Chapter 34: It’s no use talking to the wood. “Pah.” …
“Pah.”
I didn't hold the eraser firmly and it fell to the ground.
Su Huaiwang rubbed his nose, calmed himself down, and prepared to bend down to pick it up.
But she hadn't expected someone to be one step ahead of her. Lin Jue picked up the eraser and handed it to her, looking down at her, his amber eyes, filled with sunlight, meeting hers with a flattering smile.
Su Huaiwang blushed, and he hesitated as he stretched out his fingers to take it from her hand as quickly as possible, being careful not to touch her skin.
"Why are you so listless?" Lin Jue asked.
Su Huaiwang pretended to be surprised and tried to play dumb: "Ah? Ah? Really?"
"You have dark circles under your eyes." Lin Jue's hand touched her eyes, and it felt cold. Su Huaiwang wanted to hide, but his body held her tightly, preventing her from dodging.
Lin Jue was still gently massaging the dark circles under her eyes: "Have you not been sleeping well lately?"
Su Huaiwang felt comfortable being rubbed by her and couldn't help squinting his eyes, but he became alert the next moment and suddenly dodged to the side.
It was a close call, I almost immersed myself in the land of tenderness again.
Lin Jue put down his hand, without getting angry, and just looked at her quietly.
"You can't say that I didn't sleep well..." Su Huaiwang sighed.
How could she dare to tell Lin Jue about her erotic dream? Especially since the person in front of her was the heroine in her dream?
Lin Jue looked at her for a moment and raised his eyebrows: "It would be better to go to bed early and get up early."
"No." Su Huaiwang licked his lips nervously: "I didn't stay up late, I just..."
Lin Jue waited at her leisure. For some reason, Su Huaiwang felt she was expecting something.
"I just had some bad dreams." Su Huaiwang said it tactfully enough, but his face still turned red.
Five thousand years of conservatism did not allow her to say more, nor did it allow her to discuss such topics with her friends. Of course, Tu Zhizhuo was an exception.
"A bad dream?"
The balloon of expectation was punctured, and Lin Jue's eyelashes drooped.
Su Huaiwang keenly sensed that something was wrong with her and asked cautiously, "What, what happened?"
Lin Jue raised his eyes to look at her, his eyebrows knitted into a pitiful arc, his voice as smooth as water: "Nothing, just thinking about the dreams I've had recently."
...Maybe it was an illusion, Su Huaiwang always felt that he heard a sense of resentment in it.
But she still continued with a brave face: "What dream?"
His amber eyes stared at her intently: "Sister, do you want to know?"
Su Huaiwang touched his arm and got goose bumps there.
Her face turned even redder, the blush spreading to the tips of her ears, and she began to stutter: "Why, why are you suddenly calling me like that again..."
The last time Lin Jue called her that was when he just moved in.
At that time, Su Huaiwang didn't feel anything when she heard it, but now when she hears it again, she only feels ashamed...
It's like playing some incredible game.
Su Huaiwang shuddered and quickly drove out all the useless thoughts in his mind.
"You're older than me, so shouldn't you call me that?" Lin Jue said confidently, then tilted his head: "Don't you like me calling you that?"
"It's not that I don't like it..." Su Huaiwang was embarrassed, very embarrassed.
Lin Jue looked like she had never been harmed by the Internet. Even in the days that Su Huaiwang had known her, he had rarely seen her look at her phone.
How could such a pure and innocent little white flower know about the lesbian jokes that are making the rounds on the Internet?
It would be fine if neither of them understood, but standing next to her was someone who knew a lot about these things because of his own sexual orientation.
Su Huaiwang always felt that he was taking advantage of Lin Jue.
She wondered whether she should have a frank talk with Lin Jue about her sexual orientation and ask her to pay attention to it.
But when he thought about the possible consequences, Su Huaiwang wanted to delay this matter indefinitely.
Never mind, let's not talk about it. She probably wouldn't be in a relationship anyway. Sexual orientation can only be expressed if there's someone you like.
Su Huaiwang smiled bitterly and shook his head, temporarily putting aside the thoughts in his mind.
When she looked up, she found that Lin Jue had already walked up to her without her knowing.
"Sister, what were you thinking about just now?" The girl looked down at her, pursed her pink lips, and her expression was unrecognizable against the light.
Su Huaiwang clenched his pencil, his nervousness clearly visible: "Nothing, don't yell like that, uh...some, just some...you know."
She thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with anything.
Lin Jue looked at her seriously, blinked, and nodded: "Okay."
She answered so straightforwardly, but Su Huaiwang became anxious again: "I don't have any opinions about you, nor do you have any problems. I have some problems myself, and it has nothing to do with you..."
Lin Jue gently covered her fingers, which had become tangled together uncomfortably at some point, and said softly, "I know."
After saying that, he gave her a smile as curved as water.
She really is attracted by Lin Jue's looks.
Su Huaiwang couldn't help but think.
They have known each other for more than two months, so she should be used to the other person's beauty, but in this situation, she still feels dizzy.
His throat felt dry, as if he had drunk some alcohol. Su Huaiwang licked his lips unconsciously.
Her rationality returned, and she hurriedly looked away, only to catch a glimpse of the easel behind Lin Jue. She couldn't hold back her voice, and instantly raised it:
"You drew me again?"
Lin Jue tilted his head: "Is it not possible?"
"It's not impossible..." Su Huaiwang was embarrassed: "It's just... Can I ask? Why are there so many drawings of me?"
Ever since discovering Lin Jue's talent in painting, Lin Jue often came to paint with her, and every time he painted, there was always a picture of her.
"If you want to practice portraits, it's better to practice more types. You can find some pictures online to practice." Su Huaiwang said seriously.
Lin Jue looked at her speechlessly for a long time: "I just want to draw you."
Su Huaiwang jumped as if frightened: "W-why?"
"Are you good-looking?" Lin Jue raised the corner of his mouth with a faint smile.
She was so beautiful that Su Huaiwang wanted to install a mirror in the studio so that she could paint herself. Su Huaiwang had never seen anyone more beautiful than herself in his life.
"..." Su Huaiwang was silent, unable to respond.
"Your previous question hasn't been answered yet." Lin Jue rubbed her fingers, using a little force.
Only then did Su Huaiwang notice that the bony hand that had been covering her hand had not been removed.
"What's the problem?" Su Huaiwang had already forgotten what he was talking about.
Lin Jue moved closer to her, his brows relaxed: "Do you want to know what I dreamed about?"
My palms were sweating and my head was dizzy. Lin Jue's voice was almost coaxing, so sweet that it could ooze honey.
Su Huaiwang opened his mouth.
Can't refuse.
"Is it... a sweet dream? Or a nightmare?"
"Sweet dreams." Lin Jue answered quickly, without hesitation: "What about yours?"
"It was... a bad dream."
"What's wrong with it? It's..."
The more Lin Jue spoke, the closer he got to her. Now he was almost speaking against her cheek. The touch of her cold skin and the heat rising from her words mixed together and fell on Su Huaiwang's numb neck.
The lips were slightly parted, and Su Huaiwang could even see the alluring crimson tongue tip faintly visible.
She didn't know if she was trembling with shame. Her hand was still in Lin Jue's. If it trembled, Lin Jue would definitely notice...
The cell phone rang suddenly, and Su Huaiwang took off in response, rushing straight up.
Unexpectedly, he didn't hit Lin Jue's forehead, but bumped into her arms.
At the critical moment, Lin Jue adjusted his posture and was now holding her head with a frown, with coldness emanating from his face.
Su Huaiwang hurriedly took out his cell phone: "I, I'll take a call."
After saying that, without even looking at Lin Jue's reaction, he broke free from Lin Jue's arms and ran out the door in a hurry.
It was just like what had happened in the studio before.
Only Lin Jue was left standing there alone.
The vengeful ghost had a blank expression on his face. He took several deep breaths before pushing back the black air that was coming out from behind him.
Outside the room, the cell phone slid back and forth in Su Huaiwang's hand like a hot potato.
After finally holding it steady, Su Huaiwang breathed a sigh of relief and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Hello! What are you doing? Why did you take so long to answer the phone?" Tu Zhizhuo's voice came from the receiver.
"You're still asking me? I'm off work, so I can do whatever I want at this hour. You're the one, shouldn't you be at work? Why are you calling me?"
When it comes to work, Tu Zhizhuo instantly loses his temper: "Closed, closed... Stop talking about me, what on earth were you doing just now?"
"Painting." Su Huaiwang answered reluctantly, his voice much lower.
In contrast, upon hearing this answer, Tu Zhizhuo's voice immediately rose: "Huh?! Painting?! Seriously? Didn't you stop painting a long time ago?"
"...It has come up again recently." Su Huaiwang felt a little uncomfortable.
"Why? Are you bored?"
Tu Zhizhuo continued to ask carelessly.
This time Su Huaiwang remained silent, not knowing whether to tell her the truth.
"Hello, hello? Moshimoshi? Why aren't you talking?"
"Because Lin Jue..."
The voice coming from the receiver was so soft that Tu Zhizhuo couldn't hear it at all.
She covered the microphone, lifted her skirt, and moved around in the chaotic backstage, finding a relatively quiet corner:
"Hello? I didn't hear you! It's too noisy around here. Can you say it again?"
"I said," Su Huaiwang took a deep breath, "Because Lin Jue, she can draw!"
"Huh?" Tu Zhizhuo was even more shocked. "I remember you hated painting..."
"That's all in the past."
What she hated from beginning to end was not painting, but the cruel meaning and memories that painting represented.
Drawing with Lin Jue was just the right thing to do, as it could help me get past all the annoying things. After all, no one wants to hate an interesting creative activity if they can help it.
Su Huaiwang clenched the phone in his hand.
Tu Zhizhuo, who was on the other side of the phone, paused for a moment before raising his booming voice: "That's great! It's finally over! I love your paintings so much! Don't forget to draw a few for me! I want landscape paintings to put up at home!"
Su Huaiwang's eyebrows relaxed: "Yeah, okay."
"So, the little beauty is with you now? Are you painting together?"
"Why are you still calling me little beauty?" Su Huaiwang asked angrily, but still nodded and replied obediently: "We are together. She draws very well. Let her show you some other day."
"Why, didn't you ask her to draw a few paintings for me? Tsk tsk, you're really possessive." Tu Zhizhuo teased her.
Just as Su Huaiwang was about to get angry, he heard another voice from the other end of the phone:
"Miss Tu, someone is looking for you."
Tu Zhizhuo's voice faded: "Oh, okay." Then he returned to their conversation: "Sorry, someone wants to see me. I'll hang up first. Take good care of yourself!"
Su Huaiwang felt strange, but nodded in agreement.
After hanging up the phone, Tu Zhizhuo raised his head and looked at the person in front of him with extraordinary demeanor.
The person who came had a bright smile and clean and neat movements. His medium-length hair was tied up and it looked like it was just past his shoulders.
The other party stretched out his hand:
"Hello, Miss Tu, I've heard a lot about you. I'm Lei Yinyin."
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