"Huh?" He was a man, beautiful and artistic, and he stood in front of me, looking at me with his eyebrows twisted, as if he were about to make a hole.

"How did I rub off a piece?" He touched my arm, frowning, and seemed a little worried.

The way he looked at me was something precious, and it made me feel creepy.

I don't know how to describe it, it's the kind of feeling that can't be described, heavy, sticky, too deep, too ...... Terror.

"Let's go find some materials to make up for it." He carefully placed the white cloth over me, then retreated to the door, and before leaving, he stood in the doorway and paused before locking it and leaving.

Only then did I dare to take back the sovereignty of my body, meditate for a while, and felt that he would come back in a while, so I simply retreated.

Sure enough, after a while, he came in with this thing, I don't know what it was, but he lifted the cloth, picked up the brush, and brushed my arm, as if it were paint.

Person...... Need pigments?

I can't think this person made my body???

Since you are not a kidnapper, you are a pervert! How could anyone fall in love with a paint-paste painting!

I'm messy in the wind, and this body may affect my movement very much, and it may break if it is exposed to the sun or rain, and the wind blows.

I've got to figure out a way.

[Player Lu Ming applies for a body swap, and needs to pay 100,000 experience points, do you want to continue?] ]

That's it, the model shell is also a shell, it's not necessary, it's not necessary.

It's not that I can't bear it, I personally think I'm quite bearable.

So I crossed out the pop-up box and silently watched as the person in front of me painted my body, his movements were so gentle that even thermal imaging could tell the emotions expressed by his movements.

After a while, he should have finished, so he put the paint away, set it aside, and stroked my body's eyebrows.

I:!!!

Luckily, he just watched for a while, and then he walked out, and I breathed a sigh of relief and left.

Otherwise, I really can't face it, it's just hard to accept, it's really ...... Perverted.

I thought it would be over, but not long after, someone came and moved me away, and I was carefully loaded into the car.

About thirty minutes later, I was lifted out of the car again, and after the bumps, it finally calmed down.

When I arrived at an art classroom, I heard the rustle of pens and the students staring at me in unison.

"Students, this is a work that I have made over the course of three years, and in order to prepare for the art competition, I will give you a free view." As he spoke, the cloth on my body was violently lifted by him.

"Thank you, teacher!"

"Teacher, you're so good!"

"Hooray!"

"But teacher, it's a bit of a pity, one of our class can't draw anything good!"

A boy laughed at others, and everyone looked at the corner in unison, where a girl was still drawing with her head down.

Malice for no reason, unleashed, seemed to form a wall, enclosing her in that corner.

Her hand holding the brush shook slightly, and I had a strong instinct that she was the subject of my assignment.

And the teacher on the podium, the person who created me, ignored this scene with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Don't bully your classmates, now, painting is the most important thing for you." ”

The boy smiled as if he was praised, his eyes glancing at the girl, and he rolled with unspeakable malice.

Fortunately, I left this body early, otherwise, it was me who was watched, and I can't guarantee that I wouldn't move.