Luo Chenxin was still a little worried when she first walked into the art museum, because of the hand she and Gu Yehan held tightly together, and the hot-hot breath that came from him...... Surrounded by such an atmosphere, where is she still in the mood to appreciate the works of the art exhibition, I am afraid that if she looks at it, her eyes will involuntarily turn to Gu Yehan's body.

Merely...... As it turned out later, her worries were clearly unfounded.

The quality of this art exhibition is extremely high, and many of the works are exhibited in Jiangcheng for the first time, Luo Chenxin did some background knowledge homework before coming, and will specially buy tickets and make an appointment, but also with an attitude of appreciation and learning.

When she stands in front of one work after another, she sees not only the painting itself, but also another world created by the painter with brushstrokes and colors.

Luo Chen's heart seemed to have traveled through time and space, and her body was still in place, but her thoughts and soul had already traveled to that world, communicating with the painter.

This kind of immersion is not something that everyone can do, but Luo Chen's talent hidden in his heart has not yet fully bloomed.

She was born a painter and was destined to shine in this field.

Gu Yehan saw all this with dark eyes, and whenever Luo Chenxin stood in front of a painting as if he was in a trance, he would also stop and admire.

But unlike Luo Chenxin, for Gu Yehan, what he saw in this painting was only the "real thing", "beauty and ugliness", "theme and artistic conception" presented on the painting...... These parts, which can be explained in concrete words, cannot resonate with him from the bottom of his heart.

Beyond that, he was thinking about the commercial value of the painting, because he was a businessman through and through.

Based on this, the attraction of a painting to Gu Yehan is only two minutes, one minute to look at the painting, one minute to see the label and think about the value, and then there is nothing else.

After that, his gaze would take his eyes off the painting and instead fall on Luo Chenxin's face, looking at the delicate face again and again, from the broken hair on his forehead to the straight nose, and then to the small chin, carefully and carefully, over and over again, tirelessly staring.

This is his favorite "painting", a "painting" that he wants to collect all his life, or even want to keep it for himself, and can only be seen by himself.

When Luo Chen came back to his senses, he would glance back at Gu Yehan, the two of them met their eyes, looked at each other and smiled, and then put all their attention on the paintings, carefully appreciating them one by one.

In a short period of eye contact, everything is silent, but the feelings in the heart are clearly conveyed to the other party.

Come to think of it, what many literati describe in their words is that they have the same heart and mind, and the appearance of the quiet years is nothing more than that.

In the museum, it is empty and quiet, with only the slight sound of footsteps, and they go from one work to the next, from one world to another.

At this time, if the theme of the previous work is joy, Luo Chenxin's face will have a smile, and if the theme of the previous work is dark and reflects social reality, Luo Chenxin will frown, his face is infected with sorrow, and the emotions soaked in it will not come out for a long time.

Gu Yehan quickly noticed this, so he deliberately controlled Luo Chenxin's appreciation time for those works.

He would stare at Luo Chenxin while gently rubbing her palm, from the slender fingertips to the smooth back of the hand, as well as the soft-soft palm, she gently touched every inch of delicate skin, over and over again, feeling the touch of each other's skin, as well as the temperature of mutual contact.

No matter how attentive Luo Chen's heart was, he was disturbed by him, and slowly came back to his senses, and at this time, his eyes would look at Gu Yehan with resentment.

She couldn't help but ask, her tone was soft and apologetic, "Isn't it too boring, or else we'll go out now?"

Gu Yehan's thin lips smiled lightly, and whispered, "You look at the painting, I can look at you, it's not boring at all." ”

As soon as such love words came out, the sorrow and sadness that Luo Chen's heart was infected with from the "other world" disappeared all of a sudden, but his face was slightly hot.

Fortunately, it was a weekday, and there were not many people visiting the museum, and no one would notice their blatant flirting.

In the following period, Luo Chenxin was always unable to concentrate, Gu Yehan's gaze on her became more and more obvious, and the heat in his eyes became heavier.

Every time she looked, she could always notice that those deep eyes were darkening again, like a huge black whirlpool, as if to suck her in.

When they walked from the second floor to the first floor, Gu Yehan really did that.

They were originally standing in front of the elevator, but Gu Yehan took Luo Chenxin's hand and walked to the stairs that were almost unused, and even pressed her against the wall, suddenly giving her a wall knock.

Luo Chen's back was close to the wall, and there was a hint of coolness, but her heart was warm, and her body was also warm.

She raised her head slightly, looking up at Gu Yehan's knife-like deep face, and while her eyes were nostalgic, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, this is her favorite "painting" in her life - Gu Yehan.

When those black eyes slowly fell, and Gu Yehan got closer and closer to her, Luo Chen was not surprised at all, and even looked forward to it, and his body trembled slightly.

Again, they don't want to interface.

It's no longer just a light touch.

This originally small and fresh date has become different because of such a kiss.

It is said that a kiss is lovers dancing on each other's lips.

Luo Chenxin felt that it was not so much dancing as the embrace of souls.

I don't know how much time passed, and the two people who were close to each other separated from each other.

Luo Chen covered his mouth with shyness on his face, but Gu Yehan pursed his thin lips, like a greedy obsession.