AWB Chapter 109 The gentleness of fingertips
Chapter 109 The gentleness of fingertips
"Ah?" Lin Jiujiu was a little surprised. A man and a woman alone, painting in the room in the middle of the night? Would it be too ambiguous? It's a bit embarrassing.
Hei Junche seemed to see her hesitation, and continued to take out the drawing board and pencils, put them away, and asked: "What are you thinking about? It's just a simple sketch. Are you still thinking about the Titanic? I want you to bring it with you." Do you want to paint nudes on Ocean Star?”
"No..." Lin Jiujiu wanted to refute something, but when he saw that Hei Yunche had already set his posture, he had no choice but to give up. Hey, forget it, let's just paint.
Lin Jiujiu picked up the wine glass and took a sip to divert his attention.
In the darkness, the dark silk black pajamas wrapped around his tall, thin and strong body. The perfect lines were exposed from the gaps in the clothes, and the delicate collarbone and sexy Adam's apple could be vaguely seen...
Whether it was the influence of alcohol or the night that was too confusing, Lin Jiujiu couldn't help but swallow. She didn't know why, but she became a little nervous. She tried to calm down her emotions and concentrate.
In the dim room, the tip of the pen fell, outlining the side face of a sexy yet lively woman, fair and delicate, with thick and slender eyelashes, and a slightly raised mouth with a smile.
Lin Jiujiu was very cooperative, sitting quietly on the chair with a faint smile on his face. Beside him, Hei Junche was also sitting on a high stool, holding a pencil and drawing intently. If we could record the current scene, it should be with a pink background.
Time flies and the years are long.
--"she".
Hei Junche wrote these two lines of small words at the bottom of the drawing paper.
"The painting is finished, do you want it?" Hei Junche picked up the painting and shook it.
"I will be a model for you for free, so of course you have to give the painting to me." Lin Jiujiu reached for it, but the man handed it to her without teasing her.
Looking at the woman in the painting, Lin Jiujiu felt a little surprised. The look of this woman really looked like her, as if she had injected soul into the painting.
She put the painting away and said thank you.
It was dark night, silent, and the cool wind blew outside the window, rustling the leaves and making an intoxicating sound.
The two drank a lot and talked a lot. Lin Jiujiu couldn't remember exactly what they talked about. The last image in her mind was that she was leaning on the bed, and Hei Junche suddenly approached her and hugged her from behind.
The man's arms were full of domineering force, making Lin Jiujiu breathless. The more she struggled, the tighter the man's arms tightened.
After a while, the man whispered in Lin Jiujiu's ear: "Be good, don't move, let me hold you for a while and take a rest." The words came with a low magnetism and the aroma of wine, which made Lin Jiujiu's ears felt soft.
She just let the man hold her, and the two fell asleep.
Later, it was the scene Yan Jinghua saw in the morning.
"Didi..." The two of them were woken up by the phone call.
"Yours or mine?" Hei Junche woke up first.
Lin Jiujiu also opened his eyes and saw that he was still in the same position in Hei Junche's arms, and moved to the side awkwardly.
"Still not answering?" Hei Junche looked at Lin Jiujiu's cell phone.
The sudden light also made Lin Jiujiu squint and pick up the phone. The name of the caller on it was Leng Yibai.
"Oh? My little boyfriend is here to check on me? Take this, I promise not to say anything." The corners of Hei Junche's mouth raised, as if he was watching a good show.
Lin Jiujiu quickly picked up the phone, made up a few random sentences and quickly hung up.
"So fast? It's not even a minute, right?" Hei Junche raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist.
Lin Jiujiu said nothing.
"Are you afraid that he would find out that you slept on my bed...in my arms last night?" Hei Junche reached out and pinched Lin Jiujiu's hair scattered on the pillow.
Lin Jiujiu moved back and said, "Stop talking."
"Oh? Really? Your face seems a little red? Is the air conditioner too hot? Or is your heart too hot?" Hei Junche reached out and touched Lin Jiujiu's cheek, but the woman opened it.
Lin Jiujiu quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
Hei Junche, who was still in bed, only found this woman's panic look a bit cute.
Lin Jiujiu was still washing her face in the mirror in the bathroom. When she looked up, a black and stern face was reflected in the mirror, which made Lin Jiujiu tremble in fright.
"What are you doing? What the hell? Don't you think that our current situation is quite like a newlywed couple." Hei Junche deliberately reached out and approached Lin Jiujiu. When Lin Jiujiu was nervous and did not dare to move, he reached over her and took the hand. Hang the face towel above.
Lin Jiujiu got out from under Hei Junche's arm. No matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't withstand the young master's repeated teasing.
The two changed their clothes and went downstairs. At this time, it was already half past eleven noon.
Hei Yunsheng's face darkened when he saw the two of them sleeping until this hour.
It was Yan Jinghua who greeted him enthusiastically. Of course, that kind of enthusiasm was only for her precious son to see.
"Ayuan, are you hungry? Come on, Sister Hong, give the young master a bowl of soup to fill his stomach first." Yan Jinghua led Hei Junche to the dining table.
Sister Hong also brought two bowls of soup. Although Madam did not call the woman's name, as a servant, she still had no need to offend anyone.
"Master, Master, drink some soup to warm your stomach."
Hei Junche picked up the bowl in front of him and scooped out a spoonful of hot soup, put it to his mouth and blew on it, then handed it to Lin Jiujiu's mouth: "Try it."
Lin Jiujiu thought to himself, this acting is also related to a series. It seems that Hei Junche didn't do enough in yesterday's scene. Seeing that he had gotten along well with him in the past two days, Lin Jiujiu opened his mouth and drank the soup in cooperation.
The man stretched out his hand and wiped the corner of her mouth again. His fingers covered the soup from the corner of Lin Jiujiu's mouth. Then he put it into his mouth and said, "It tastes good."
Lin Jiujiu was really frightened by his actions and thought to herself, this is a cruel person.
The overly intimate behavior of the two caused Hei Yunsheng to cough.
"Indecent." Hei Yunsheng said these four words.
"Oh, really? Can you please teach me how to treat my wife in a decent way? Like you, who is always busy, the red flag at home does not fall, and the colorful flags flutter outside?" Hei Junche put down the bowl, and it seemed He stopped acting completely and opened up the topic with Hei Yunsheng.
"You bastard." Hei Yunsheng picked up a tea cup and threw it towards Hei Junche, but the man caught it perfectly with a palm.
"Old man, don't be angry. You have a bad heart. If anything happens out of anger, my mother will have to be a widow." Hei Junche said as he put down the tea cup.
"Niezi, how could I give birth to a son like you?" Hei Yunsheng stood up angrily.
"Oh? Really? You should only be trembling when you gave birth to me."
"You...what are you talking about..." Hei Yunsheng was so angry that he was about to come up and hit someone. He was stopped by Yan Jinghua.
"Why are you stopping me? You are such a good son." Hei Yunsheng was furious.
"Since you're not welcome, let's just leave. Anyway, you have more than one precious son, right?" Hei Junche took Lin Jiujiu's hand and walked out of the door.
There was a sound of a teacup being knocked to the ground behind him.