A fox, or rather, a sultry vixen!
Hua Xiaomo could think of no better words to describe him now.
Pretending not to hear, Hua Xiaomo focused on the starlit, cloud-patterned ceiling and the two precious artworks displayed there.
Admiring them from a distance like this is actually quite nice! They’re like the universe’s rare treasures, captivating and dazzling!
Suddenly, the silence was broken by faint, rustling sounds that seed to drift through the air.
Hua Xiaomo looked towards the person beside her and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Hey, President Qi, what are you doing with your clothes?"
It turned out that in the blink of an eye, Qi Longbing had already removed his white suit jacket and the blue shirt beneath it, revealing the attractive skin of his upper body.
Then, his hands reached for the tallic belt buckle at his waist...
"Hey, hey... what are you doing?" Hua Xiaomo’s eyes widened in shock, one hand instinctively shielding her view.
Good grief... this guy...
"You got my clothes wet. You don’t expect to keep wearing them, do you?" Qi Longbing said with an annoyed chuckle. He watched her shield her eyes with her hand, a strong urge rising within him to rush over, pull her hand away, and make her take a good look at him.
Suddenly, a wicked thought flashed through his mind. A profound brilliance glinted in Qi Longbing’s narrow, beautiful blue eyes.
"Then... do you have a change of clothes here?" Hua Xiaomo asked, her face slightly flustered.
"I do, but..." He smirked mischievously. "No. However, if Miss Hua takes pity on and is worried I’ll catch a cold, perhaps you could lend your clothes..."
"Uh..." Hua Xiaomo was taken aback, but she quickly recovered with a smile. "President Qi, you really know how to joke. , lend you my clothes? Leaving aside the deeper moral implications for a mont, just the fact that you’re female and I’m male... Ah, no, wait—I’m male and you’re female..."
"Seriously, that’s utterly ridiculous! Anyway, our sizes are completely different; you couldn’t possibly wear my clothes. So... why don’t you deal with it after I’ve left, okay?" Hua Xiaomo said, an innocent-looking smile on her face.
Could he be an exhibitionist? But she quickly dismissed the thought. He probably just had a penchant for the unconventional, seeking so alternative thrills.
Rich people are just like that, always bored with the usual gas... so they rack their brains for new tricks to amuse themselves! They probably wouldn’t even mind wearing won’s clothes. After all, n dressing as won has beco quite the fashion these days!
Suddenly, an enigmatic smile touched Qi Longbing’s lips. "If you leave, who will paint for ?" The radiance on his handso face was incomparably pure and beautiful.
Qi Longbing’s features were exquisitely beautiful, his face exceptionally handso. He possessed captivating eyes and thin, well-defined lips.
Anyone who saw him would never imagine him to be an evil person. On the contrary, they would only want to bask a little longer in his incomparably gentle smile, which was like the first ray of sunshine piercing the pitch-dark, boundless abyss of hell...
However, this angelic smile gave Hua Xiaomo a slight sense of unreality.
What in the world is going on?
Hua Xiaomo looked at him, her brow slowly furrowing. Her beautiful amber eyes sparkled under her tousled hair. "President Qi, do you an... you want to paint you?"
This whole damn thing is like a beautiful "cake"! And not just any cake, but a peerless "cake" topped with "cream" and "fruit"!
She had, after all, studied painting. During her ti at the Florence Academy of Fine Arts, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t painted *those kinds* of subjects before. The models hired by the academy were mostly struggling laborers from outside, predominantly n.
For him—soone whose stunning looks alone could make one swoon—to actually ask her to paint him... Right now, it felt incredibly hard to refuse.
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