfect.

Three hundred and sixty-five.

His gaze fell on the girl in front of him. Her shoulders were exposed, looking strangely pitiful in the afterglow of the setting sun.

From the shoulder down to the collarbone.

Her collarbone was thin, but distinct.

When he took a deep breath due to the nervousness, he could feel that both his collarbones seemed to have received a shock, and were slightly undulating.

Tang Meng Rui was still wondering how this time, she could still endure it calmly. She didn't need to think of many tricks like before to hear Huan Jing's soft voice.

"Come here."

Come over?

Tang Chu Rui dared not disobey the order, so she obediently went over.

In the past, the thought that appeared in her mind was actually the 36 forms that Female Assistant gave her.

According to the Female Assistant, as long as he made his way through layer after layer, he would be able to use every move and capture the male god's heart.

But did she misconception? She clearly did not even have the time to use one or two moves, when she felt Huan Jing's gaze on her ripple slightly.

These ripples, combined with the afterglow of the setting sun, were as unreal as filters.

"Young Master, what do you have to say?"

she asked, coming up to him.

Huan Jing watched her attentively for a while, and then handed the brush in front of him over to her.

"This time, it's your turn."

She was stunned for a moment.

"For me? For what? "

"Draw me."

As soon as these words came out, Tang Chu Rui was thoroughly petrified.

Looking at the pen, she felt like she had finally realized something.

"I paint you? You're a model? "

"Yes."

It was still the same short answer.

Huan Jing pressed down on her shoulders, pushing her down onto the seat.

… …. It seemed like he hadn't drawn a single one of the items that he had just placed on the sofa for half a day.

Wasting her great expression.

"Can I really draw?" she asked uncertainly.

"Yes."

Huan Jing sat on the sofa in front of her.

At this moment, the two's identities had changed. Tang Muren Rui had changed from a model to a painter, and Huan Jing had changed from a painter to a model.

Tang Chu Rui held the brush, and for a moment, she didn't know how to draw.

Of course she didn't have the guts to order Huan Jing to take off his clothes.

Even if they asked her to put on a little airs, she wouldn't have the guts to bring it up.

The end result was that, no matter how Huan Jing sat down, Tang Meng Rui would draw it. She had attended a few drawing classes at school before, so his drawing skills were slightly off. However, he was definitely not as good as Huan Jing's drawing skills.

She hesitated for a moment, then began to write.

As for Huan Jing, he seemed to have finally found a reason to stare at his openly. He sat lazily on the sofa, a cup of tea by his side. He had not once taken his eyes off Tang Chu Rui as he poured the tea.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she soaked in the tea. The heat slowly rose.

He looked at the girl in front of him as if she were a work of art.

She raised her hand and put her foot into it. She tilted her head as if trying to figure out how to write. It was as if she couldn't afford to miss the details.

Finally, Tang Chu Rui sketched out a rough outline.

This was the best she could achieve after a few art classes. Feeling a bit worried, she raised her head and asked, "Young Master, do you want to come over and take a look? Is this the way to draw it? "

Huan Jing stood up and walked over to Tang Meng Rui's side.

When he saw the lines drawn on the white paper, his lips actually hooked up … A smile.

Tang Chu Rui wiped her eyes.

She wasn't mistaken!

Huan Jing laughed.

From the looks of it, there was a nine out of ten chance that he was mocking her!

"Is it bad?" She was very dejected. "I think it's still okay. I even deliberately used some techniques."

Huan Jing raised one of his hands and held it outside Tang Meng Rui's hand.

He wrapped his hand around her hand, and she wrapped her pencil around it again. Holding the tiny doll in her big hand, she began to draw lines on the paper.

Tang Meng Rui did not use any more strength, and instead lightly used her strength, allowing Huan Jing to take her hand and slowly draw on the paper.

"This should be the case."

The voice of the man behind her was very soft, but it carried the scent of the deep ocean.

The texture of the pencil rustled on the lined paper.

The man's aura stopped at her neck.

Tang Chu Rui felt itchy. This itchiness was not only in her neck, but also in her heart, which was difficult to grasp no matter how she tried to scratch it.

Scratching. Fine. It was like a small animal that was slowly climbing up.

Tang Meng Rui raised her head, just in time to see Huan Jing's eyelashes. The man's eyelashes were beautiful, long and thick.

When he lowered his eyes, it was as if a fan-shaped shadow had been cast over his face.

It was unknown what bear heart leopard she had eaten, but she suddenly thought of Female Assistant's request to her.

She was taught not to miss a single opportunity. As long as there was a chance, she would immediately chase after him, and never miss it.

The Female Assistant's words were like this.

"The psychiatrist said that the young master has a problem with 'this aspect' and it's very difficult to 'force' him. Even if he sees a woman, the chances are very small. "Therefore, as long as you take advantage of this opportunity, you must take advantage of it. Otherwise, once you pass this village, you won't know when you'll be able to run into this shop again."

"So, Tang, your main task right now is to flirt with her. You can either flirt with her halfway and give up, or you can just flirt with her to create an atmosphere. "Remember, a man can slowly probe his way out. Once he forms this rhythm, habit, and setting, it will be easier for you to do anything in the future."

She raised her head slightly, and was only a few centimeters away from Huan Jing.

So what if he died? Let's take a gamble.

She gently tilted her head upwards, almost touching Huan Jing's lips …

Even at such a close distance, he could still pretend that it was unintentional.

But at this critical juncture, this man with a deep obsession with cleanliness actually turned his head away from Tang Chu Rui's lips.

Tang Chu Rui missed again, and with a bit of frustration, she returned to her chair.

… …. Really, he had overestimated himself.

She had thought that he also felt something for her, that there was more or less a possibility, otherwise why would this man look at her with such rippling eyes in the sunset?

In the end, he didn't expect that he would be rejected so miserably.

Tang Muren mustered up the courage in her heart.

He couldn't just fail once and lose his footing, right?

She shamelessly pounced towards Huan Jing once again.

This time, with the thought of "no matter how much you reject me, I have to take this difficult situation head-on", he actually accidentally used too much force and his entire body was thrown onto Huan Jing's body.

Before Huan Jing could regain his senses, he saw the lump of items pouncing towards him. After failing to stand properly, the two of them fell onto the sofa.

When he fell on the sofa, Tang Meng Rui was on top of it and Huan Jing was pressed down by her. In order to prevent Tang Gu Rui's back from hitting the wall, Huan Jing subconsciously reached out a hand to protect her back.

After maintaining this posture for a while, Tang Chu Rui was at a loss as to what to do.

Logically speaking, she should have the upper hand since she was taking advantage of the situation to chase after him.

However, how to seize the opportunity to pursue and move on to the next step was a bit difficult for her.

Tang thought for a moment. Why not undo one of his buttons?

One by one, she began to patiently unbutton Huan Jing's buttons.

But Huan Jing was not anxious at all.

He kept one hand on her back to keep her from crashing into the wall, the other resting carelessly on the arm of the sofa, his shirt unbuttoned. He did not move in silence, as if he had acquiesced in doing so.

"You …"

Tang Chu Rui stopped when there were only two left.

This person … Why didn't he resist?

Isn't this a little too smug?

But Huan Jing's gaze landed on Tang Meng Rui.

She was still not wearing any clothes. At this moment, her body was exposed and was pressing down on top of his body. He could even feel the warmth of her butt sitting on his body.

Lights, afterglow, interlaced interior space.

She sat on him, seeming to undress him in a domineering manner. For a moment, he actually thought about acquiescing to her taking the final step.

However, she just made a start and then stopped moving. She just sat there.

[This woman, I really don't know how …] Was this a strange gesture?