Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

Hearing Qinghe's words, he didn't say anything, but asked another question: "What should I do next?" His eyes fell on the camera not far away, "Actually, I usually take pictures of others, and I never Never been a model."

"So you know how to take pictures?" Qing He thought it was very good.If only Peter could be a model while taking pictures, and she could just reap the benefits of fishing with her hands free...

Peter nodded.

"It's amazing." Qinghe said while adjusting the camera values, "Unlike me, I don't know anything."

Peter quickly said that it was all right, he observed the expression on Qing He's face, "...I can teach you."

"If you have time later."

Qinghe looked at the damn fool planning book again, she is not worthy, she is not interested in photography at all.

It seems that whether this photography assignment can pass or not depends on whether the model can pose.After all, you know her three-legged cat photography skills.

Although Peter's body is indeed in good shape, but...

Various positions and poses were used to take many pictures, but Qinghe felt unsatisfied.

Definitely not a device issue!The spotlight here and the camera in her hand are working normally.

If you take that kind of photos after exercising, it should be very natural and beautiful, right?Qinghe couldn't help but think of the appearance of that kind of bodybuilder after exercising.

Oh, it must be sweating, right?

But it's impossible to push Peter to the playground ten laps just because you want to take a photo, right?This is so unreasonable.

Or sprinkle some water to simulate that feeling?

Qinghe put forward the suggestion straightforwardly, and Peter immediately agreed.

However, the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny. Qinghe himself practiced what is called handicap.

"Sprinkling water is still a bit too unnatural..." Qing He looked at the negatives in the camera and muttered.

Her delicate eyebrows and eyes should be carefree, but at this moment they are full of sorrow.

"How about getting some massage oil?" Peter glanced at the photos scribbled. "Massage oil will be more natural than water."

Somehow, he's a little weird today.Always say the wrong thing - why so nervous in front of her?What's more, even the eyes will always turn to her inadvertently.It's as if he is a magnet, and there is another magnet hidden in the other party's body that is silently attracting him.

At this time, the two of them were relatively close.Qinghe is also wearing light clothes today, after all, it will be very hot in summer.Her smooth black hair was tied into a bun, but some fragments still didn't obey the order of the hair tie and fell to the back of her neck.The earnest emotion contained in her eyes is hidden under her long black eyelashes, which makes people feel a little unreal.

Her expression at the moment was extremely focused, and Peter was looking at it a little absorbedly, but who would have thought that she would suddenly turn her head, and Peter quickly looked away.He didn't know why he was so guilty.

"Okay." Qinghe agreed, but she started to get stuck again, "But I don't have massage oil..."

The girl's eyes sparkled again after a moment of dimness.She remembered that she had a small bottle of hair oil in her bag.

"Without massage oil, is hair oil ok? I haven't tried it yet."

"Oh...um!"

Anyway, she had been standing for a long time, and she was a little tired. While Peter was rubbing oil on herself, she silently moved a stool and sat down, watching him rub it.

Peter lightly pressed the pump head that came with the essential oil, and squeezed a few drops into the palm of his hand.He was going to start wiping from the shoulders first.

The shoulders are wiped off, but the back is still out of reach.

Qinghe was in a mood of helping others, and stood up, "Why don't I help you? This way is more efficient and can be done quickly."

Qinghe stepped forward and snatched the essential oil from Peter's hand, and the other party didn't agree until then.

Don't get me wrong, she has absolutely no evil intentions.

Qinghe swears that when she said she wanted to help Peter, she didn't think that much at all, mainly because she felt that this homework was done early and she would be born early.But I didn't know until I got started that this is still a bit worse than my imagination.

Even for men, these parts that have been covered by clothes all year round are still very soft, and Peter's skin is a little whiter than his face, which still looks very pleasing to the eye.

But Peter was secretly nervous—

She discovered this from the moment Qinghe squeezed her essential oil into the palm of her hand, and then quickly spread it on him, the second the palm touched his skin.

Because the boy froze for a moment.

Seeing that Peter didn't say anything, Qing He didn't take it seriously, and continued to touch it.

If you're not afraid, it's like a whole set of horse killing for him.

Things are always done step by step, no, Qing He's movements are quite fast, and she soon reached her waist.

But after Qing He touched the essential oil, the young man couldn't help but flinch.

This is of course human nature - who would not react if touched rashly?

In this regard, she expressed her extreme understanding.

Qinghe finished painting the back with three strokes, five strokes, and two strokes, and then she felt something was wrong.

Although she wanted to kill him, but the quiet atmosphere now felt a bit strange.

Even though she had tried her best not to focus her eyes on the young man, sometimes her eyes would not follow the orders given by her brain.Just like now, her gaze will always catch the two /red/ tassels on the other's //chest/.

Facing it so directly, I didn't think about it at first, but now some indescribable thoughts flooded into my brain like a tide.

The girl bit her lip, telling herself in her heart not to be dazzled by the beauty in front of her eyes.

Under this kind of thinking, her movements were not as fast as before, but rather cautious.

The butterfly effect softened Qinghe's movements.

It's not like killing a chicken at all, it's like... like stroking.

The severity of this movement, like a kitten scratching its itch, made Peter's heart scratch and itch for no reason, making him feel anxious——

Qinghe did think about touching his abdominal muscles, but she never thought that it would be under such circumstances.

It made her feel embarrassed to start.

What's more, the distance between the two people is so close, without the cover of clothing, Qinghe can clearly see that Peter's //chest/chest/ is rising and falling with his breathing, and it is gradually getting heavier.

"Or," Peter said, "I'd better do it myself."

The boy's voice was rarely hoarse, scratching at the tip of her heart like a feather.

Qing He looked up at him, even though Peter's face wasn't red now, she still instinctively felt something was different.

She stared at him earnestly, and finally found out the difference from his seemingly calm face.

The girl was still hesitating whether she wanted to continue, she only moved her half-hanging hand, and when it was only one or two fingers away from Peter's belly/belly/place/, the other party quickly grabbed Qinghe Luo's exposed Wrist, and the latter is only now really feeling the heat of his palm, as if he will be burned if he continues like this.

The girl curled up her fingertips.

"Okay... okay," the girl's tone rose, and she used this to cover up her emotions, trying to ignore the deep atmosphere at the moment, "I'll wait for you."

Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and the act of oiling did add a lot to the photo.

Qinghe counted the number of photos, no matter how poor her photography skills were, picking five out of them for homework would still be enough!She was about to turn off the camera when she heard Peter suddenly say, "Can I take two pictures for you?"

Qinghe was surprised by the boy's request, but she instinctively rejected taking pictures.

If there were some photos left in this world, wouldn't those photos—her face in those photos—still remain in this world when she left this world?

Well, if one day someone asks who is the person in this photo, if they can't answer, they will feel embarrassed and suspicious, right?

Because the photos taken deliberately, even if they are not important, will leave some memories.

"You don't have to //undress/clothes/clothes/ when you're a model," Peter added.

Qinghe just wanted to say "no need", but it was hard to refuse when he was stared at by his beautiful eyes.

After thinking about it, she replied, "Okay...but only one photo is allowed!"

Qinghe walked out of this studio, the light in the corridor was actually better.

She really doesn't like to take pictures, so she made a simple pose comparison - she leaned against the wall outside the studio door, and made a gesture of scissors with a smile on her face.The painting hanging on the wall is called "Women in the Garden", but it is only a small reproduction.

The flashes went on and off, and Peter handed her the camera and said, "Not bad, is it? I actually have a camera myself, and I like to take pictures of the interesting things I see."

Qinghe took a look.In fact, she has always known that under the influence of world consciousness, her appearance is indeed too attractive and too shining.However, because of the few times she took pictures, it was only at this time that she saw the so-called "self in the eyes of others".

Intense and colorful.

Qing He said affirmatively, and then said: "Thank you, Peter."

By the time the two of them walked out of here side by side, it was completely dark, and even when they looked up, they could see stars twinkling in the dark blue night.

Holding the camera in his hands, Qinghe lightly pressed the button next to it with his fingertips.In this way, the results of the shooting just now appeared beautifully in front of her eyes.

She didn't believe it anymore, couldn't this level stop the mouth of an overly strict professor?

Although it was such a difficult task as soon as I came to this world, fortunately, it has been perfectly handled now.

Qinghe thought happily.

All thanks to Peter -

The girl turned her eyes to him.It doesn't matter if you don't look at him, but when you turn to look at him, you just meet his gaze.

Peter also seemed to be silently observing her.

Of course Qinghe will not forget about the reward, so she explained, "Why don't I treat you to dinner first, it's just time for dinner. I'll bring you Lego next time, but I forgot to bring it today."

Peter thought she had mistakenly thought that he was urging the reward, and quickly said, "It doesn't matter if you give it to me next time! As for the dinner, there is no need for it. Aunt Mei is still waiting for me to go home."

Even though he said that, he didn't know whether Aunt Mei was at home or not.Although it was indeed because of Lego that he responded to her request for help at the beginning, but now he feels that it is far from that simple.

Because the girl's face was really familiar, this feeling of not remembering was like a thorn in his heart, as if he had forgotten something very important.He had to investigate secretly.

Most of all, he remembered that he seemed to hear Harry's name that night... But Harry hasn't been back to New York for almost eight years, how is this possible?

"No excuses, you did me a big favor today, I should treat you to dinner." Qinghe said, maybe because she didn't connect the brunette boy beside her with the "suiter" in this world, so she His posture seemed very relaxed, and he had a bit of a bad taste.

For some inexplicable reason, Qing He unintentionally suggested: "Otherwise? In order to bring the distance between the two of us closer, why don't you call me Senior Sister and I'll call you Junior Brother?"

It was all said to this point, even though Peter had some reasons that he couldn't say, he couldn't refuse.

However, it was the first time he heard the kind of request that Qinghe made in the next sentence...

Peter stared at the girl for a moment, as if trying to see what she meant.

But there was no superfluous expression on the girl's face, and there was a relaxed smile on her beautiful face.

Seeing Peter's delay in speaking, Qing He couldn't help but examine what he had just said.Is it too much?After all, she is still a college student in this world, and Peter is still in high school, so isn't he the younger brother?

The young man showed a gentle smile, and in order to cover up something in the next second, he stepped forward and proposed to Qinghe: "Why don't you give me the camera? It's a bit heavy."

"...Sister."

The young man's words of senior sister were not very loud, but when the wind that was as gentle as his smile was blown into Qinghe's ears at night, it really made her feel a little sweet.

Although Peter's sentence indicated that he was proposing, his actions did not mean that.

He directly took the heavy camera away from Qinghe's hand, and hung it around his neck instead.

At the moment when the black-haired girl was staring at him in a daze, Peter said again——

"that……"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

The author has something to say: Blurrybodies but you're on my mind

- "Reforget" Lauv

Indistinct body but you can't get out of my mind.