Crossing the line

Chapter 78 Your Confession
Yun Yuwan stood in the closet, and the numbers on the display began to change, showing a height of 188cm and a weight of 120kg.

She was surprised: "Hey, why am I so tall and heavy?"

Wen Yangzhi was so speechless that he wanted to laugh.

He looked at her nonchalantly and said calmly, "Guess?"

Yun Yuwan finally reacted, put her hand on his arm and pushed him out: "Then get out, I want to measure myself, not you and me together."

Yun Yuwan definitely couldn't push him away, but Wen Yangzhi followed her wishes and walked out.

But I didn’t expect that she would slam the closet door shut and measure herself secretly.

It's just measuring your height and weight, why is it necessary to close the cabinet door?

Wen Yangzhi opened the wardrobe.

Unexpectedly, in just a few seconds, she took off her nightgown and was left naked in her underwear.

Yun Yuwan, who was still checking her weight, was startled and subconsciously covered her chest: "Ah!"

Wen Yangzhi frowned slightly.

He thought nothing could surprise him anymore, but she really always had something new to offer.

He was curious: "Do you have to take off your clothes to measure your weight?"

She confidently hid in the other side of the closet and pulled his coat to cover herself: "The clothes are very heavy. Which girl would not take off two pieces of clothes before measuring herself?"

Very heavy.

Wen Yangzhi looked at the screen.

Height 161cm, weight 43kg.

Wen Yangzhi raised the corners of his lips lazily, as if mocking: "Baby, why don't you grow taller?"

His baby is less of a nickname and more of a mockery.

Yun Yuwan said angrily: "Why isn't it growing any taller? I'm 1.8 meters tall when I jump up."

Wen Yangzhi closed his eyes slightly, sneered softly, and didn't know how to laugh.

Yun Yuwan pulled the dark gray coat in his closet to cover her body. The thick texture of the cashmere coat was in stark contrast to her bare shoulders and ankles. It was as if she was not wearing any clothes underneath and was directly wrapped in the man's clothes, which went up to a little above her ankles, and she was barefoot.

Especially, this piece of clothes is his, which makes people inexplicably desire to know what it looks like underneath.

Seeing that he was still not leaving, Yun Yuwan said awkwardly, "You go out, I want to put on my skirt."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with an indifferent expression: "I want to see you."

She felt embarrassed: "No."

Wen Yangzhi said calmly: "You insisted on looking at my brother just now, and now my brother wants to look at you and you won't let him. You are so hypocritical."

His eyes were still exploratory. She had to make sure that the coat was covering her. The look in his eyes made it seem as if the coat did not cover her important parts and she was naked in front of him.

She said coyly: "Don't look at me like that."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Yun Yuwan in the closet, with a little smile, and asked her seriously: "How do I see you?"

Yun Yuwan pulled her clothes to cover herself and stepped back a little, but she was tripped by the clothes folded inside. She slid and sat down, buried in the pile of his clothes, all of which were Wen Yangzhi's clothes, with the cold and light fragrance of Wen Yangzhi, the smell of yew wood, which was dry and masculine.

It was as if she was being hugged by Wen Yangzhi without any clothes on, especially in front of Wen Yangzhi. She felt indescribable shame.

Yun Yuwan felt embarrassed and covered her face with his sweater, not wanting him to see her.

She observed him through the small pinhole of his sweater and found that he was still not leaving. She looked at him with a pair of eyes and said awkwardly, "Why don't you leave?"

Wen Yangzhi placed his hands on her thin waist, looking at her in this position, and said in a cold tone, but with praise: "I have never seen this plot before."

Yun Yuwan closed her eyes: "Don't say anything."

Wen Yangzhi was so shameless that he stood outside the closet looking at her and praised her: "I never thought of it being in the closet. Nannan is really creative."

Her shoulders hunched involuntarily and she covered her face: "What's in the closet?"

He said lightly: "What did you say in the closet?"

Yun Yuwan pulled his clothes to cover herself: "I don't want to play any drama with you."

This old man must have watched a lot of educational films that he shouldn't have watched when he was young.

Wen Yangzhi looked at Yun Yuwan, who was sitting in a messy closet with clothes on. Clothes were everywhere but not on her. Her fair and tender skin was exposed, making people want to take off all the clothes.

He put his hands in his pockets and said, "To be honest, this is more exciting than I thought it would be."

He praised generously: "It's really useless to think about it, I still have to come late."

Yun Yuwan's face flushed: "What have you thought about?"

He said calmly: "I have thought about it a lot, on the balcony, on the desk, in the bathroom -"

Before he finished speaking, Yun Yuwan interrupted him urgently: "That's enough, no need to say more!"

Her face flushed: "Please close the closet door. I want to get dressed."

"Just wait for me, brother, and bear with it for a while." He said expressionlessly.

"What are you enduring?" she asked subconsciously.

But as soon as she finished speaking she knew what it was.

She turned her back, facing the inner wall of the closet, and said to him, "Go away."

Wen Yangzhi's voice, as gentle as agarwood, rang out, and his hard knuckles knocked on the closet door: "You said that if you put more force on the scale, will the number on the scale change?"

Yun Yuwan gritted her teeth and said, “…No.”

She thought he was going to talk nonsense for a while, but she heard the sound of the closet door closing. The sliding rails made a very light sound and closed steadily and gently.

The closet was plunged into complete darkness.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she was surprised, she quickly pulled out her skirt and put it on, then opened the closet door and came out, only to find that Wen Yangzhi was gone.

She quickly looked left and right and found that Wen Yangzhi was answering the phone.

She then realized that he stopped teasing her because someone called him.

So that's how it is. I thought he stopped teasing her because he felt embarrassed about her.

Wen Yangzhi stood on the terrace, his back like a bamboo, jointed and upright, I wonder if it is hollow.

She couldn't hear what was said on the other side, but she could hear his response: "When is the big screen advertisement in Metro City scheduled?"

"Ah."

The other party asked about the breadth of the subway line.

"No, according to the original plan, it will be this afternoon."

Yun Yuwan recognized it as an advertisement for Wen's Bank.

It turned out that he would do all these things himself. She thought that such trivial matters would not bother him.

He hung up the phone, and Yun Yuwan felt a little disappointed: "Can you stay at home with me in the future?"

He stood on the terrace and looked at her, his deep features like an ink painting, clear and ancient, "I will when I have time."

She said in a muffled voice: "Okay."

He suddenly said, "Or put it another way."

"What do you mean?" She looked at him in confusion. Wen Yangzhi said calmly: "Except for the time required for work, I will give you everything."

He just looked at her, no smile in his eyes, and his words left no doubt that they were promises that he would 100% fulfill.

Yun Yuwan stood there, as if fixed by his gaze.

I'm not stubborn anymore, so this is what's going on.

She tilted her head and smiled softly: "Can you paint with me today?"

He didn't agree immediately, but just asked her: "Bank's co-branded design?"

She hummed.

Wen Yangzhi refused calmly: "Don't draw it."

Yun Yuwan was confused and disappointed: "Why?"

He didn't explain, but just said, "You shouldn't draw it."

Yun Yuwan suddenly got angry and whispered in front of him: "Well, you just said something so nice, but now you won't even let me draw."

Wen Yangzhi turned off his phone and looked at her, "You shouldn't make the gift for you by yourself. I never thought of asking you to draw it from the beginning."

Yun Yuwan was stunned: "...What does this mean?"

"The drawings of Umi Sonoda were completed a long time ago." He was just plain from beginning to end.

Yun Yuwan didn't know what the gift he was talking about meant, but her heart was beating fast, and her voice was much quieter: "…What kind of designer did you hire to draw it? Is it the original artist?"

"No." His tone was emotionless, and it was hard to guess the severity.

She was curious: "Is that a famous painter?"

"You are not famous, and you probably won't be famous in the future." He looked straight into her watery deer eyes. The man's mature and noble face was a little unclear in the sunlight. His eyebrows and eyelashes were too thick, and the sunlight seemed not to fall into his eyes. There was a natural sense of alienation, which was only flickering.

She was even more curious: "Why invite him?"

If you want to invite someone, there must be a reason why you have to invite him/her.

Wen Yangzhi didn't answer her, but just looked into her eyes.

Yun Yuwan couldn't understand it at first, but after careful consideration, she realized that there were many unknown painters who also painted very well, but they just lacked opportunities to become famous.

She pursed her lips, and her baby fat became rounder: "Then why didn't you tell your uncle and aunt at the dinner table?"

Wen Yangzhi's light voice was ambiguous: "What do you think?"

Yun Yuwan reacted.

That's right, even if I told her, how could she move in legitimately?

He came over to her side and naturally put his hand on her shoulder: "I can accompany you to draw other paintings."

Yun Yuwan followed him like a thermos bottle being carried, and suddenly remembered: "I just measured 161 because I didn't stand up straight. If I stand up straight, I'll be 163."

He smiled carelessly, his eyes shining: "Oh."

Yun Yuwan emphasized: "It's true."

"That's true."

"It was originally true."

"You're two centimeters shorter, and your brother won't say anything to you."

She was mumbling something in a low voice, and no one knew what she was scolding him for. Wen Yangzhi couldn't hear it clearly even though he was so close. He guessed that the stupid little Yuwan didn't intend to let him hear it clearly, and just wanted to scold her brother for her own amusement.

He didn't care and carried her to the study.

Take out a toolbox and open it to reveal all the painting tools.

Yun Yuwan was a little surprised. He stood at the table and unpacked the paints. Everything was new.

She wanted to come over and take it apart too, so he pushed her back to her seat: "Sit down."

Yun Yuwan could only watch him do it, lying on the table: "Actually, just sharpen a 6B pencil for me."

He put down what he was holding and actually cut a 6B for her.

She was inexplicably happy that she could order Wen Yangzhi around.

Shen Baisu's long, white fingers pressed on the slender wooden pen tube, and the thumb of his other hand rested on the back of the knife, steadily and forcefully carving out the pointed end of the round wooden tube.

The body of this brand of pencil is quite hard, and she was a little surprised that he could sharpen it so smoothly, as if he was sharpening a soft mango.

In fact, Yun Yuwan herself didn't dare to use a knife to sharpen the pen, and always used a pencil sharpener. This was because the knife would not apply force evenly or could not hold down the pen tube, which could easily hurt her hands.

The sexy blue veins on the back of his hands emerged as he exerted force, elegant and powerful, and the shaved solid wood chips slipped from his fingertips and fell on the table like snowflakes, one thin piece after another.

Wen Yangzhi lowered his long eyes, and his eyelashes were like a dense palm-leaf fan. If it was on a girl, it would be charming, but on his face, it would look more evil. He had cloud-like and crane-like eyes, but they were more amorous. His profile was also neat, and the lines were as smooth as feather lines.

Quietly.

She found it pleasing to the eye just to watch him.

He finished cutting, and without saying a word, he picked her up and put her on the ground, and sat on the swivel chair. Before Yun Yuwan could react, he pulled her into his arms and let her sit on his lap. He hugged her and whispered in her ear: "What do you want to draw?"

Yun Yuwan had no time to buffer and could only stubbornly say, "...What do you care what I want to draw?"

She leaned in his arms and began to sketch, without even a draft or any advance planning. She finished it in one stroke, smoothly and neatly. Wen Yangzhi watched her every stroke intently.

Every stroke represents the difference between him and her. The pen in her hand is like her thoughts. Whatever she thinks, the pen can reproduce it exactly one-to-one.

My sister has learned really well.

She had done far more than he had expected her to achieve.

Ever since I knew she was studying fine arts, even though I knew she was Lou Wanyi's daughter, I had an inexplicable secret hope in my heart.

He felt that she was a gift from God, and secretly wanted to protect her, help her achieve the life she wanted, and watch her reach the peak of this journey.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t reach the top, as long as you follow her original intention and learn what she wants to do.

The expression gradually emerged in her painting, and one could tell who she was painting from the eyes and eyebrows.

He has wild and thick eyebrows and a straight and thin bone structure. The eyebrows grow vertically instead of growing horizontally. The brow bones are high so that the eye sockets are deep. The Fuxi bone structure has a clear turning point of the frontal bone and the whole face has a high degree of folding.

Wen Yangzhi's long fingers pressed on the edge of the painting: "Paint me?"

She said with a straight face, "I draw a duck."

When she drew the mouth, she simply added the flat beak of a duck.

Wen Yangzhi was not angry: "Since when did you start to like me?"

While drawing the duck's beak, Yun Yuwan whispered, "After you came back from vacation, you once waited for me at home until midnight."

Wen Yangzhi recalled.

At that time, he hated Lou Wanyi's daughter, but it goes without saying how dangerous it was for a girl of sixteen or seventeen to be outside in the middle of the night.

He asked people to look for her everywhere and called her, but her phone was out of battery and turned off. Out of responsibility, he kept waiting for the people who went to look for her to get back to him.

Yun Yuwan was still mumbling: "At that time, I didn't expect you to care about me so much."

The painting she made had already taken shape, and even with the addition of a duck's beak it looked harmonious, because she had also made the lower half of the face fatter and the neck longer.

The brother who seemed like a stranger to her would wait for her until midnight. The person who seemed like there was no possibility or chance for them to become close to her actually made her feel the warmth of family.

Wen Yangzhi didn't expect it to be so early. He said calmly, "You had only been home for three or four months at that time."

She put down the last stroke, and the duck Wen Yangzhi took shape. She put down the pen, held Wen Yangzhi's face with both hands and squeezed hard: "Yes, falling in love with Wen Yangzhi is as easy as breathing."