Rebirth and revenge, without delaying the kiss of the black-bellied boss

At night, in Han Yangxu's living room, the incandescent light was turned off, while the warm table lamp next to the sofa was shining.

The golden light was projected onto Han Yangxu's entire body. The highlights seemed to be glowing, and the shadows showed a three-dimensional effect.

This scene is just like the movie "Titanic" where the hero paints for the heroine, except...

It's just that at this moment, a man and a woman are alone in a room, and there should be an ambiguous atmosphere, but there is no affectionate gaze between the male and female protagonists in the movie.

Only when Chen Yaxin was painting eyes did she and Han Yangxu stare at each other seriously from time to time.

"Hua, hua, hua..." Chen Yaxin used a pencil to quickly draw the handsome man lying quietly in front of her.

Han Yangxu's skin is very fair. It is because he stays in the computer room without sunlight for a long time. His skin becomes as clear as white jade, and the blue-purple blood vessels are clearly visible.

The muscle lines of the whole body are so beautiful that they seem like jade carved by Nuwa herself. One feels so lucky to have such a thing!

However, Han Yangxu did not look flawless at this moment. He had been beaten, and the bruises on his body looked like mud that had been maliciously stained.

Chen Yaxin looked at the bruises, frowned slightly, bit her lip in dissatisfaction, and couldn't stop feeling heartache and regret in her heart.

She was the type of person who cared about all beautiful things, and thought that such beautiful art had been tarnished by someone, and it would take some time for it to heal.

But Han Yangxu thought Chen Yaxin's expression showed that she felt sorry for him, which made him feel that it was wrong to doubt that Chen Yaxin was not a fan girl who liked him.

Han Yangxu recalled that during the last basketball game, Chen Yaxin boldly confessed to him loudly in front of the crowd, saying "I want him."

And last time when they were painting, Chen Yaxin secretly kissed him while he was asleep, and accidentally fell on top of him.

Based on their private interactions, Han Yangxu guessed that Chen Yaxin was usually reserved in her emotions and was the type of girl who hid her feelings deep in her heart.

He thought that perhaps only in special occasions or under special emotional stimulation would Chen Yaxin boldly express her love.

When Han Yangxu thought about this, he began to think about what method he could use to verify the accuracy of his guess.

Time passed by little by little, and Chen Yaxin's eyes looked at every part of Han Yangxu's body, but she could never see Han Yangxu's special parts.

Now, except for the parts that Han Yangxu is particularly confident about, the rest are basically finished.

Chen Yaxin was a little surprised by this situation. For some reason, she was too embarrassed to look over, which made her scratch her head.

She felt that this was completely unlike herself. When she drew this kind of human body sketch before, she had no shame at all, and she would even stare at it and admire it after she finished.

The sudden feeling of shyness prevented Chen Yaxin from putting pen to paper for a long time, and she could only continue to fill in other parts of the drawing paper.

She thought that maybe it was because Han Yangxu suddenly took off his pants that made her feel shy, or maybe it was because Han Yangxu was more handsome than the models she had drawn before, so...

At this time, Han Yangxu, who was naked, did not fall asleep as he did last time. He was nervous and uncomfortable, with his eyes wide open and alert.

He looked at Chen Yaxin for a long time without even looking at him, thinking that Chen Yaxin was almost done with her painting and didn't need to watch him anymore.

So, still shy, he wanted to put on his pants quickly and asked:

"Are you almost done? Can I get up and get dressed?"

Chen Yaxin hadn't finished drawing yet. She looked at the blank space in the middle, then at Han Yangxu's body that was about to sit up, so she hurriedly stopped him and said:

"Not yet! Keep lying down."

Although Han Yangxu felt embarrassed, he did not forget that the most important goal at this moment was to delay time.

He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that there was still some time before the school's curfew.

Seeing that Chen Yaxin was completely absorbed in painting and not in a hurry at all, he happily agreed:

"Oh alright."

At this time, Chen Yaxin was very anxious, but she forgot the time and was still worried about the blank space, which she couldn't draw.

Chen Yaxin asked Han Yangxu to stop moving, but she still couldn't look at that part directly. She was so anxious that her whole body was hot.

Suddenly, she stood up from the heat, walked to the bathroom and said to Han Yangxu without turning her head:

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Han Yangxu looked at Chen Yaxin's slightly irritated back and was stunned for a moment. He sat up, then took the thin blanket beside the sofa, simply wrapped it around his waist, and walked to the easel curiously.

"Huh? Isn't it finished? It looks pretty good. No! It's not finished yet!" Han Yangxu found something wrong and said in surprise.

Han Yangxu discovered that Chen Yaxin had not painted the part he was proud of at all!

He smiled. He thought that Chen Yaxin looked like she didn't care at all, but it turned out that she was just pretending! It turned out that Chen Yaxin was too shy to even look at him!

Suddenly, Chen Yaxin, who had washed her face in the bathroom and sobered up, came out quickly. She saw Han Yangxu standing in front of the easel and laughing, and she said angrily:

"It's not finished yet! Go back and lie down!"

Han Yangxu stood still, his arms crossed in front of his chest, with a smug look on his face, and teased:

"Hehehe, didn't you say you saw a lot of them in class before? Why don't you dare to look at them now? Are you bragging? Or are you so shy because mine are so great?"

Chen Yaxin was right. She did think Han Yangxu was great, but she wasn't bragging. Not wanting to admit that she was shy, she immediately retorted:

"You're just bragging! You're just average. I... I just like to draw that part last!"

"Heh..." When Han Yangxu heard Chen Yaxin say "it's just so-so", he got so angry that veins popped out and finally he laughed out loud.

He smoothed his already dry hair, raised his eyebrows and smiled, walked back to the sofa, turned around to face Chen Yaxin, and then slowly pulled off the blanket from around his waist.

At this time, Han Yangxu knew that Chen Yaxin was shy, but he lost his shyness and acted very boldly and casually, saying with a playful tone:

"Oh, really? Then I'll see when you can finish it.

That’s right! You must look at the painting carefully, just like you looked at the mole on my face last time.”

Chen Yaxin was so angry at Han Yangxu's shamelessness that she laughed. She thought she must not admit defeat, so she said confidently:

"I know how to draw without you telling me. I can definitely make every hair on your body come alive!"

Han Yangxu lay on his side on the sofa, with a smile on his face as he looked at Chen Yaxin who was pouting because of anger. He thought she was so adorable, as cute as a little goldfish.

The more Han Yangxu watched, the more he liked it and the more excited he became. He was so fascinated that he didn't even realize that a natural reaction had occurred in his body.

At this time, Chen Yaxin walked back to the easel and sat down. She was mentally prepared enough and finally looked up at Han Yangxu's special part.

"Ahhh! You! You!" Chen Yaxin was so frightened by the magical sight before her that she screamed for the second time since she came here today.