Chapter 79

Hearing the movement, Lawrence Lu turned his head and squinted at her, "Don't paint yet?" Siena Liang lowered his head with some guilty conscience, "I…" "Or you think you don't need to move your hands when looking at me." Has it been drawn?" With a "boom", her little face started to red involuntarily.But she didn't want to be thought that she was really peeping at him, and bit her neck in denial, "Who…who said I was watching you?" Then, to emphasize that she was not watching him, she went on to say, "You less Stinky, I…I'm just thinking about how to paint…" "Humph!" He snorted, spit out the smoke from his mouth, and moved closer, "Then how did I hear you swallowing? The voice?" Siena Liang's face changed, "Then…that's because…because…" Because of what?

She can't think of anything to say!

Anxious to death her!

"Because," he drew a clear smile and blinked at her, "You are fascinated by the beauty of my universe!" "…" "Can't tell?" At this moment, he put away The smile on his face made his face straightened, "Although I am handsome and handsome, there is nothing wrong with you being fascinated by me. However," he tapped the drawing board a few times, "what you can do now, let's paint." With that, he put on David's classic look like that male model."…" Siena Liang was also speechless, but now, only painting is the way to liberate her freedom!

Seeing that she started to paint, he hummed and continued to swallow the clouds in the pose of David.

Lawrence Lu over there is leisurely and at ease, a contradictory appearance that is boring but full of joy.

Here, Siena Liang looked gloomy, struggling hard on the drawing paper.

Finally he drew his head out, but… Seeing his slightly open skirt, she blushed and started to make trouble again.

The pencil falls on the drawing paper, but I don't know how to write, how to draw?

There was a male model before, and she tried so desperately to treat him as an irrelevant male model, why couldn't she?

He had already smoked the cigarette in his hand, changed it to play with a mobile phone, or a national airplane war.

The sound of the airplane running and sprinting in the phone was extremely clear.

Because he has to slide the phone, he will get involved with clothes from time to time.

Looking at his sturdy chest, she tried to prevent herself from swallowing saliva, but the blood all over her body rushed freely, and the excitement made her whole body hot.

Can't watch it anymore!

If you bury your head on the drawing paper, even if you can't draw anything because of the influence at this moment, it is better than being burned to death!"Ga over!" "Hold the grass!" Lawrence Lu patted his forehead depressedly, raised his eyes to look at Siena Liang staring at the drawing board in a daze, and knocked on the drawing board, "Hey! Isn't it just drawing me? Difficult?" She nodded worriedly.

"Don't want to be unable to hand over the painting?" She nodded obediently.

Just in class, even if she was embarrassed in front of so many people, now if she still can't hand over the painting, then she really can't bear the title of a master.

"Forget it!" He pressed the phone in his hand twice, pressed the camera function, and handed it to her, "Hey!" She took the phone in a daze, and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?" What can you do? Take pictures!" "You…" She couldn't help rolling her eyes.

This guy, is it really good to be narcissistic to this point?

He no longer poses in David's classic posture, but with his hands on the table, his legs crossed, he looks like a leisurely neighbor boy.Sniffly at her, "Shoot! Hurry up!" "Oh…" She was really powerless to complain, but she had no other way to face this violent little lion with a variety of temperaments.

"Click–" The screen freezes.

Hearing the sound, he jumped down, dragged a stool in front of him to her back, and then sat down.

"…" Siena Liang tilted her head, wondering what he was going to do.

"Hold the phone, don't let it go dark, understand?" he said behind her.

He was very close to her, so close that all his gushing breath fell on her ears, causing her to tremble.

"What…what are you doing?" Lawrence Lu hummed angrily: "Aren't you not able to draw? The little master will help you!" "How…how to help?" He stopped answering, but grabbed her. With the pen hand, he looked at the screen on the phone, and then began to move on the drawing paper.

Siena Liang was shocked, and only felt that the back of his hand seemed to be scalded by something. He shrank his hand and wanted to move away.

He clasped her tightly to prevent her from moving, "What's the mess?" "You…" She took a deep breath, "Lawrence Lu…what are you doing? Don't mess, okay?" "Who messed up?" He Somewhat displeased he said, "Don't you want to paint?" "But…but it doesn't need to be like this…right? I…I will do it myself!" His free hand lightly touched her head. He tapped a burst of chestnut, "Are you here? It will be dark when you finish painting! Don't move! Let you see the master's painting skills!" "Lu…" "Damn it! Tell you not to talk," Don't understand?" "…" He seemed to be really angry, and she had to force herself to calm down, but her whole body was stiff.

A few minutes later, the outline of his body was gradually outlined on the wide drawing paper.

Thinking of what he said to himself, his painting skills are not necessarily lower than his own.

Looking at the more and more complete portraits on the drawing paper, she had to admit that he did not boast.

His paintings are simple and smart, just simple pencil drawings, but they capture the spirit of the people in the photos.

The people on the drawing paper are lifelike.

His palms are warm, but not sweaty.

The hands are strong, but they won't hurt her.

She suddenly remembered the way her mother was holding her when she was a child. She was led by her mother, carefree, no matter where she went, she felt safe.

At this time, he was holding her hand in his palm, and she seemed to have an illusion: as long as he held it like this, she felt safe and warm.

He is holding her hand and drawing, not to mention, their current sitting posture always makes people feel awkward and can't help their heart beating faster-he sits behind her, because he wants to draw, his upper body is slightly forward. Leaning.

In this way, it was as if he held her petite in his arms… Such an intimate posture… Maybe it was because of tension, her hearing was unprecedentedly sensitive, and she seemed to be able to hear his powerful heartbeat.

Her head was noisy, she blushed, only feeling that the speed of her heartbeat was faster than ever before, "Dong dong dong -", hitting her atrium one after another.

The whole body is extremely hot, especially the nose.

Suddenly, she felt something coming out of her nose–

"Papa–Papa–" Lawrence Lu looked at the red object that appeared on the drawing paper, his eyes widened for an instant, "Siena Liang?" "Huh?" She stared blankly at the disharmony on the drawing paper. Something, suddenly wanted to cry without tears.

She… actually had a bloody nosebleed!

He paused and turned her around to face himself.

When he saw her flushed face and her nose that was still red with nosebleeds, he was stunned and snarled silently: "Damn, what do you think?" "…" She looked at her. He wanted to get into the hole right away.

She actually had a nosebleed because a man got closer to her!

Her first name!

He looked at her ashamed face, exhaled speechlessly, looked around irritably, but did not see anything that could be wiped.

After thinking about it, he simply pulled up his shirt and wiped her nosebleeds.

His strength was a bit strong, but she didn't even frown her brows. While embarrassed, she was thinking–that…that is his clothes!

"You damn radish-headed dead woman!" Lawrence Lu cursed fiercely as he kept wiping.

But while wiping, looking at this red-faced, stupid and maddening little radish-headed woman in front of him, a few weird traces swept across his heart, stirring up a gentle ripple.

Gradually, the movements of his hands became lighter and slower, and even his breathing seemed to become quicker… He released the hem of his clothes, and unconsciously stroked her cheeks with both hands.

Jun's face is slightly sideways, his head lowered slightly, and slowly approaching her red lips...