Soft temptation

Lou Ruan lowered his eyes, and the mobile phone in his hand silently turned off.

She raised her eyes to look at him, "...why."

Don't you find it troublesome...

They got married just to, tide over the difficulties.

It is possible to be sweeter for grandpa, but he is so busy, there is no need to do this.

Those dark eyes looked over, and her shadow was reflected in the pupils, very small.

She looked at the self in his pupils, until those pupils suddenly bent, and the self in the pupils also changed shape.

"Why?" Xie Yanli said in a normal tone, "Isn't this the case for other people's husbands?"

He paused, and gave an example, "The old man is like this, and so is my dad."

"When I get home from get off work, I always bring some food, flowers, etc., so I don't go home empty-handed."

"But we..." Lou Ruan said in a low voice.

It's different from them.

"It's the same with us." Xie Yanli said calmly, "Lou Ruan, I don't know what your family is like, but ours is like this."

Perhaps because he felt that his tone was too serious, he paused slightly, bent his lips, and softened his tone again, "...you can't just do as the Romans do."

"You also know that I have been number one in everything since I was a child," he said half-jokingly, with his body crooked, "it's the same with being a husband, not to mention being the best, you can't let me do too badly, right?" ?”

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Lou Ruan walked up the steps on fluffy slippers, and Xie Yanli walked in front with one hand in his pocket.

He stepped on the steps and walked up slowly.

Lou Ruan: "..."

She followed behind and thought seriously, so this is a successful person, no matter what they do, they have a strong desire to compete.

Even as a husband.

Also want to be number one in the world, the best, husband.

No wonder when I signed the contract, I brought her a meal in a thermal bag, which was also competitive.

It was to not be overwhelmed by Xie Xing.

Lou Ruan sighed silently.

In addition to having a strong sense of ritual, Young Master Xie also has a really strong competitive spirit.

She walked behind and thought seriously, completely unaware that the people in front had stopped.

"Snapped--"

Lou Ruan charged straight at him.

She let out a low "ow", and raised her hand to cover her forehead, but she didn't expect that someone had already pressed her forehead first.

Xie Yanli lowered his eyes, frowned his dark and delicate brows, and placed his fingertips on the place where she was hit on the forehead, "Here we are, what are you thinking about?"

The fingers that landed on the forehead were slightly cool, and the ice cold fell on the place where she was hit, just right.

His voice fell from above, and it felt very close.

Lou Ruan raised her hand subconsciously, touched his hand lightly with her finger, and retracted it like an electric shock, "...I was thinking about something, but I didn't pay attention."

Seeing that she wanted to press it himself, Xie Yanli withdrew his hand, and he opened the door at hand, "Come in, I have ice cubes here."

She was also going to follow him to see his room.

Lou Ruan covered her forehead and followed in silently.

Xie Yanli's room has a similar layout to hers, but it's just the opposite.

The tone is still simple gray and black and white.

The lamps are all simple silver.

The bed and the office area inside were separated, and the side at hand was made into a sky-high bookshelf.

There is a small ladder in the corner.

Lou Ruan covered her forehead and raised her eyes to take a look. Most of the books on the bookshelf were original works in foreign languages, some in English, some in Russian, and some she couldn't understand.

There seem to be relatively few Chinese books.

Xie Yanli walked to the small refrigerator inside. He opened the small refrigerator with lowered eyes, "Sit whatever you want."

Lou Ruan: "..."

She glanced silently. There were no other chairs in his room except the chair in front of the desk.

She sits wherever she wants, isn't that the only place.

She could only walk inside with her head covered, and said casually, "A lot of books."

Xie Yanli took out some ice cubes and said casually, "Well, you can look at it as you like."

Lou Ruan has already walked to his desk, this man seems to have some obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the desk is also clean and tidy.

Not a single piece of paper is randomly placed outside.

She is really ashamed, every time she paints, the table will be messed up.

She went around and sat down on the chair beside his desk, her eyes fell on the corner of the table.

There are several books neatly placed on the corner of the table, all about art.

She looked at it in surprise, but didn't reach for it, "Do you still read art-related things?"

Xie Yanli came over, holding a small ice pack in his hand, followed her gaze, and said first, "Look up."

Lou Ruan raised his head slowly, reaching out to pick up the ice pack in his hand, "Actually, it's not that serious, it doesn't matter if you don't need ice compresses, it will be fine in a while."

Xie Yanli didn't listen to her, he stood in front of her, looked at the red spot on her forehead, lowered his eyes and pressed down the ice pack on his hand.

"Hiss..." Lou Ruan couldn't help but make a sound.

Thanking the banquet as if he didn't hear it, he turned his head to look at the few books in the corner of the desk, "Well, look."

There was an ice pack on Lou Ruan's forehead, and she was refreshed by the ice. She almost forgot the question she asked just now. She opened her eyes and looked up at him in confusion, "What are you looking at?"

Xie Yanli held an ice pack and looked down at her, "Art book."

Lou Ruan said "Oh", as if he was a little happy, "You have studied a lot."

Xie Yanli nodded lazily, "It's okay."

After a pause, he looked at those books again, as if thinking of something, and said, "Those books are the contents of my college electives, and they are in your college."

Having said that, he let go of his hand slightly, and the ice compress was almost done.

There was a little moisture on Lou Ruan's forehead, and water droplets rolled down her forehead.

A slender hand stretched out, pulled out two sheets of paper from the black napkin box at the corner of the table, and stuck them to the drops of water on her forehead.

The water droplets wet the paper and slightly blocked her view.

Lou Ruan said "Huh", "College elective?"

She reached out to lift off the tissue covering her forehead, inexplicably like lifting a hijab. The moment she opened it, she met Xie Yanli's squinting eyes. She paused for a moment, then turned her head to look at those books, Still didn't reach out to touch it.

She generally doesn't dare to touch other people's things without being clearly stated by others.

Lou Ruan re-read those books, "History of Western Art", "Traditional Chinese Mural Paintings", "Chinese Intangible Heritage Traditional Art and Techniques", "Twenty Lectures on World Masterpieces of Art", "Sketch Tutorial"...

Lou Ruan counted it carefully, and the total score of their elective credits in college is eight points, one course is two points, and the four elective courses are just full of elective credits.

You can choose more than one, but most people don't choose more...

These books add up to more than four elective courses...

She couldn't believe it, and looked at Xie Yanli and asked, "There are so many, did you choose art for all your college electives?"

Because her major is fine arts, except for the necessary ones, she didn't choose fine arts as a subject, and she chose everything else.

Moreover, she moved out in the first semester of her freshman year, and basically didn't go to school except for classes, so she didn't know that Xie Yanli had also attended classes at their college...

She also thought that the Academy of Fine Arts and Xie Yanli were relatively far away and there might be no intersection. She had taken art courses without Xie Banli and often went to them.