Huo Junhuai retracted his exposed look, staring at the girl in front of him with a deep gaze, and the little smile that had just flowed out between his eyebrows had all disappeared.

The handsome face is hidden behind such an indifferent look, but it is more and more seductive.

It's a pity.

The girl who was being watched like this obviously opened a pair of brightest eyes and "stared" at him.

But his reflection was not reflected in his eyes.

Huo Junhuai suddenly remembered the sketch she had made for him that he treasured in the studio.

By "seeing" by touch, she painted him perfectly.

Even though she couldn't see it, he carved his image into her heart.

But, until this moment.

He realized that he was actually looking forward to-

She was able to really see herself in the eye.

And Huo Junhuai once thought that he would no longer have such expectations since he was 17 years old.

But now, now that he has sensed his intentions, he doesn't bother to choose to escape.

"In that case......

After a moment of silence.

The man's thin lips were slightly lifted, and in an intimate tone of a normal dinner date between men and women, his face did not change and he handed out an invitation to the girl with a slightly strange painting style.

"How about making an appointment to have surgery together?"

However, the invited lord did not feel any disobedience.

"Okay."

Hearing this, the girl who made the suggestion first responded casually.

"Wait until after the competition." She said again.

The fingers once again ran over the man's long tight legs, and the little star was "played" with great interest.

Huo Junhuai's eyes darkened, and he shot again, about to clamp her wrist......

The girl stretched out her left hand first, pulled down his neck, and chuckled.

"A contract ceremony?"

Before the words fell, he kissed the cold thin lips.

The familiar taste of crispy sweetness suddenly spreads.

In just one moment, it satisfied the meager longing that had risen in her right place.

Of course, the next second.

The girl who has finished venting has not yet had time to leave......

The man who had come back to his senses had already stepped forward, plucked her lips from the object, and stretched out his hand again.

pressed the little villain who wanted to run away after the teasing into his arms.

The two of them fell into the bathtub together.

The man stretched his hands and sat down on the edge of the bar.

And the girl who was caught off guard could only choose to half-sit on his body and was forced to continue kissing.

Back on the battlefield, she bit the corner of his lip with a vengeance.

The body collided with the cylinder wall, bringing a moment of pain.

In this intense kiss, no one cared.

The sprinklers were shaken open at the same time.

A fine column of water gushed out and swayed, gradually wetting the clothes of the two of them.

The lips and tongue are against each other, and the skin is grinding.

The temperature in the bathroom is constantly rising.

And the hazy mist drifted away, half-covering a piece of spring.

*

A month passed by in a hurry.

Fresh gossip emerged one after another, and gradually suppressed the fight between Yan Yan and Su Rouyin.

Fortunately, before the heat completely passed, the competition finally came as scheduled-

On July 8, Yan Yu and Su Rouyin submitted their works to the organizers of the exhibition at the same time.

When the news came out, the melon-eating masses returned one after another.

Various media followed, and several even boarded a plane to Paris, intending to get first-hand coverage.

On Saturday, July 10th, at 8:30 a.m. (2:30 a.m. Chinese time), the exhibition will open.

In China, except for some anxious night owls, most of the gossip people who pay attention to the competition have fallen asleep, just thinking about waiting for tomorrow morning to see the news.

Outside the on-site exhibition hall, several Chinese media who came from afar were all carrying long guns and short cannons, looking hard.

Finally, the two main masters came-