Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 320 The Autistic Painter and the Muse 11
Seeing that he hung up the phone, Xue Zhi got up slowly and walked forward, "Do you want to draw now?"

Just as the boy put away the phone, the buzzing sound rang out again. He gave a soft "hmm" and lowered his eyes to press it.

But within five seconds, the buzzing sound sounded again.

Xue Zhi was still standing aside watching, she opened her mouth slightly, her tone was gentle, "Just answer if you have anything... I'm waiting."

"No need." Jiang Ce turned off the phone directly, stood up with his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked forward, "It's nothing."

Xue Zhi turned his head and glanced at him, then trotted after him.

Jiang Ce directly led her upstairs to the studio on the second floor.

Xue Zhi sat down quietly and looked at him cautiously, "...do I need to pose?"

Jiang Ce sat in front of the drawing board and arranged all the tools before raising his eyes to look at her. His eyes were light and serious, "No, that's it."

Xue Zhi nodded, then kept that posture and smile still.

The window of the studio was slightly open, and it was a little hot.

Xue Zhi felt a little tired after only sitting for a while.

Jiang Ce was very serious when he was drawing, he kept staring at the drawing board, and looked up at Xue Zhi from time to time, but he didn't have any expression, as if he was looking at something instead of a person.

Xue Zhi sighed slightly, but didn't dare to make any big movements. She raised her eyes and took a careful look at the young man sitting in front of the drawing board, trying not to be so boring.

If it moves, will it affect his painting?
In fact, Xue Zhi didn't know if it would affect her, she didn't know much about it.

But just now he said that this way...

She should not move.

Money is hard to come by.

It's really tiring to keep in one posture all the time, even if there is a beautiful boy watching from the opposite side.

The person sitting in front of the drawing board looked serious. He was holding a paintbrush and smearing on the drawing board. The light outside illuminated his side face, making the bridge of his nose even more beautiful.

Because of the heat, there was a trace of sweat on the young man's cheeks, but his mind seemed to be all on painting, and he didn't notice the slightest heat.

Xue Zhi slightly lowered his eyes, and sighed imperceptibly.

Originally, there were only pencils scratching on paper and cicadas chirping outside in the studio, but after this sigh, the sound of paper and pen colliding suddenly stopped.

Jiang Ce held the pen and looked up at her.

The girl sitting over there lowered her eyes slightly, her slender eyelashes flickered slightly, and at some point there was a fine layer of sweat on her forehead.

He looked at her with dark eyes, and whispered a word, "Hot?"

Xue Zhi raised her head abruptly, her fair cheeks were blushing slightly, she smiled a little embarrassedly, "A little bit."

Jiang Ce lowered his eyes and put down the pen in his hand, got up and closed the window, then turned on the air conditioner.

The cold air came over slightly, Xue Zhi finally felt a little better.

Jiang Ce sat back again, his snow-white sleeves rolled up slightly, and the hand holding the paintbrush was well-knit, fair and beautiful.

His dark and beautiful eyes stared at the drawing board, and he said casually, "If you are tired, you can move."

Xue Zhi was taken aback, his originally tense nerves subconsciously relaxed, and then moved slightly, "Ah..."

The young man lowered his eyes, raised his hand to outline the image on the drawing board, and said lazily, "You can talk to me if you are bored."

Xue Zhi kept that posture and gave him a strange look, but didn't make a sound for a while.

(End of this chapter)