It doesn’t matter if my confession is rejected, I still have three more days left.

Chapter 142 Not now

Just as Jiang Li accurately predicted after careful consideration, in front of his move, although a blush quietly spread on the little rich woman's cheeks, and a trace of imperceptible coyness and shyness appeared in her eyes, she still felt that His bright and firm eyes showed no sign of resistance.

Her state of mind was like water, with slight waves on the surface, but inside it was as quiet as a lake, and she calmly accepted this seemingly abrupt behavior.

Jiang Li's fingers were like a delicate and agile paintbrush, gently traveling on the little rich woman's thigh, as if slowly unfolding a vivid and vivid picture of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" on a unique piece of rice paper.

He touched carefully, as if he had poured deep emotion and respect into every detail when painting, while the little rich woman just sat quietly, letting this unique artistic creation flow and bloom on her body, even though the painting The story is bustling and lively, but her heart is as calm as still water, enjoying this unique experience.

Finally, Xia Mu couldn't bear it anymore.

It was the first time that she was treated like this, and the strange feeling transmitted through her body made her heart tremble.

"Senior, it's itchy."

Perhaps it was because Jiang Li's painting of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was so good that the little rich woman couldn't help but let out a soft and amazing cry. She immediately realized that her behavior was unruly, and quickly covered her rosy lips with a pair of white and delicate palms. The blush that quietly spread to her cheeks was like peach blossoms under the sunset, adding a bit of shy beauty.

Jiang Li looked at this scene with a faint yet satisfied smile on his lips. He was immersed in the pleasure brought by this creation and continued to enjoy the silky feeling brought by the contact between his fingertips and his thighs, as if every line was the vitality flowing from his fingers.

However, the only thing that made Jiang Li feel a little regretful was that the weather was getting cooler at this moment, so the little rich woman would naturally not choose to wear shorts or a short skirt with bare legs. This made Jiang Li couldn't help but miss those warm days, when her slender and elastic legs shone alluringly in the sun.

Despite this, Jiang Li could still feel the indescribable and beautiful touch even though he was separated by a layer of clothing.

He couldn't help but imagine that if he directly touched the delicate and smooth skin, the feeling would be so intoxicating that he could not extricate himself.

It feels so good through the pants, but my bare legs still feel so slippery?

The little rich woman frowned slightly and glanced at Jiang Li beside her with a stern face.

Although she felt itchy deep down in her heart, as if she had been lightly scratched by a cat's paw, and an indescribable emotion quietly grew in her heart, she still tried her best to maintain her composure and arrogance on the surface.

Jiang Li, the person who made her heart beat inexplicably faster, was sitting there, as calm and composed as ever, as if he was unfazed by everything around him.

Her eyes lingered on him. If it had been a different time and place - for example, there would not be such a depressing campus environment full of youthful restlessness, and there would not be those classmates who might cast curious glances at any time.

She might really be unable to suppress the throbbing in her heart, and shyly but boldly press her ear to his ear, using a volume that only he could hear.

Keep talking, keep talking.

The little rich woman said with a hint of coquettishness and half feigned anger: "Huh, senior, you clearly did it on purpose!"

Jiang Li chuckled and nodded wildly.

The little rich woman was a little helpless.

Seniors are too shameless sometimes.

"Ignore you, I'm going to take a nap!"

After saying this, Xia Muke gently lowered her head like a tired lily and leaned on the table silently. She deliberately avoided meeting Jiang Li's eyes, knowing full well that another look at that person would With his deep eyes, I was afraid that I would be unable to control my emotions, and my mind would be flooded.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings lightly closing, trying to isolate all the disturbances from the outside world and start a short but precious lunch break. However, no matter how hard she tried to fall asleep, the big hand on her leg seemed to have an indescribable power, arbitrarily stirring up her nerve endings, like a wave of ripples that could not be calmed down. There were waves in her heart.

Although she tried her best to suppress the throbbing in her heart, the rude and hot hands were like a naughty child, challenging the bottom line of her patience again and again, forcefully pulling her back to reality from the edge of slipping into a dream.

In desperation, she couldn't suppress the curiosity and entanglement in her heart. She quietly and carefully opened her eyes, and her eyes couldn't help but follow Jiang Li's big hand that roamed freely on her legs.

Those hands were broad and powerful, and every tiny movement seemed to contain incomparable emotional heat, making her heart beat faster and her cheeks stained with a faint blush.

At this moment, she seemed to be involved in a whirlpool of emotion and reason. She wanted to escape but was eager to immerse herself in it.

At this time, Xia Muke was very troubled.

Senior always teases her when there are many people.

For example, now, when so many classmates are around, I do this kind of small action.

Another example is like before, when he was playing with others, he also teased himself intentionally or unintentionally in front of other young ladies.

Even so, it made her feel excited.

But what she hates most is movies where other people are involved in the plot.

Of course, she doesn't like movies that contain her sister's hot words.

But other times, she still likes to be alone with Jiang Li.

Unfortunately, this opportunity has never been available.

In this way, in the quiet and slightly tense afternoon, the two seemed to be drawn by an invisible tacit understanding, each maintaining a mysterious posture, both lying on the spacious sandalwood table and pretending to be asleep.

Sunlight shines into the room through the carved window lattice, and the light and shadow are dappled, making the scene full of dramatic tranquility.

One of them holds a delicate wolf brush in his hand. Although his eyes appear to be closed, he is actually full of energy and is concentrating on his creation of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

His brushstrokes roam on the rice paper, flowing freely like rivers and lakes. Every detail is carefully outlined, vividly reproducing the hustle and bustle of the bustling city and various aspects of life.

Next to him, the little rich woman was lying there quietly. On the surface, she seemed to be indulging in the laziness of the afternoon, but in fact, her cunning eyes quietly opened a slit, secretly observing each other's every move. .

Her eyes were as focused and agile as a cat catching a mouse, never leaving the figure who was immersed in painting the scroll.

At this moment, just as the key part of the Qingming Festival Along the River was about to be completed, the little rich woman suddenly seemed to feel some subtle changes in the atmosphere, and subconsciously made an action - she clamped her legs tightly, In a tactful yet resolute way, he successfully prevented any further actions that Jiang Li might make.

"Senior, you can't do it now."

(End of this chapter)