Everything was ready, Su Hao took a few deep breaths, suppressed the spiritual impact that scene brought to her, picked up the sketch brush and started shaping.

It calmed down everywhere, and only the light and heavy breathing sounds remained in the room.

As soon as Su Hao painted, he became focused and gradually forgot his boyfriend and focused on his pen.

But Xu Lie was the opposite. As she watched her eyes swept from the sofa to him, she carefully described the lines of his body, and the restlessness that had been floating in his heart since the moment was getting stronger and stronger in his chest.

Then Su Hao looked up and saw a scene that subverted her worldview.

She just wanted to shape the vase, but at first glance, she saw some unnecessary objects appearing behind the vase.

Didn’t you blocked it just now?!

"... Have you moved the vase?" Su Hao said in shock.

Xu Lie closed his eyes: "No."

"Then...why did it come out again!"

"Do you know why you are unwilling to draw for you now?" Xu Lie opened his eyes, his eyes darkened.

“…”

"I understand, then I won't draw..." Su Hao closed his eyes in embarrassment, "Did you put on your clothes?"

"Just close your eyes?" Xu Lie put on the bath towel again and walked over, "Don't take responsibility?"

Su Hao closed his eyes for half a minute and pretended not to speak. Hearing that Xu Lie had been standing beside her and never walked away, he could only open a gap in his eyes.

"How to be responsible?" she asked with a thorn in the teeth, glanced down, and saw the bulging outline of the bath towel, her face instantly turned into cooked shrimps.

"Forget it." Xu Lie sighed and rubbed her hair, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Su Hao looked at his desolate back, and nowhere did he get the impulse, suddenly stepped forward and squeezed in before he closed the bathroom door.

Xu Lie turned around and stared at her under the dim light in the bathroom: "What are you doing?"

"Responsible for you. We artists respect models very much, including models' physiological needs." Su Hao mustered up the courage to walk forward and shook his hand, "But the artist has two hours left to adulthood. Can you make do with this?"

Xu Lie looked at her silently for a full half minute.

Su Hao thought that her boyfriend, who was very principled, was planning to push her out of the bathroom. He was about to say no, but suddenly he pulled her over his wrist.

"Beijing time is twelve hours faster than here." Xu Lie suddenly said.

Su was so stunned that he realized that he was saying that in China, she could do adult things now.

"I feel wronged with my girlfriend." He grabbed her hand, hooked his bath towel with her fingertips, and pulled her up.

Su Hao was shocked by the touch and subconsciously grabbed his hand back.

But it's useless at this time.

Xu Lie pushed her onto the white porcelain wall in the bathroom, lowered her head, and looked at her slender and fair fingers as thin as onion roots, and the waves in her eyes surged.

Su Hao closed his eyes tightly, feeling the rhythm of his five fingers being controlled by him, and the fingers became hotter and hotter.

"Open your eyes." Xu Lie said in a hoarse voice.

Su Hao had already decided to do this and he would do whatever he wanted, but he would never look at him and shook his head desperately.

"Open your eyes quickly, be good." Xu Lie coaxed her softly, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips.

Su Hao's heart was trembling. He didn't know what the fallacy was. He felt that his hands were already sore and soft. He thought that he might be able to fight quickly after listening to his words. He gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, raised his head to look at him.

"Don't look at my face, look down at it." Xu Lie had new tricks.

Su Hao was in tears: "You are more and more capable!"
Chapter completed!