Hua Xiaomo’s beautiful face clouded over for a mont, but she quickly forced herself to calm down. How could I be the first to lose my composure at a ti like this and misjudge the situation?
"You..." Hua Xiaomo paused, her amber eyes flashing with a gleam. Her gaze, however, didn’t et his; instead, she looked at the drawing board and slowly said, "are a beautiful beast..."
"Hmm? Hahahaha..." Qi Longbing couldn’t help but laugh, the gloom in his blue eyes instantly vanishing.
This little woman is quite interesting...
"President Qi..." Hua Xiaomo turned her head away, took a deep breath, and said, "How about we stop here for today... and continue painting tomorrow?"
Yes, I really need to get a grip. Damn it, painting him is just too difficult!
With that, she turned, walked swiftly to the sofa, and sat down.
Qi Longbing watched her retreating figure and couldn’t help but smile again.
"Alright, you said it! We’ll continue painting tomorrow!" Qi Longbing’s exceptionally handso face lit up with a gentle radiance. He glanced at his shoulder; it didn’t seem to bother him as much now.
Qi Longbing walked over to the sofa and put on his jacket.
The CLANK of a belt buckle being fastened sounded in the air again. For so reason, the sound was sowhat reassuring this ti.
Hua Xiaomo’s face felt flushed. Sitting on the sofa, even her shoulders felt a little stiff.
The atmosphere in here is so stifling.
She clutched the bottle of water, yet it felt as if the Mineral Water, originally cool, had grown warm in her hands.
It seems I really can’t stare at the model for too long... it’ll be the death of ...
Abruptly, Hua Xiaomo took another large gulp of water, but this ti she accidentally splashed it onto her face.
That actually helped; she felt considerably more awake now.
Through her blurry, wet vision, a handso, god-like man, his upper body now clothed, approached and sat down beside her unhurriedly.
"President Qi..." Hua Xiaomo began, but just as she was about to say more...
She saw him suddenly take her hand. Hua Xiaomo froze, feeling him press a hard object into her palm.
Hua Xiaomo opened her hand and looked. Huh? It was the Ice Blue Jade Cross Pendant from his neck?
"President Qi, what are you doing...?"
"I’m giving it to you, Xiao Mo."
Qi Longbing smiled, a soft, captivating expression on his face. He then took the necklace from her palm and tried to fasten it around her neck.
"No, I can’t accept this!" Hua Xiaomo imdiately twisted away, trying to slide off the sofa.
"You refuse everything I give you?" His voice, low and suppressed, hung in the air, laced with a subtle threat.
Hua Xiaomo found herself pressed onto the sofa, his weight pinning her shoulders. Her whole body felt like a cookie being crushed flat.
A surge of anger flared in her chest—whether from adrenaline or sothing else, she didn’t know. Suddenly, she lashed out, swinging a fist at his face.
Qi Longbing winced in pain and released her, standing up from the sofa.
Hua Xiaomo seized the chance to scramble off the sofa. But when she saw his face, her eyes widened in shock.
A stream of bright red blood was trickling from his nostril...
"I’m sorry... I’m so sorry... I didn’t an to... President Qi, please don’t be angry! You mustn’t be angry..." Hua Xiaomo apologized profusely, a mortified smile plastered on her face.
Please don’t be angry, please don’t be angry! I hit you too hard. I’m so sorry, I really, really hit you too hard! But why did you suddenly co over like that? I... I accidentally hit you. I’m truly sorry; it really was an accident. Please don’t be angry, okay? I know you’re not that petty. I know you won’t get angry.
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