Chizhou's eyes lit up with a smile, and he was as excited as a butterfly flying among flowers.

Smell... Creek...

This name has some flavor.

It sounds quite poetic.

She must be a beautiful painter, right?

At the very least, it should be elegant and gentle, right?

That’s great, he hasn’t made any female friends who can draw!

Just imagine it and you will know that if you can be friends with such a gentle and elegant girl, even the most boring days will become very literary, beautiful and romantic!

He immediately moved closer to He Tingyan, his light brown eyes filled with desire.

"The one who drew you was a girl, right?"

"Is it beautiful?"

"How old?"

"Where do you live?"

He bombarded He Tingyan with questions, but received no response. He continued, "Please, Father He, Grandfather He, and Ancestor He, I've wanted someone to paint my portrait for a long time, but I've never found a good one. Now that I've finally found one, can't you just give me their contact information?"

"No."

He Tingyan frowned and said coldly.

"You lied to me."

"So what?"

"You! How could you be like this? I don't have any bad intentions. I just want to contribute a little to the development of art in our country. I heard they're really short of models for painting! Do you know that by maliciously obstructing me like this, we might be strangling our country's future David in the cradle!"

"Do you still want to be that kind of model?"

He Tingyan frowned when the statue of David appeared in his mind. Somehow, a pair of clear almond eyes suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Just imagine the scene of her painting in front of the man, and for some reason, a nameless anger suddenly rose in her heart.

Chizhou didn't show any reaction and continued chattering: "What's the big deal? As long as art needs it, I can contribute my..."

"Don't even think about dying." He Tingyan interrupted his childhood friend coldly.

"You... humph, you are ruthless, cruel and unreasonable!"

Chizhou pulled Zhuang Yi downstairs.

I don’t want to play with this cold King of Hell anymore, it’s boring!

A girl with a nice scent is still better.

With the two people gone, the room suddenly became quiet, but He Tingyan became inexplicably irritated.

His eyes fell on the wooden photo frame on the bedside table, and his expression was slightly dazed.

When did it all start?

That girl always pops up in my mind out of the blue.

The look of being at a loss when bumping into him, the look of desperately pestering him when arguing with him, the look of concentration and enjoyment when painting, the look of snatching Xiaoxing from the surveillance camera, the look of fear of pain but stubbornly refusing to speak when being hurt...

When he thought of these scenes, his originally calm heart seemed to ripple.

Just like before, I almost lost control of my emotions just because of a few jokes from my childhood friend.

He Tingyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

how so?

From childhood to adulthood, in order to become invincible, he not only learned to control others, but also learned to control himself.

This feeling of being out of control is really bad!

No one can influence me, no one.

What's more, she is just a young girl.

In a trance, He Tingyan unknowingly drank up all the wine that Chizhou had forgotten on the table.

He was a strict and self-disciplined person, never drinking alcohol, even though he owned a winery with a century-old history and countless precious red wines in the cellar, specially prepared for royal banquets...

But today, for some reason, I drank half a cup without realizing it.

The bright red liquid slid down his throat and ignited a fire in his body.

He felt hot all over and subconsciously opened the door and walked out.