I remember when I was in college, Xia Yun modeled for me for the first time, and it happened to coincide with my period.

In the human body class of the university, before the class, all the students were extremely looking forward to it, excited, and imagining in their minds were all models of handsome men and beautiful women, with plump and healthy bodies like Venus. When I actually went to class, I learned that the female model who came to the studio to dedicate herself to art was an aunt in her fifties, and the male model was also an uncle who was at least over sixty years old.

All the books about the direction of the muscles, the texture, the structure and lines, and the light and shadow layout on the skin are all filled with shriveled and loose flesh.

The teacher in charge of teaching the human body explained that the purpose of painting the human body is to better understand the structure of the human body, and truly feel the changes and differences presented by various characters at different ages, so as to better understand the differences in age, occupation, identity, and personality in the creation of characters, and accumulate more experience in future creations.

Who doesn't want to have a handsome guy and a beautiful woman in front of him and let himself have a good time.

But hope is hope, Xia Yun was a model for me for the first time, and she didn't even take off her hat.

That time was in the second studio, she was wearing a long white dress, a light blue T-shirt, and a sunhat, and her hair was so long under the hat, the breeze blew, and the sun danced on the tips of her hair, like an elf.

In fact, no matter how you look at it, she is a very beautiful girl.

It seems to be carefully carved, her skin is soft, her white teeth are revealed when she smiles, and the most beautiful thing is her eyes, even pearl agate does not have such a smart luster, blinking and blinking, like a talking elf. She was not afraid of my gaze, and I looked at her smiling like a flower, and her neck was slender and white, so clean that I couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

When I was painting, she was sitting in the middle of the studio, I was in front of her to the right, her face was facing me sideways, and when she started to structure, her eyes started to look at me all the time.

My eyes penetrated her body, and then, little by little, sketched on the paper. Her legs were tightly together, her waist was straight, and her pale blue T-shirt set off her beautiful breasts. She looked at me so quietly that I suddenly felt a little dazed, and my writing was a little stagnant.

Her eyes seemed to penetrate my heart, and I laughed out loud, and just as I was about to speak, the door of the studio was pushed open, and a student from the art department walked in, and seeing this rare opportunity, she quietly sat down next to her and began to paint her.

Later, her brow suddenly made a distressed expression, at first I thought she was frowning deliberately, but later I found out that she was really uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" I asked her. She blushed and didn't answer, but I immediately guessed why.

There is no one in her dormitory, and Little Sheep and Ah B go out shopping and watch movies, and they don't come back until night. I took her to our rented house, where she lay on my bed and drank a cup of hot ginger tea I had brewed, her frown still not letting go.

I hesitated for a long time before making a decision.

As soon as I grabbed her right hand, she was startled, her face turned red instantly, and she reflexively wanted to withdraw it. I used some strength in my hands, but I didn't let her break free, but pinched her tiger mouth and kneaded it slowly with two fingers.

"Don't move, rub it for a while, and you won't hurt." My face was also hot, and I pretended to be fine, but my voice was a little shaky, revealing my inner fawn.

She didn't break free, and listened to my reasonable explanations before letting me rub/abuse her hands wantonly. After a moment, she sneered.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked with a red face.

"Lu Yanchen, how do you know everything?" Her expression was not at all like what I had heard. There are many rumors about the school flower, but it is recognized that the suitors around her are like clouds, and she is wandering in the middle of it, and the leaves do not touch her.

How could such a girl blush so easily?

But her question really made me nervous.

"When I was a child, I rubbed it like this for my mother." I can't admit that I learned this from Chen Yiyao, so I casually made up a reason.

"Yo, I don't dare to be." She laughed.

"What?" I was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that she had taken advantage of me, "Oh, you dare to take advantage of me." ”

"You see, you're still taking advantage of me." She snorted.

"I'm helping others, I'm not taking advantage of you." I refuted her.

"In the name of helping others, take advantage." She doesn't give up.

"It's not called taking advantage." I continued to resist.

"Isn't that taking advantage? Then you say, what is it called taking advantage? "There seemed to be a lake of water in her eyes, almost engulfing me in it.

"I, I don't know......" My gaze suddenly panicked.

"I know." Her voice was a little low, and her breathing was a little heavy.

"What?" I didn't hear it very clearly.

Her face suddenly came together.

"Say! What's going on in your mind? ”

Her mouth was less than ten centimeters away from me, and her eyes were wide open, as if she was interrogating a person who had stolen her heart.

"How can I ......" I couldn't resist her attack at all, kneading her palms without the slightest pause, "I didn't do anything." ”

"Just because you didn't do it doesn't mean you didn't want to mess around." She snorted again, "Don't think I'm Yang Xiaole's kind of person. ”

I suddenly found myself a little obsessed with the sound she snorted.

"I didn't think so...... You are different from Yang Xiaole. I nodded solemnly and said, "You are much better looking than Yang Xiaole." ”

After saying that, I found that there was something wrong with this sentence. My original intention is that from an aesthetic point of view, the contours, the shape of the face, and the proportions can be said to be ambiguous or close to confessional.

Sure enough, Xia Yun laughed.

"You've got eyes." She used a very strange word.

I nodded, silent.

The atmosphere was a little awkward and ambiguous, my hands kept pinching her tiger's mouth, and there was sweat between the palms, and I didn't know if it was her palms that were sweaty, or mine. At first, I was seriously kneading her, but later, it gradually became our hands together.

Her hands are hot, and so are mine. I didn't dare look up at her, her eyebrows were lowered, and her gaze seemed to be on our hands, but I knew that her eyes were looking at me, and I was looking at her.

Her hair, body, and breath all had a strange fragrance that intoxicated me. Neither of us continued to speak, but the hand never let go, just the kneading action, which turned into the rubbing of my fingertips on the back of her hand, gently, one at a time, this is Chen Yiyao's favorite action on my hand.

Her fingers began to respond to me. In the palm of my hand, scratching gently. I tickled her, she tickled me, and by this time my face was hot, and I knew she was too, because her face was red too.

I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and in the quiet of the room, the sound was exceptionally clear.

She chuckled softly.

"What are you thinking?" She asked me, her voice a little hoarse.

"I'm thinking......," I replied in a low voice, "to let you be my model, I'm alone." ”

"Like today?" Her voice was also low, almost muttering.

"It's not just that." I think she should know what I mean.

I knew the idea was impulsive and presumptuous, but in the current atmosphere, I couldn't suppress my inner desire.

"And what do you want?" She asked me.

"I ...... I wanted to draw ......" I was a little nervous and stammered, for fear that what I would say next would scare her.

"Draw what?"

"Draw...... Your body. ”