"You're not trying to paint my body?" She asked softly.

"Yes." I swallowed, and in the dark, my voice was a little clear, "But now?" The materials are all in the studio. ”

"Fool." She said.

Why call me a fool? I'm a little confused. "And, you need to turn on the lights." I added.

"I don't want to turn on the lights, I'll be embarrassed." She said.

"Don't turn on the lights......" I swallowed again, "It's okay......"

She burst out laughing.

"Do you want to draw me, or do you want to see me?" She asked.

"Both...... I want to do both. "I didn't lie to her, I did. And now, I want to see it even more.

"Then I'll show you." She chuckled softly.

I don't know why, but she laughed out loud, and I laughed too.

"You are not allowed to laugh." She pretended to be angry, "Then I won't show it to you." ”

"Okay, I won't laugh anymore." I say.

I suddenly found myself liking this kind of character of hers, and underneath her soft exterior, there was a kind of courage and resilience.

"Okay." She said.

"Still, I think you really wanted in your heart, not that you drank alcohol." I say.

"Fool." She laughed, "I like that each other is willing." ”

She reached out and stroked my face, there was no shyness in her gaze, and I felt her touch quietly in the moonlight: "You know, I believe in fate, when you first drew me into your painting, I knew that I was caught in your net." Later, when you came up to me and looked into your eyes, I didn't feel strange to you at all. ”

"It feels good to be trusted." I say.

"Then you know what I like about you?" She asked.

"You seem to have said that I am focused on painting?" I replied.

"Well, I like serious people." She said, "You close your eyes. ”

"Hmm." I agreed, closing my eyes.

She got up from her bed, and there was a rustling sound next to her, and after a while, her voice rang out.

"Alright, open it."

I opened my eyes.

In the moonlight, it is a stunning painting.

She was standing alone in front of the windowsill, looking out through the thin curtains, I don't know what she was looking at, the light shone through her body, her body seemed to be transparent. I could clearly see her fair skin, and the outline of her body was like a bottle of white jade porcelain. I saw the sky, the moonlight and her shadow, like a perfect still life in front of the windowsill.

She turned around and looked at me with quiet eyes, smiling at the corners of her mouth.

"Is that okay?" Her voice trembled a little.

"Hmm." My heart was beating fast and my voice was out of tune.

"I ...... Is it beautiful or not? She put her hands in front of her, trying to cover them.

"I think...... The word beauty is not enough to describe. I said.

"Then tell me." She said.

"Unbeatable." These four words came out of my mouth softly.

"Do you still want to draw me?" She asked.

"Of course." I said, "More than ever." ”

"Here?" She looked me in the eye.

"Well, here." I nodded.

"Just the two of us?" She continued.

"Yes, it's just me and you." I replied, "It's all mine." ”

"When do you want to paint?"

"A lot of the time."

"What do you want to draw?"

We're having an interesting conversation right now. It is a completely unconscious question and answer, which seems to be used in this way to relieve our inner heat, impulsiveness, shyness, and tension.

"Draw everything about you." I said, "Draw every detail." ”

"Like me now?" She lowered her hand gently.

This action caught me off guard, and my heart felt as if it had been hit by a boulder, and blood rushed to my head in an instant.

"It's not enough." I took a deep breath.

"What else do I need to do?" She slowly came to my side.

"There were a lot of details that I needed to ...... A more nuanced understanding. ”

She trembled, smiled, rubbed my tousled hair, and took me in her arms. I closed my eyes and reveled in the warmth, it was such a sense of tranquility that made me so comfortable.

"You're such a greedy guy." She smiled and said, "I feel like I'm going crazy, why would I do such a crazy move, you say, is it because of the stimulation of alcohol?" ”

"Alcohol is just an introduction." I said, "Maybe it's because we're all alone." ”

"It's exciting to think about being painted by a boy on my body." She sighed, "Do you think I'm a bad girl?" ”

"How so?" My face pressed against her, "You're a very pure girl. ”

"Pure ......," she laughed, "it's the first time I've heard such a literary description." ”

"Hmmm......"

"Thank you, Lu Yanchen."

"Thank me for what?"

"I don't know, I just want to say that."

"Well, thank you too......"

Am I intoxicated by her gaze......

Am I intoxicated by her breathing......

Am I intoxicated by her life......

The dawn sun slowly replaced the moonlight, and we fell asleep at dawn.