Their bodies were simply not as graceful and handso as David’s and the War God’s.
And the man before her...
Hua Xiaomo once again looked at him carefully. His upper body was bare, his skin slightly flushed, and that attractive, well-built physique seed to press right in front of her eyes.
It boasted curves that were utterly beautiful and perfect; this was indeed the most exquisite example of a handso young man!
As Hua Xiaomo continued to gaze, she could almost see the War God... from that painting.
"Hmm... Would you be willing?" Qi Longbing smiled. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but when the idea struck him, he was sowhat eager to try it out.
Perhaps no one had ever been willing to pose like this to be painted by soone else, but he liked it; he liked the idea of her painting him... It would be best if he were the War God in that painting, and she... Goddess Venus lying by the War God’s side! They would share the most harmonious coexistence and the most beautiful unity... Picturing this sensation in a painting, it must be delightful!
As Qi Longbing thought about it, his brain cells seed to rejoice. It wasn’t the happiness brought by beauty that overwheld him, but at this mont, every detail in his mind was no less thrilling than those monts of beauty.
Hua Xiaomo watched him, and her thoughts too began to drift. Had she ever seen soone as lovely as him? Moreover, she felt she could paint him with great vividness, exceptionally well; she was certain she could do a splendid job. His smile was graceful and moving, almost impossible to reject. What’s more, there was such a lovely opportunity... She was about to enjoy the sight of a male deity comparable to David and the War God, and he would be created by her own hand... Wow! She really liked it and wanted to paint him imdiately! Maybe she would be the next great artist!
After listening to him, Hua Xiaomo smiled demurely, suppressing the rush of excitent within her. After thinking it over, she replied, "I had no idea President Qi was such an art lover, and to think you have such dedication for the sake of art, huh?"
"For Miss Hua’s ideal art... a little sacrifice from is nothing at all," Qi Longbing smiled with unparalleled grace. His handso face radiated a compelling charm.
The corners of his mouth curved into a wonderful smile, the attractive line of his lips emphasized, and faint dimples appeared at their edges, adding a touch of cuteness.
Handso, cute, alluring, pure—it seed no amount of words could adequately describe the President before her eyes. In her heart, Hua Xiaomo scread, ’Devilishly charming!’ Perhaps only that term could accurately convey her thoughts!
Then Qi Longbing, his upper body still bare and flushed, approached her.
As Hua Xiaomo watched him draw closer, step by step, his attractive skin seeming to press urgently into her vision, she inexplicably felt a sense of helplessness and a sudden inclination to leave.
Hua Xiaomo imdiately pointed to the sofa across from them and quickly said, "You, you... No, President Qi, uh, please take a seat over there. I... I’ll start painting you right away!"
Well, since he was the one who ca to her, acting hesitant was rather unbecoming of an artist. Er... an artist, indeed! She was a far cry from the aura of an artist.
Qi Longbing just smiled, said nothing more, and stopped advancing toward her.
Sacrificing for her art, eh? But what she doesn’t know is that this artistic sacrifice of mine will only be for her, and at the sa ti, I’ll make her take responsibility to the very end!
Qi Longbing’s stray hair brushed the corner of his eye. He extended a hand to lightly push the strands aside, then moved back to the sofa opposite her, placing his hands on his belt buckle at an unhurried pace.
The CLINK, CLANK of tal resonated in the air, carrying a palpable warmth that made both their nerves tingle slightly.
Qi Longbing kept smiling, the corners of his lips etched into an exquisite curve.
Hua Xiaomo watched him, suddenly feeling a little dazed.
Quickly, Qi Longbing picked up his jacket...
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