Chapter 162: Chapter eight he wants her to be his model

Yingshan.
You Yan did not expect that the place where he was going to come was this hill located at the back of the school.
"It's very suitable here first, then what." She murmured along the way.
The distance between them was enough for him to hear her clearly.
Gu Yebai's five fingers flexed slightly, well, it turned out that hitting people can also be addictive, he just wanted to beat her all over to find a bag.
Traveling to the mountainside, the dawn breaks in the east, and dazzling rays of light come across.
You Yan was obsessed with it, and it took me a while to remember that someone might have gone far away, for a moment, anxious, and looked around, but when Gu Yebai was standing not far away. The sunlight reflected on him, as if coated with a thin layer of gold, as luxurious as a in ancient Greek mythology.
It's not that boys who haven't seen Gao Leng. However, how can this person in front of me say that the coldness on his body is not a deliberate dress, it is revealed from the bones little by little, looking proud and lonely.
You Yan was suddenly surprised, but it was just a person she had just met, and she had no reason to define him.
She and he seemed to know each other, but his features were always indistinct in her mind, and cluttered fringe and thick frames separated him from her. There was a dangerous breath on the boy's body, knowing that he could not approach, but could not exclude it.
Seeing Gu Yebai's footsteps moving, he patted his head in imagination, and quickly followed.
At the top of the mountain, I saw a full set of drawing tools, drawing boards, stands, drawing paper, charcoal, paint, dials, and even a small bucket of clear water lying in the green grass.
At this time she understood something, what did Gu Yebai do here.
"You just throw it like this, aren't you afraid that something will be stolen?" She asked. This was a strange boy.
"Stolen, you can't get much value if you steal it."
She glamorously said, "Yes, they can only be decayed into magic by the right people, such as you."
You can't go wrong with more flattering. Besides, this person's painting is really surprising. However, she gave him a glance at him, why was he still unknown? Such painting skills are not inferior to Wei Zijian, reputed to be the first in the school.
Wei Zijian remembered the healthy figure on the court. Her face was hot and she poked her face.
"Remember who?"
This man's eyes are so poisonous! Youyan busy busy covering: "What do you say"
"Oh, it's my fault."
His voice was rude and cold.
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You talk for a while and you do n’t know how to respond.
"Sit down there."
"Do you want me to be your model?" You Yan asked with a little surprise.
"Ok."
"This is the first time I have been a model for someone else. Can I still be like this?"
Her distraught tone let him faint away. Displeased? Why not pleased? For the flushing on her face, who remembered her? Gu Yebai suddenly felt inexplicable irritability. After a while, he slowly spoke: "The most important thing for a model is that the features and shape are outstanding. If you don't choose a good-looking one, you can find an ugly one."
Youyan was angry, strangled a life, grabbed a mop and threw it at him.
The weapon's lethality was weak, and her strength was not enough, to no avail.
Gu Yebai did not raise his eyelids, "Do you know what death means?"
You Yan was hit again, staring fiercely.
"There is an expression on my face, and it has finally improved."
Hearing words, decided not to compete with the bitch.
For a long while, when he didn't see his writing, she was slightly puzzled, "Gu Yebai, is it okay for me to do this?"
Gu Yebai seemed to be waiting for her self-introduction. "You're finally smart."
Youyan decided to shut up.
"Use the posture you think is the most relaxed in your daily life," he ordered.
You Yan was careful about his liver and bangs, and said negatively, "You are the most relaxed."
She said she leaned back against the stone.
"It's easiest to fall asleep, Mr. Gu Yebai, Miss Lu Youyan, she's already asleep, don't bother."
This time he didn't hit her, a rustle came from the air, and he disappeared quickly. He was angry? Uneasy in her heart, she opened one of her eyes secretly and bumped her eyes.
Ahead, he was watching her quietly, his eyes focused, and the thin, moist flow of ink in his eyes, like a whirlpool, instantly sucked her in.
His hands were slender and beautiful, his nail covers were pale rosy, his bones were clear, his skin was white and slender, and the charcoal was clipped in. He was carefully drawing her outline on the paper. You Yan swallowed her mouth, her heartbeat froze slightly.