Mr. He’s Daily Affections

... Pei Yuanchen stared at her, and after a while he gritted his teeth and said, Hurry up and paint your painting. Don't forget, I only give you ten minutes.

He asked her this question because he was out of his mind.

But Ziyi asked reluctantly: Uncle Xiaobao, are you really being hunted by your enemies? That's why you don't want to be with me, right?

Pei Yuanchen sneered: He Ziyi, you have watched too many movies.

But you obviously like me, why don't you want to be with me. Ziyi was a little angry.

I've said it before, because I don't want to be responsible, and eldest lady, you are like a piece of brown sugar. Once you get it, you can't get rid of it. He snorted.

No, I've never asked you to take responsibility. Ziyi felt aggrieved.

She knew what it meant to be responsible, but he didn't want to marry her.

But if you don't get married, you won't get married. She never thought this was a problem.

Since she was a child, no one told her that she must find someone to marry. The most common thing her mother said to her was, as long as you are happy, baby.

Pei Yuanchen looked at her puzzled and aggrieved eyes, and his heart suddenly throbbed.

He took a deep breath and said hoarsely: Do you still want to paint?

Ziyi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was forced back by Pei Yuanchen's stern gaze.

...I'll change the drawing paper. Ziyi said sadly, walked to the easel, took down the previous work, threw it on the ground as usual, and then picked up a new drawing paper and pasted it on it.

Pei Yuanchen turned his eyes and saw the painting she threw on the ground.

It was also a sketch, of a man's back.

His eyes darkened.

Ziyi noticed his gaze, stuck out her tongue and explained: That was what I drew last night... I wanted to draw you, but I gave up halfway through the painting...

Pei Yuanchen's face was still expressionless, but his hands couldn't help but tighten.

What do you need me to do? His voice was slightly hoarse.

Ziyi pasted the drawing paper, then walked up to him and whispered: Take off your coat first...

Pei Yuanchen glanced at her, snorted, unbuttoned his coat, and took it off.

It was early autumn weather, and he was only wearing a shirt under his coat.

The shirt is made of fine quality and fits closely to the man's muscle lines, making it snug yet crisp.

The man's shoulders are very broad and the shoulder lines are just right. For Ziyi, it is simply pleasing to the eye.

Painting pays great attention to proportion, and Ziyi is naturally sensitive in this aspect.

A figure with excellent proportions is definitely a visual pleasure for her.

Her eyes kept moving from his shoulders to his waistline, and then down to admire the man's long legs.

After admiring it, she walked around again from bottom to top, and finally her eyes landed on his Adam's apple.

His Adam's apple rolled, making a sexy rolling sound.

Ziyi's heartbeat was racing and she suddenly felt a little nervous.

She finally laid her eyes on his face.

Pei Yuanchen's face remained expressionless, but his light blue eyes turned darker again.

He Ziyi, have you seen enough? He said hoarsely, as if he was suppressing something.

Ziyi stuck out her tongue in embarrassment: Uncle Xiaobao, you have such a good figure.

You tell me. Pei Yuanchen snorted coldly, Also, one-third of the ten minutes have passed.

...This woman actually stared at him stupidly, which made him feel angry.