The rest of my life will only draw you

Chapter 44 The Extremely Sleepy Senior
Just like yesterday, after finishing the painting class in the morning, He Hen went to the kitchen to pour water.

Because I have to draw greeting cards in the afternoon, the day is getting brighter and the sun is getting bigger and bigger. I am afraid that the painting in the afternoon will be dazzling. When He Hen was pouring tea, Chen Xiaotu worked hard to move the easel to the painting room.

After moving all the things, she sat on the high stool and rested for a while.

After her breath calmed down, Chen Xiaotu saw the four paintings she had drawn yesterday, and she became interested, and put together the morning paintings and the previous ones, wanting to take a photo.

But after the camera clicked, she glanced curiously at a corner of the art room.

what's in that box...

Why did she seem to see herself after turning on the flash?

Driven by curiosity, Chen Xiaotu squatted down and picked up the painting.

After admiring the painting at a glance, Chen Xiaotu was stunned for a moment, then squatted down, picked up the paintings below one by one and began to look at them.

After reading all the paintings in one breath, she stood up and walked to the living room.

He was holding back his anger and wanted to teach someone a lesson, but when he saw He Hen who fell asleep on the sofa at some point, Chen Xiaotu's anger suddenly disappeared.

She pouted, walked to the small coffee table, and sat down on a small sofa.

"What, no wonder it took so long to pour the tea."

"... People who study art are like this."

She muttered a few words, then took a step forward, and squatted down in front of He Hen.

Men are really tired.

Probably... After staying up all night, I forced her to guide her all morning, so now I sleep extraordinarily deeply.

"The eyelashes are too long."

"Browbones are so superior."

"It's been all night, but the skin is still so good."

Chen Xiaotu propped her chin and said a few words, finally bowed her head, smiled, her eyes sparkled, "Senior, if you keep doing this, I will really think that you... fell in love with me at first sight."

"To tell the truth, it's not a fake love at first sight, it's really love at first sight for me, the kind of love at first sight, goodbye, and the kind of love at first sight."

"Ah, but thinking about it, I still feel a little unreal. After all——you are a talented young artist standing on the highest podium and praised by everyone. Such a person likes me, it's a bit..."

Chen Xiaotu laughed softly.

After laughing, she stood up, pulled up the curtains of this room, and then quickly ran to the second canteen.

This guy... probably didn't even eat.

Woke up probably hungry.

The door opened and closed with a creaking sound, and the eyelashes of the man with picturesque eyes trembling slightly on the sofa.
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At around three o'clock in the afternoon, He Hen just woke up like a dream.

Probably because he didn't sleep well, so after sitting up, his hair was raised.

Chen Xiaotu didn't want to laugh at first, but this raised hair——

She laughed out loud.

It's really hilarious.

After being teased, He Hen's eyes regained clarity, he stood up abruptly and rushed to the bathroom.

Three or five minutes later, the painter He Hen, who is reserved and self-restrained, with a dignified release, and a little red eyes, appeared.

"Just... I'm sorry."

"Sleeping too hard, wasting your time."

"How do you say that, what do you mean by wasting time? You have helped me so much, and there is nothing to do when you rest for a while." Chen Xiaotu waved his hand, "Don't talk about it, I'm afraid you will be hungry, so I bought it for you." Do you want something to eat?"

Have you bought anything yet?

He Chen nodded, "Eat, thank you."

Chen Xiaotu smiled and pushed the things she bought in front of He Hen.

I bought some bread and the like, even if it was cold, it would not affect the taste too much.

Seeing that he was eating happily, Chen Xiaotu asked him, "Is it uncomfortable to lie on the sofa?"

"Seeing you shrinking your legs several times, I wanted to move you to the bed, but—senior, you are too tall, I'm afraid I'll throw you."

Speaking of discomfort, He Hen felt a little backache.

"It's a little bit, but it's okay." He was right not to move, he looked at Chen Xiaotu's slender body, and for her his size...may be a piece of iron.

(End of this chapter)