Chapter 093 | 0093 This kind of pickup line is very old-fashioned.

"Wu Xian, what do you want to do?"

Harold blends perfectly with the Western style of the room.

Compared to Wu Xian, he leaned against the pillar, his sexy thin lips opening and closing, acting like the master of the house despite being a model, inquiring about the process.

"I want to draw."

Wu Xian felt depressed. For some reason, she always had an inexplicable urge to obey this man. She wasn't the kind of woman who could feel anything for just anyone, but she felt a surge of sexual desire when facing the new model.

This feeling only ever occurred to the owner.

She is a child with very weak willpower. She will wag her tail and fall for anyone's lure. So she tries to watch as little as possible. If she does something bad, her owner will definitely punish her.

Where should we get it drawn?

"There's an art studio upstairs." Hobert had specially arranged an art studio for Wu Qian in the house, in a style she liked, and thinking of the owner, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Wu Qian led Harold upstairs. Although she used the word "led," she wasn't really focused. Many fleeting thoughts flashed through her mind, and finally, Harold's face appeared.

Therefore, it's normal that she missed a step.

Harold, who was behind him, seemed to have expected this. As Wu Qian fell backward, he stretched out his arms to catch her. The next moment, her legs were lifted up, and the puppy curled up into the man's firm chest.

He was so skilled that it gave the impression that he had done it countless times. The man's arms formed a perfect arc, more comfortable than a bed, holding Wu Qian's waist and making her not want to leave.

This is too dangerous, too dangerous! This new model is cold-hearted, yet she's setting fire to Wu Qian.

Wu Xian's face rubbed against the man's chest muscles, which were in the shape she liked. She was conflicted but ultimately did not push Harold away from his embrace. Instead, she went a step further and hooked her arms around his neck.

Harold's profile was sharply defined, and his red eyes were filled with an unfathomable mist. Compared to Hobart, his eyes were brighter and more aggressive.

Despite the shroud in mystery, Wu Xian could see Harold's undisguised lust.

He wanted to have sex with her; a model was aroused by her first encounter with her host.

Unfortunately, Wu Xian also started to feel it.

She could only remain silent, like a mute puppy, wagging her legs as she waited for the man to walk into the studio and put her down.

Harold arrived at the location, opened the door, and looked around, scoffing, "Pretentious." This studio was the general outline he had designed for Wu Qian before, but someone had added other details to it.

"nondescript."

Wu Xian was unhappy to hear this; she was a good little dog who resolutely defended her owner.

"I really like it here; it's not at all out of place!"

Harold laughed in anger, both because Ussin addressed Hobert as her master and because of the unfamiliar protectiveness she showed towards him, even though she had kicked him aside like trash back then.

He asked Wu Xian, "If you like your master so much, why are you staying in my arms?"

Wu Qian stammered, "Because, because you are very familiar with..."

“Do you use this approach with everyone? That’s a bit old-fashioned. Maybe you could just say it directly,” Harold said, his thumb pressing against Wu Qian’s buttocks as he sank into her vagina. “Say it directly, you’re wet.”

"Ah..." Wu Xian shook her head frantically. "No, I have amnesia, but I know you very well. We must know each other."

Anyway, I like you very much.

Harold stared into Wuxian's wet puppy eyes. He fell silent because of those words, then looked away after a moment. "Who knows? If you want to know, find the answer yourself, or just go ask your owner."

"Didn't you want to draw?"

A smile crept onto his lips.

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Harold, an owner who looks fierce but is actually easy to please, is completely dominated by his dog.

No wonder the puppy abandoned her! (pointing and whispering)