Come on Darling

Ai Xiaoye draws up sketches and does post-processing, and Juliano helps her draw the line drafts. The division of labor and collaboration is really amazing. Having been busy at six o'clock in the afternoon, Ai Xiaoye has not felt tired yet.

However, the overall speed has not improved much-the current serialization quality is also the result of Ai Xiaoye's compromise with speed. Now with Julian's help, she has a lot of time, and she just happens to be able to further conceive and adjust. After drawing cartoons for three or four years, this is the first time Ai Xiaoye has the feeling of breaking through the cage. It seems that there is no need to compromise on things such as efficiency, and he can express what he wants in the most ideal way.

She was holding the hot milk tea in the space between checking the draft and thinking about being satisfied. No wonder men want good help from the inside. There is no worries and there are people from the side to help. It feels really good. It feels like a pair of wings are on and you are busy. I just don’t want to stop...I’m so happy to be a manga artist!

The light outside also dimmed, and Julian got up and turned on the light.

The room is a little messy, but it doesn't make people feel uncomfortable there. On the contrary, there is a very warm sense of home. Ai Xiaoye is checking the finished manuscript, holding the dumpling pillow in her arms and resting her elbows on it loosely. I can see that my body is slightly hot after being busy. Although she could not detect it herself, she had actually overdrawn her strength. Her cheeks, which had been white because of her house, were flushing, and her eyes were wet, so relaxed that she was almost confused.

She has almost no self-consciousness as a woman that is weaker than a man, but at this moment she rarely reveals a tender, delicious and defenseless femininity. I don't know whether to say that it is pitiful or tempting.

Julian originally planned to turn on the lights quietly and make dinner for her first. At this moment, I don't want to go anymore.

As a member of the most powerful fighting race in the known universe, he is almost physiologically flawless. It is not a lie to say to Ai Xiaoye that "you don't need to eat"-the combat power has reached S grade, and the energy intake through food is already insignificant. But at this moment, he was slightly hungry and thirsty.

Of course he knew exactly what he wanted in his body and heart. What's frustrating is that Ai Xiaoye doesn't open up at all. There seems to be a world in her mind, which attracts her and makes her feel more satisfied than a man in reality.

Thinking of this, Julian, the "man in reality", felt a little uneasiness and desire for destruction emerging.

Julian returned to Ai Xiaoye and sat down in front of her.

Ai Xiaoye looked up at him ignorantly—just remembering that Julian had been busy with him all afternoon.

Ai Xiaoye got up hurriedly, "Uh...Thanks for your hard work! Today you rest and I will cook."

It must be said that she is sometimes dull, and sometimes too conscious. Julian didn't say anything yet, she knew that after tiring him all afternoon, she should take the initiative to help share some housework.

-It doesn't give people a chance to beg for retribution.

"I'll do it." Julian couldn't help but grabbed Ai Xiaoye's wrist. Don’t ask too much—he reminded himself so not to scare her away, "I’m not tired."

Ai Xiaoye was still ignorant, looking back at him with some doubts, her soft black hair fell from behind her ears. This is too foul, Julian thought, she is a very sensitive and vigilant girl, why do she always show a look like a silly roe deer who is so stupid and tempting to hunt?

Julian breathed a sigh of relief, "I want to kiss you."

Ai Xiaoye was still confused at first, and then his eyes gradually widened. When he realized what he had requested, he felt that there was a momentary crash in his mind. She thought the previous thing had passed, but she was reminded again. The feeling of kissing before came back to my mind again. She just felt that the blood all over her body was boiling.

This request is too cunning, but it seems a bit too much to refuse-I just grabbed people and went home to see their parents. The status of "cohabiting boyfriend" is all there, and it is a legitimate request to kiss him.

And it’s just been a busy afternoon to help, and it’s normal for boy and girl friends to kiss for rewards.

But Ai Xiaoye was really unwilling. It’s too embarrassing to kiss again when I just had a French wet kiss and almost got off the gun. It's as if you're being struggling step by step.

She avoids Julian’s gaze with a guilty conscience—mainly his gaze is too easy to understand, and simply and straightforwardly writes "want", "want very much", "just want"...

Ai Xiaoye: Although Julian has said that if you don't like it, you can just say it... But if you refuse it hastily, will it hurt him?

Julian's eyes dimmed a little bit.

When he stood up, Ai Xiaoye was panicked for a moment-because she was a little bit unable to judge what he wanted to do.

But Julian only took Ai Xiaoye's hand, and this time he didn't ask anything, so he looked down and kissed the back of her hand. He stayed a little longer, with long eyelashes covering his gaze.

Later, he let go of her hand, smiling nonchalantly, "I'm going to cook. When you are finished, take a bath and relax."

He gently closed the door for her when he left.

The warm touch still remained on the back of the hand, and Ai Xiaoye couldn't concentrate anymore. The manuscript of the day was sent to the editor, and a crying expression was quickly returned over there, "You are too efficient today."

Ai Xiaoye was already shocked by herself, so she only replied, "Let me hit the wall for a while..."

It still hurts to hit the wall.

Ai Xiaoye hit her forehead and rolled onto the carpet.

Later she lay on the ground and stretched out her hand to the light. The bright white light flowed down between her fingers and fell into her eyes.

Is it a kiss or not... She thought casually. This kind of handling is really graceful, Julian.

She seemed to let the scumbag go with the flow again... Forget it, the scum and the scum are used to it.

Ai Xiaoye couldn't help but reappeared in his mind at that time Julian's face-in fact, she only noticed his long slick eyelashes and the broken hair on the left side behind the ear. She dullly felt her heart beating. The enthusiasm on her body has faded after working, Ai Xiaoye's cheeks are reddish, her eyes softly squinted, the light flowing in her eyes.

For the first time in so many years, I was moved by what happened, but it was actually because of a kiss. Ai Xiaoye complained silently, does she actually have a knight complex?

She just inadvertently remembered the power outage in high school. It seemed that it was because of a typhoon... At that time, Shen Yu hadn't confessed to her, and they were still sitting next to the table. She fumbled in the darkness, trying to find the schoolbag hanging on the side, but she accidentally grabbed Shen Yu's hand and was startled after dullly confirming the touch. Shen Yu turned her head to her and smiled gently. The boy in my memory is black and white, just like the keys of a piano.

—Of course, Shen Yu is indeed a piano boy.

Ai Xiaoye shook hands—empty. She couldn't remember what the touch in her memory looked like.

Ai Xiaoye came out of the bathroom with wet hair.

The meal was already cleaned, but Julian was not seen. Ai Xiaoye went to the kitchen to find him, but there was no one.

She didn’t think much about it, she turned out the hair dryer to dry her hair first-she thought Julian probably just went into the house to change clothes or something...because she was too guilty, she went on to think, just wait for a while before taking it. Let him buy some clothes. After the New Year, spring is here, and it's time to prepare new equipment. After buying the clothes, they can also go to a movie by the way, and treat it as...a date.

Ai Xiaoye feels guilty again when she thinks this way...too scumbag. It's as if he knew what he wanted but couldn't get the genuine product, so he made some specious things to perfuse others.

It feels really uncomfortable to owe favors.

He is her love robot-after reciting this sentence ten times in her heart, Ai Xiaoye let out a sigh of relief.

But Julian hasn't come out yet after she has cleaned up. Not long after the hot food was put in the winter, the white smell of whiteness was a little faint, and Ai Xiaoye realized that Julian might be avoiding her.

Although he dealt with it very seriously, she refused silently in that situation—it was a bit too hurtful.

Ai Xiaoye feels that Julian is like a slender girl who has a crush on her, and she is a girl who tramples on people's hearts. She was used to being rough emotionally, and she was really at a loss when she suddenly met such a sensitive cohabitant.

She still walked to Julian's bedroom, tentatively knocking on the door gently, "Julian?"

After stopping there for a while, he replied, "Well, wait a minute." There was a muffled muffled voice in his voice, and he filed on Ai Xiaoye's rare and tender liver like sandpaper.

Ai Xiaoye: He won't cry anymore, hey!

Of course Julian didn't cry. When he opened the door, he was just a little indifferent. Although with a deliberate gentleness, his eyes were clearly avoiding Ai Xiaoye.

Ai Xiaoye still sees it—the irritability in his eyes that is not well concealed. And she smelled the faint scent that she named "hormones".

She couldn't help being a little cramped, "Uh... Are you surfing the Internet?"

Julian put on his glasses again—a white shirt and gold-wire glasses. Even the beasts that do the bad things in the comics will look gentle, gentle and harmless. Besides, it is a good boy like Julian.

"No." Julian said, "I just followed your past works."

Ai Xiaoye is puzzled

Julian looked at her gently and smiled, "Get used to your style of painting... Have you forgotten? I'm working as an assistant for you."

That smile is very distressing. Ai Xiaoye is very strange that he would have such thoughts. But she could feel what Julian was suppressing and concealing, he must be uncomfortable, but she could only be more patient with her.

It's too hateful to pretend to be stupid when you know it well. Especially when it comes to emotional matters, hanging someone is no different from torturing someone. Moreover, this is not a difficult problem to solve.

He was set to love her, and there was no way to change it. She couldn't really lose him, so why bother with him?

Ai Xiaoye is not used to procrastinating if he wants to understand. With some kind of consciousness of a strong man with a broken arm, she looked up at Julian, "You said you wanted to kiss me."

Julian raised his hand and pushed the glasses. The irritability that seemed like nothing before melted into the air almost immediately, becoming silent and ubiquitous. He was silent.

It's still embarrassing to say it. Ai Xiaoye simply closed her eyes and raised her head slightly.

In fact, Ai Xiaoye regretted a little when she closed her eyes—this posture seemed to be too slaughtered. Even if she knew that Julian was a gentleman, she was a little worried.

But I closed it, and then opened it secretly, that would be too embarrassing.

She waited a little longer—Julian did not move.

As Ai Xiaoye gradually slackened, she felt more embarrassed-could it be that she was passionate? It seems a little embarrassing...

But just when she was about to give up, she suddenly felt Julian approaching. He clearly closed his eyes, but as if he could feel the shadow pressing down. Her body temperature was also approaching. Ai Xiaoye suddenly became nervous.

Hearing suddenly became extremely sharp, and even his suppressed gasps seemed to be in his ears.

He reached out and hugged her back. The sense of touch seems to have become more sensitive—she can almost trace the shape of his hand...the back of her head is also supported by him.

Ai Xiaoye was nervous, but he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. She thought, finally coming.

He held it for a long time, his breath scorching hot in her ear. When he spoke, Ai Xiaoye's voice was so dumb that Ai Xiaoye was trembling, "Really...is it okay?"

Ai Xiaoye felt the heat pouring out of the pores all over her body. She thought: If you want to kiss, you can hurry up, you can't hold it any longer!

She was about to speak, and his lips were printed on her forehead.

Then he let go of her.

A little embarrassed... Ai Xiaoye couldn't figure out what he thought-after all, she had the consciousness to be sent to the door this time.

Did he just want to kiss her on the forehead from the beginning?

She looked at Julian suspiciously, but Julian's eyes were hidden behind the bright light of the lens. He raised his hand to mess Ai Xiaoye's hair, and the sleeve of his shirt just blocked her eyes.

"Don't force yourself," his voice was still soft and helpless, "sometimes I can't help but make some willful requests. You don't like it and just refuse. I want to be with you forever. You have to let it go. I know what you like and what you don’t like so that you can like each other for a long time, right? So you don’t owe me, don’t give in to me.”

It is not easy to restrain yourself. Because she was too greedy and humble in love, even if she knew she was just sending a kiss with a compensatory and perfunctory mentality, she still wanted it and couldn't refuse it.

In fact, what Julian wants to say is not "Don't force yourself." He wanted to tell Ai Xiaoye his anxiety and admiration. He even had a bit of resentment, she took kisses so insignificantly. Ai Xiaoye doesn't understand that feeling. After being pampered once, she will continue to want more, never knowing what to satisfy. But I also know that her patience is limited. If there is no reciprocal feeling, sooner or later he will get tired of his endless requests. Compared with the pain he suffered back then, what is the thirst now?

He actually wants Ai Xiaoye to face his feelings squarely. If he doesn't have the same desire for him, he might as well not respond to him.

But it can't be said-his pursuit has given her too much pressure. She can withstand it only because she has accepted the robot's settings. Even so, she would still be shaken by a sense of debt.

Once he explained his intentions, Ai Xiaoye was overwhelmed and judged that he could not respond to him, and probably really wanted to escape.

Ai Xiaoye was silent for a moment-she couldn't help but admit, Julian made a lot of sense. In comparison, her handling method is indeed too sloppy.

And thinking about it, it seems to be a bit insulting indeed. It was as if Julian was really hungry and wanted to kiss her so much.

Thinking of this, Ai Xiaoye felt ashamed, "I'm sorry." Although her face was feverish, she still apologized quickly, "The same is true for you, don't always give in to me. In fact, many things are ambiguous for human beings, and it is also possible to do so. It’s okay to do that, not necessarily to accommodate someone. So just tell me what you like and don’t like." She scratched her head, feeling a little embarrassed, "How to say love is a matter of two people. What should I do for you too?"

Julian froze for a moment. He bowed his head, the burgundy eyes dripping with soft light, he reached out and hugged her in his arms, and sighed, "I want to kiss you again..."

Then Ai Xiaoye leaned over and kissed her lips without waiting for Ai Xiaoye to answer.

A very clean kiss, with the softness and fruity flavor that Ai Xiaoye likes, just taste it. ?