Chapter 58 、58

After Zong Qi said this, Yu Chenxue stopped on the spot, with a half-smile, and took the time to watch him take off. There is a kind of “if you don’t move,? I will come over and help you right away”.

Zong Qi: “…”

Forget it,? At first, the lowest limit he could accept was to wear a pair of underwear. Now he is not only wearing underwear, but also a shirt, so he must have made money.

So Zong Qi bent down slowly, lifted the hem of his shirt, and pulled off the cropped trousers bit by bit.

It’s really embarrassing to take off your pants in front of others, Zong Qi can even feel the cold eyes of the other party brushing over him, as long as he thinks of this, his whole body begins to glow again.

From Yu Chenxue’s point of view, the black-haired young man’s movements reveal a section of his back that is white and full of resilience. After removing the eye-catching trousers, the two slender long legs are fully exposed in the air. From the straight calf to the thigh, they are tall and beautiful, without a trace of excess fat.

Yu Chenxue looked at the work of art with eyes, without any emotion, scanning from top to bottom carefully, until he saw Zong Qi curling up his toes impatiently, he gave a chuckle.

“Don’t be so reserved, it’s beautiful.”

It is indeed beautiful.

There is nothing more beautiful,? more perfect white paper.

Just watching,? Yu Chenxue couldn’t restrain his joy.

“Um…thank you for the compliment?”

Facing the inexplicably aggressive gaze of the other party, Zong Qi tugged at the hem of his clothes uneasily, trying hard to cover up his embarrassment and abnormality.

Although the shirt is longer than normal, it only covers the middle of his thighs, and with a little movement, he can lift it up to see his waist and abdomen. So now Zong Qi is trying to pull and pull, hoping to pull the shirt even lower.

Just as he was struggling with the shirt on his body, a light shadow suddenly fell over his head.

Immediately afterwards, a hand filled with a slightly cold breath stretched out, obviously without any extra smell, but Zong Qi always felt that it fit together with the fragrance-free body wash he was using, making people blush for no reason.

“Don’t move, I’ll help you pull it down a little.”

The professor of psychology lowered his head, and put his slender fingers on the collar of the young man’s snow-white shirt, smoothing out the folds that had been accidentally opened. Immediately, he loosened his strength, and before Zong Qi could react, he undid the first two transparent buttons.

Immediately, the shirt that had just stood up to the neck suddenly became loose, revealing the delicate collarbone and most of the shoulders below, and at the same time successfully let the clothes fall down a little.

In addition, Zong Qi’s hair was still not dried, and the ends were still dripping down, falling onto the shirt, outlining transparent and sticky water marks.

Zong Qi: “…”

Feeling the chill on his shoulders, he felt something was wrong.

Sensing the tightness of the skin under his hands, Yu Chenxue explained: “Wait a minute, I need to adjust to the feeling I want.”

“If it’s cold, tell me and I’ll turn up the air conditioner.”

So Zong Qi allowed the other party to toss with a numb face, and finally after several adjustments, Yu Chenxue’s furrowed eyebrows finally relaxed. Take him to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The place was empty at first, but now there is a thick snow-white velvet cushion with some scattered white gemstones on it, inexplicably reminiscent of a warm cat’s nest next to the curtains.

Zong Qi followed his strength and sat down, bent one leg, stretched the other leg on the mat, propped his hands on his sides, and arched his back slightly.

“Just pick a pose you like, relax, you’re perfect.”

Yu Chenxue smiled.

He picked up Zong Qi’s side hair.

“What do you want to drink? It may take about ten minutes to start writing.”

The psychology professor casually unwrapped a pack of brand-new brushes and looked down at the time.

Others who are a little familiar with this cutting-edge artist may be surprised to see this scene.

Yu Chenxue seldom draws portraits of people, and even less disdains to draw portraits of people.

For example, some stupid old man who was once called his savior mentioned it at the time. The next day, he sent a copy of “The Death of Shardan Napal” to him, and it is said that the speaker of the black party was very angry.

Zong Qi: “It’s all right.”

Since he said that he could choose the posture he likes, Zong Qi put his legs together and did it obediently like a primary school student. Speaking of which, he had long ago decided to abandon his status as an actor who was a “beating worker” and change his code name to “primary school student”, which sounded quite appropriate.

“It’s not suitable to drink tea at night, so drink milk.”

So Zong Qi watched Yu Chenxue press twice on his phone, and remotely called the kitchen to prepare for him.

After a while, there was a creaking sound in the corridor.

An intelligent robot holds a tray with warm white milk and black coffee.

Zong Qi’s eyes swept over the intelligent robot curiously, watching the signal lights on its head buzzing and flashing.

“It can only do simple things.”

Yu Chenxue said lightly: “For example, hot meals, such as delivering coffee.”

He brought the milk to Zong Qi, indicating that he could put the cup on the low stool beside him if he couldn’t finish it.

“It’s almost eight o’clock now, draw for an hour, and at nine o’clock I will give you a shallow sleep aid, and you can go back to sleep after finishing.”

“Okay, thank you Professor Yu.”

The professor of psychology watched condescendingly as the brunette picked up the milk, which he sipped with his head down.

From his angle, he could see a group of hairy black heads, thin shoulders, and the deep red that was outlined along the clothes to the depths.

Originally it was just a casual mention for the purpose of getting closer, but now Yu Chenxue finally has a real desire to paint.

He doesn’t know what color this blank paper will be dyed by him in the future, so wouldn’t it be better to use this to preserve the current scene?

Just like innocent sacrifices being dragged to the altar, ignorant and ignorant, completely unaware of their own fate of sacrifice. Happily pure and beautiful,

“Has anyone ever said that Xiao Qi is actually very suitable for tattoos?”

In fact, Yu Chenxue wanted to say that this body should be more suitable for painting, but he turned a corner in the middle of the sentence and used a more tactful way.

“?”

Zong Qi put down the milk and licked the milk froth on his lips, “No, I’m afraid of pain, so I won’t get tattooed.”

Yu Chenxue smiled and said nothing, did not continue the topic, and changed the topic: “Are you ready, we can almost start.”

 …

It may be that the air conditioner and heating were turned on too high, and Zong Qi felt a little hot after sitting on the mat for a while.

So he moved secretly, and raised his eyes to see Yu Chenxue who was standing not far away.

Strange to say, Yu Chenxue really doesn’t look hot at all.

The buttons on his body were buttoned neatly from the first one, and the cuffs were half rolled up as usual, with a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, white hair resting on his shoulders. Occasionally looking up at him, his eyes were inexplicably sharp.

Seeing that Yu Chenxue didn’t respond, Zong Qi secretly stretched out his hand and took a sip of the cold milk.

Being a model is really bad. Not only do you have to take off your clothes, but you can’t play with your phone.

Zong Qixiang, fortunately only this time, there is no next time.

Yu Chenxue’s painting speed is very fast, but this time he deliberately painted seriously, so he slowed down a lot, and only drew an outline in an hour.

In fact, he doesn’t really need a model, and most of the time he can engrave the picture and outline in his mind with just a glance. In addition, he is very serious when working, as long as he is not distracted, he seldom pays attention to the big changes around him, so he didn’t notice that Zong Qi had changed from sitting to lying down, and finally lying on his stomach.

After playing the Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor for more than four times, he put away his pen contentedly. When he turned his head, he found that Zong Qi was lying down and playing with his fingers in boredom. .

“Let’s go here this time.”

The professor of psychology laughed and put the pen back in the pen holder.

“what?”

Zong Qi was awakened suddenly, sat up straight suddenly, his eyes were round, covered with a layer of mist that did not wake up.

“Wait, is there a next time?”

“Yeah.” Yu Chenxue said in a good mood: “An oil painting is at least twelve hours long, and some paintings last for a year or two. I will notify you in advance before I come next time, or you can eat whatever you want. Send it to me in advance.”

One or two years? !

Zong Qi was stunned.

Thinking that he had to come to Professor Yu for a year in a row, Zong Qi felt that he was really at a loss. Generally this kind of mannequins are very expensive!

“But this painting doesn’t need to be so long, maybe three or four more times will be enough.” Yu Chenxue turned the drawing board over, “Since you are sleepy, do you still need sleep aid?”

Zong Qi stood up from the mat according to his words, and stepped barefoot on the clean solid wood floor.

He thought about it seriously.

Originally, Zong Qi never felt that he had any sleep disorders. The last time it was because Xiaohong and Araki were too noisy, this time it was because they stayed up late to edit the film, all of which were objective reasons, not to mention insomnia.

But when he thought that he had been a mannequin for Yu Chenxue for free for so long, he only ate two meals at most, and considering Yu Chenxue’s position, the price of a sleep aid should be very expensive.

Based on the principle of never losing money, Zong Qi hesitated: “Will it take a long time?”

“No need.” Yu Chenxue said lightly: “It’s just that if the effect is too good, you may fall asleep directly.”

Zong Qi got excited: “It’s so magical? Is it hypnosis? It’s the kind where I stare at my pocket watch without blinking, and then you count one, two, three, and you can control me.”

Yu Chenxue gave him a loving look: “Stop watching movies, sleep aid is different from hypnosis.”

“That kind of deep hypnosis is difficult to achieve unless people give hints to people for a long time, or supplement it with mental stimulation therapy to implant subconsciousness and hypnotic instructions into people’s minds.”

Zong Qi: “…”

He felt that if it weren’t so magical, maybe his plan would have to be exhausted.

After being awakened, he is now extraordinarily excited.

When Yu Chenxue was painting just now, Zong Qi had been thinking about what method he should use to find out his identity as another actor.

Although Zong Qi also wanted to rush forward and say what a coincidence, you are also an actor, and so am I, but obviously, except for the director, no one can equate Yu Chenxue with an artist for the time being.

So Zong Qi originally thought that when it was time to hypnotize, he would confide in a logical way and connect with Professor Yu smoothly.

“You just need to relax and follow my voice, and that’s it.”

Zong Qi nodded obediently.

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