Dangerous President: Girl, you have been arrested

Chapter 22

studio.

Xingkong sat on the sofa, a little reserved.

Lu Yanze sat in front of the drawing board, sharpening a pencil carelessly.

Xingkong is not a person who is easily nervous, but in front of him, she always has a feeling of being seen through.This makes her easily cramped.

Jiang Qiumo was not interesting enough, so he was dragged to visit the painting club by other people casually, and left without her.

The room was surprisingly quiet.

Xingkong looked at this boy, he was undoubtedly the kind that caught the eye.

"I said——" he suddenly raised his eyelashes, his eyes were dark, "answer me when you've seen enough, would you like to come and be my model for an hour every afternoon, you don't need to do anything, just let me draw you—this Errands, not everyone has a chance."

Xing Kong was caught looking at him by him, bit his lips, but was dissatisfied with his arrogant tone, and rolled his eyes, "How can I be included in the painting? I don't think I look good."

"Is that so—" He was not polite, put down his pen and walked towards her, Xingkong tensed for no reason, his whole body stiffened, Lu Yanze leaned over to stare at her, suddenly grabbed her jaw, and smiled faintly, "That's right I want to draw you. There is no particular reason. Promise me, it will not be hard or troublesome, you can do whatever you want, just let me see you."

Xingkong felt that his words had other meanings, and he felt numb for a while, trying to get rid of his fingers, "My family education is very strict, I can't come home late."

Seeing her drooping eyes and stiff shoulders, Lu Yanze laughed, "Are you nervous?"

"I didn't—"

"Shen Xingkong, do you know?" He stared at her for a moment, "Chi Hao is my junior - we made an appointment to compete in the 'Egret Gold Cup' together this year. But you know he can't draw now , I want to get that trophy for him."

Xingkong was stunned when she heard Chi Hao's name, she bit her lip, her nose was sore - she is not cold-blooded, she knows how bad his situation is, but she can't do anything except feel guilty.

Lu Yanze looked at the water color in her eyes, squinted her eyes, let her go, straightened up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, "I'm not here to find out who is right and who is wrong, he is my junior, I naturally care more about him ——Frankly speaking, you are not very beautiful. I draw everyone the same, but I need to look at you. When I see you, I think of Chi Hao, and think of him lying on the bed and unable to hold a pen. You know that feeling Is it? I want to use all my strength, I want to try my best to win the victory and make him happy, so, looking at you, I have an irresistible urge, an urge to let out a sulking breath—"

Xing Kong bit his lip and stared at him, "Are you trying to use me to torture you? Is this what you call inspiration?"

Lu Yanze shrugged lightly, "That's what it means—you feel guilty, and if you feel guilty, help me get the gold cup and send it to Chi Hao's hospital bed. This way both you and I can relax."

Xingkong found it ridiculous, she couldn't agree with the thoughts in his mind, got up and walked out, "I can't help you, I'm afraid I'll go crazy—"

Lu Yanze stretched out his hand to grab her, and pulled her back. Xingkong lost his balance and fell into his firm embrace.

Her breathing was tangled, and her back stiffened immediately.

Lu Yanze hugged her waist, breathed in the natural fragrance of her body, narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised her chin, wanting to devour the smell on her lips more and more.

Xing Kong had already felt his heat on her face, her heart was beating violently, she pushed him away suddenly, she stared angrily at the complacency in his eyes, "I don't want to come here to be tortured by you! I'm going to go out to participate in school activities today, just find someone who can torture you to draw, I'm sorry about Chi Hao, whatever you think, I'm leaving—"

Lu Yanze didn't speak, and let her go away.Walking lightly back to the drawing board, he took a pencil and scribbled casually on the paper, whispering to himself, "Where are we going? This world is so small..."



(End of this chapter)