That night, Xia Weiyi slept soundly, nestled in his arms. Brother Wu'an was hers, hers!
The next day, she got up, dressed, and went to the studio, where she learned that Teacher Duan Yi had found a male model for her to paint.
"Teacher, can I find a model myself?"
"Who are you looking for? Can he be as good as me?" The old man boasted, "This male model I found not only has perfect proportions and stunning muscle lines, but more importantly, it suits Asian aesthetics. He has a cool white complexion, delicate skin, and well-defined bones. I dare say you won't find anyone better than him."
After hearing this, Xia Weiyi almost cried. She didn't want to draw a male model. She discussed with the teacher whether they could wait a little longer and find a female model?
"We can't wait any longer. You have only learned this part of the course so far. How can we proceed to the next step of teaching if you don't finish the painting?" The old man was unhappy.
Xia Weiyi gritted his teeth and said, "I have a model candidate."
"who?"
"Brother Wu'an, I'll draw him."
Duan Yi was stunned when he heard this. "He's a nude model, and he's willing to paint for you? Don't forget that he's not just a handsome man, he's the president of the Si Group. His image is worth hundreds of billions."
"I'll ask him, and if he wants, I'll paint him."
"good."
Duan Yi supervised Xia Weiyi while he was making a phone call.
"Brother Wu'an, I have a favor to ask of you."
On the phone, she briefly stated her demands.
The other side readily agreed: "Okay, let's draw tonight."
After hanging up the phone, Xia Weiyi was still a little confused. He agreed so quickly? It was too quick to agree.
Duan Yi chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that Si Wu'an dotes on you so much. How about this, I won't embarrass you, just draw a half-naked picture of you."
Xia Weiyi was delighted: "Thank you, teacher. You are so kind."
The girl, who had spent a day in the studio, returned to the apartment and saw that the man had already returned. He had taken a shower and was sitting on the sofa in a white bathrobe, reading a magazine.
After hearing the noise, the man raised his head, looked at her, and rolled his Adam's apple: "You're back. Do you want something to eat?"
"I ate in the studio."
Si Wuan stood up, walked to her side, took the drawing board from her back, and said hoarsely, "I'm ready and can draw anytime."
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