Mr. He’s Daily Affections

"I'll see more, and I can only draw it after I have some idea." Zi Yibeier explained professionally, "Uncle Xiaobao, you stand back two meters."

Pei Yuanchen glanced at her, walked back two meters away, and turned to face her.

He put both hands in his trouser pockets, somewhat unwilling to cooperate.

...Even if it's just a ten-minute model, it looks a little silly.

When he looked over, he saw the woman lying on the easel, staring at him seriously, his eyes moving up and down like before.

He squeezed his lips and tried to smooth his slightly irregular heartbeat.

"That... Uncle Xiaobao..." Zi Yi suddenly said timidly, "Can you take off your pants... You are wearing pants, I can't see the lines..."

The shirt can still outline some lines.

But he was wearing casual trousers, and she could not judge at all.

Pei Yuanchen gave her a cold look: "You let me take off my pants?"

Zi Yi nodded embarrassedly: "Uncle Xiaobao, help others in the end..."

She said, and also made a gesture of folded hands.

Pei Yuanchen raised his lips coldly: "He Ziyi, don't you play with me?"

"Of course not!" She opened her eyes wide and looked at the innocent expression "how can you think of me like that".

Pei Yuanchen stared at her, still unable to judge whether she had asked so deliberately, or had to.

"No." No matter what the reason is, Pei Yuanchen will not let her succeed. "You just draw an upper body."

His tone was cold.

Ziyi sighed helplessly, thought for a while and said, "Then... okay. But if I only draw the upper body, I have to paint a little more finely, so..."

The more she said, the smaller her voice.

Pei Yuanchen raised an eyebrow: "So, do I have to take off my shirt?"

"Yes!" She nodded hard immediately, her eyes bright and full of expectation.

Pei Yuanchen's throat rolled.

...This woman is really not intentional?

"Uncle Xiaobao, please..." She showed a pitiful expression, her eyelashes drooping, and she couldn't bear to refuse.

Pei Yuanchen gritted his teeth.

"Okay, I take it off." He spit out these words, full of the powerlessness of being forced into prostitution.

"Uncle Xiaobao, you are so good!" Zi Yi was greatly surprised and came to him.

Pei Yuanchen's hand rested on the first button, and before he had time to understand it, he met the woman's burning eyes.

"What are you doing so close together?" He was angry.

"It's convenient to observe for a while." She said straightforwardly.

Pei Yuanchen's cheek gangbite hurt.

But think about it, this silly woman has not seen his body.

Just take it off.

He persuaded himself this way, quickly unbuttoned the button, and then took off his shirt.

Zi Yi's eyes widened.

Her eyes are mixed with wonder and curiosity, making Pei Yuanchen want to put her clothes back...

Why did he have the illusion of being molested by this woman?

He pressed his lips tightly and patiently.

Zi Yi's eyes fell on his chest muscles, and his eyes did not blink.

Pei Yuanchen's throat rolled.

The place where the body was staring at her seemed to be hot, and even he warmed up.

"Enough?" His tone was impatient.

"No..." Zi Yi's eyes fell on his shoulders and arms, carefully examining the lines there.

Before ten minutes, he endured.