Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 436 The city's deep female sea queen vs the robot junior 35

Chapter 436 The city's deep female sea queen vs the robot junior 35
"Sister, I offended you."

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he nimbly tore open the bow on Quan Jiu's collar.

Quan Jiu blinked: "What are you doing?"

She didn't believe that he would suddenly act like a hooligan.

Xiao Tuo explained solemnly: "The composition and lighting are perfect, but there is always something missing."

When he was talking, he didn't stop moving his fingertips. He unbuttoned the first button of the wine-red shirt, revealing the woman's fair-skinned collarbone.

After unbuttoning the shirt, he tied the bow again, only this time, the bow was tied casually, the overall position was lower, and it was half loose and half loose and piled up on his chest.

Quan Jiu feels that he is a Barbie doll, being carefully dressed and sculpted by Xiao Ta.

The man continued to reach out and took the red ribbon on the paint box.

Quan Jiu: "What is this for?"

"Do your hair."

Loose hair is also good-looking, but it does not match her white-collar attire.

The ribbon became a temporary rubber band. He gathered Quan Jiu's long hair and lightly tied the ribbon with a bow, but did not tie it tightly. A few witty curls were scattered between his ears and temples, hanging down freely, just in time to kiss the woman's groin of the clavicle.

He deliberately messed up Quan Jiu's long curly hair, and the floating strands of hair swayed in the moonlight, adding a bit of messy and lazy beauty.

"That's the right feeling."

The young man stood in front of her, bent slightly, put his arms around her head, and tidied her hair at the back. When he spoke, his breath brushed against Quan Jiu's ears.

Quan Jiu's ears moved slightly, his eyelashes blinked, and she looked at the opposite classroom wall. On the originally white wall, there were two entangled shadows.

The woman sat motionless on the chair, while the tall man bent over, the two shadows touched together, it looked like they were kissing happily under the moonlight.

Xiao Tuo didn't cross the line too much. After tidying up Quan Jiu's clothes, he returned to his seat and continued the unfinished painting. Except for the increased frequency of drinking water, there was nothing unusual about it.

When a painting is finished, a bottle of cold water also runs out.

Quan Jiu maintained the same movement for nearly three hours. After Xiao Ta said "It's ok", she let out a long sigh, stood up and stretched her muscles.

"let me see."

Not sleeping or dancing in the middle of the night, running to the studio to draw, only young people can do this kind of thing.

Xiao Tuo gave her a seat so that she could see the patterns on the drawing paper clearly by the moonlight.

Even though Quan Jiu knew about his talent, he couldn't help but marvel:

"You beautify me too much."

Xiao Tuo lowered his eyes.

He just drew what he saw.

Reach out and take off the drawing papers, fold them one by one, and hold them in your hands.

"It's time to go back."

Quan Jiu looked at the dozens of burnt candles all over the floor, and said curiously:

"I used someone else's candle, so I don't need to pay for it?"

Xiao Tuo: "No, it's too vulgar to talk about money. According to the tradition of the studio, the person who uses the candle only needs to give the candle owner a painting."

Most of the candles in the studio are labeled with the owner's name. When the next day dawns, the candle owner will harvest a lot of candles and a new painting from a stranger.

This painting may be a beautiful oil painting that took more than ten hours of careful brewing, or it may be a Q-version cartoon of Peppa Pig.

And no matter what kind of painting, it is your generous candlelight that ignites the spark of inspiration for others in the middle of the night.

(End of this chapter)

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