Xuan's beauty

Ying Xuan turned her head to the right and saw Wei Jingyu had spoken with a dark expression on his face.

He then looked at Ying Xuan and said, "Take the most comfortable pose possible. Because it's going to be a long time."

Ying Xuan went to her bag, pulled out a novel she had been meaning to finish and sat back down. She opened the novel, leaned back on the chair, and began to read it.

The teacher said, "That is a great pose. It will look candid. And Miss Ying will also utilise her time well."

Ying Xuan was not much of a reader, but when she liked any book, she would get so absorbed in it that Xuan would not be aware what was happening around her.

It would not be wrong to say that the whole class was painting a candid painting as Ying Xuan seemed to have forgotten she was in the middle of a room full of people, as she saw a new world through the eyes of the main character.

Ying Xuan was pulled back to reality when the bell rang. She looked up with a start and the teacher said, "Very good everyone. Miss Ying, could you come here a moment?"

Ying Xuan closed her book, got up and stretched. Her body was aching from sitting in the same position for a long time. As she did so, her short blouse was pulled upwards exposing Xuan's beautifully ash coloured and flat abdomen. Xuan had not noticed it, but the rest of the class apparently had.

This was not a rare occurrence, as it was summer and many girls used to wear crop tops, but Xuan's skin was so beautiful and her waist was so perfect that many of the boys drooled. Ying Xuan walked over to the teacher.

The teacher said to her, "Miss Ying, I hope that you are not unsatisfied due to not having been able to make a painting."

Ying Xuan chuckled as she shook her head. She grabbed a piece of paper and and a pencil from a nearby table and wrote, "Ma'am, you don't have to be so formal with me. Please, talk to me like you would to any other student."

The teacher read the note and smiled. She said, "Then, could I ask you to wear the same outfit tomorrow also? See, as there was not enough time, many of the students, have not even been able to draw properly, let alone paint."

Ying Xuan thought for a minute before nodding her head. Though as a fashion student, the prospect of wearing the same outfit for two days was revolting, but she really did not want to make more trouble for thr teacher and her classmates who had been painting her with all their concentration.

As she picked up her sketchbook and headed towards class to pick up her bag, Xuan messaged Su Shaoyan, 'Yo. Where are you?'

Su Shaoyan immediately replied, 'I'm heading out of class.'

Ying Xuan: 'I have something to do. So, we'll meet in the cafeteria during dinner?'

Su Shaoyan: 'We can even stay up after dinner to work on that dress.'

Ying Xuan: 'Glad I skipped the first two classes and don't have any homework.'

Su Shaoyan: 'You skipped class? On the second day? You're badass.'

Ying Xuan chuckled as she looked up from her phone.