Days dominated by wife-watching demons

"You're going to participate in the provincial competition, aren't you?" Ge Zijie said, pushing open the wooden door with his wrist.

The familiar smell of paint wafted on the tip of An Jing's nose. She squinted her eyes and took a deep breath. Since she was a child, she felt that she was a bit strange. Everyone was disgusted by the pungent smell of paint, but she liked it very much. To the point of fascination.

Mother often carries this smell on her hands.

"AXSY's debut date is set on April [-]nd, and there are still three months to go. During this time, you should try to avoid going out as much as possible. You can use this studio to prepare for your competition after practice."

An Jing, who was being attracted by the well-equipped studio in front of her, turned her attention back to Ge Zijie's voice. She did have the idea of ​​canceling the competition before, but then she couldn't let it go anyway, and kept secretly in the room by herself. Practice, I didn't expect Ge Zijie to notice it.

"Perhaps, is this your own studio?" Speaking of this topic, An Jing obviously became talkative, she turned to look at Ge Zijie, "Can I see your paintings?"

Of course, Ge Zijie would not say no to An Jing's request. She walked quickly and stepped into the room ahead of the others. She was wearing a tailored ascetic suit, which made her seem a bit out of tune with the bold paintings around her. In An Jing's eyes, that seemed to be another kind of crazy impact.

Ge Zijie's method of preserving works is not as particular as imagined. She seems to just put the finished works on the glass shelf at will to dry by herself.

"This is you."

An Jing swore that if Ge Zijie hadn't explained that the painting was of herself, she would never have guessed the correct answer.

She picked up a board, the paint on it was not completely dry, and it was a portrait. The thickly painted blood-red background formed a strong contrast with the light-blond hair of the figure, but the visual effect was surprisingly good. The figure had a white shell The teeth bite the full red lips, thus sinking into a concave mark, and the slightly drooping eyelashes are extremely sexy.

But An Jing didn't think she had ever shown such an expression.

She saw that Ge Zijie's style was completely different from her own. Compared with such aggressive pictures, An Jing was better at or preferred to draw still lifes. She enjoyed the slow and leisurely painting process.

"very nice."

Ge Zijie's expression didn't seem to change much when he got the compliment, he just put the finished work back on the shelf, and suddenly... those calm eyes approached An Jing, and the tips of their noses were about to touch each other. One finger's distance left.

Thanks to An Jing being calm enough, she didn't yell out in fright on the spot. Compared to this, she was actually more afraid that her eyes would become cross-eyed in such a close range.

"Have you ever worn contact lenses?"

Ge Zijie's question was very nonsensical, but An Jing still shook her head seriously, and answered her words, "No."

"Then you have to learn." As he said, Ge Zijie's scent withdrew from the air around An Jing, then raised his hand, bent his index finger and gently rubbed An Jing's eyelashes, "Your eyes are beautiful."

An itchy touch came from the eyelashes, but An Jing didn't dare to move. She wanted to speak, but her throat was tight and her tongue was knotted, making it difficult for her to complete the task.

She warned herself in her heart that this was just an ordinary compliment, so don't take it to heart.

"When taking makeup photos, you need to wear color contact lenses." Ge Zijie didn't notice the ambiguity of the distance and movements, and focused his eyes on An Jing's face. "If you're not used to it, you don't have to wear it on stage."

"I will... work hard to get used to it." The itching was unbearable, An Jing blinked vigorously, and rubbed the eye that Ge Zijie rubbed with her hand.

Ge Zijie looked at the eyelashes that were curled up by An Jing, and her troubled expression, like a poor little girl who dared not fight back after being bullied and could only endure silently, the words in his heart blurted out involuntarily, "Cute."

An Jing stopped rubbing her eyes, mobilized her brain to recall Ge Zijie's words countless times.

It's "nice" not "cute" right!I got it wrong, right!

Wait, even being "cute" isn't necessarily a compliment!I must have misunderstood what the director said.

An Jing's sluggish expression made Ge Zijie smile even more, and added again: "You are very cute."

"……thanks."

"Are you thanking me?"

Just when An Jing was puzzled, Ge Zijie bent down a little, and his eyes were at the same level as An Jing's. Looking at this person's eyebrows and eyes at such a close distance, An Jing felt astonished, with exquisite and three-dimensional facial features, and shallow The dark pupil color, coupled with the woman's own elegant temperament, instantly attracted all her attention.

"what?"

Ge Zijie's brows and eyes were slightly raised, looking quite malicious, but An Jing was fascinated by her contrast, staring blankly at the light-colored vortex that seemed to suck people in, unable to move her eyes away.

Then, as if playing back in slow motion, An Jing saw that Ge Zijie tapped the side of her face lightly with her fingers, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

The pause button was pressed on An Jing's body, and she could even hear the sound of the blood in her body stopping, "Anyang is joking with you this afternoon, the director should not take it to heart."

"Teacher Anyang is right. In my father's country, people do express their gratitude with kisses." Ge Zijie's tone was very serious, without any trace of lying.

"Then can you turn around?"

Just a kiss ceremony is nothing to An Jing, she and An Yang often do this, but the difficulty is that under Ge Zijie's very presence, she only feels scalp numb and can't move at all .

Ge Zijie silently turned his face away.

This situation of not having to look at each other finally made An Jing relax a lot. She pursed her lips and controlled her strength, leaving only a light touch like a feather on Ge Zijie's side face, but she was panicked in her heart, for fear of offending the other party.

"Thank you."

It’s not just about Ge Zijie’s loan of his studio to her. An Jing’s words of gratitude also include a lot. He is a stranger, but Ge Zijie is willing to take risks for his unscratched lottery ticket. An Jing thinks this is a lot of money Thank you beyond words.

She secretly vowed in her heart that no matter what happens in the future, she will never forget that this person once gave herself a ray of sunshine with the warmth under the indifferent shell.

"Thank you too." Ge Zijie's deliberately soft voice was extremely sexy.

An Jing didn't dare to look at her face, all she knew was that her warm and broad hands caressed her cheeks, and before she could blink, a warm and soft touch was attached to her lips.

"Thank you for being found by me."

If An Jing can barely maintain her sanity in the "cute" sentence just now, the current situation has destroyed her so much that her brain can be directly shut down.

It's a kiss... right?

Director, she kissed herself?

Is it real or is it a dream.

The touch didn't last long, Ge Zijie quickly took An Jing's hand again, kissed it, and then said in a pure British accent that An Jing could only hear in movies: "Thank you, myangel."

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