Time and space were drained away, and Jiayin felt that she had entered nothingness. If she hadn't experienced it herself, she wouldn't have understood the charm of art. At this moment, she felt what kind of painting this was! What kind of atmosphere is this? She felt that all the scenery around her had disappeared, as if in an environment of complete nothingness, looking at all this, how unreal, as if in a dark void, everything no longer existed. She really couldn't believe that all the paintings in it turned out to be her appearance, but ...... It's her, it's not her. Not to mention a hundred paintings, they have only known each other for less than three days.

The shock in her heart was also mixed with emotion, the first time she was painted as a model like this, there was an illusion of being worshipped. In front of a painting, she couldn't move her feet. It was an image of an ancient woman recreated based on her face, there was a tear in the corner of her eye, Jiayin stared at that tear, flickered, it seemed to come to a dim place, she opened her eyes, saw the handcuffs on her wrists, and the scars on her arms, the sharp pain hit, she didn't have time to do anything, she suddenly opened her eyes, and I don't know how long it was, the tears that slipped down her cheeks dripped on her neck.

She was demented, her consciousness wandering between the dim space and the studio, until a cold female voice brought her consciousness back to the place, "You're the muse?!" ”

Jia Yin followed the sound and saw the short-haired girl she had seen before standing in the distance, she was dyed green and her eyes were slightly hostile.

I wanted to meet you last time, but I was too hasty, "I'm Yi Jiayin, and I'm Brother Zhong's model!" ”

"It's like he's been in an evil spot these days, and he's not eating, sleeping, or sleeping day and night, and he's been painting. I thought he had painted something, and it turned out to be you! What, are you in love? The short-haired woman not only did not answer her question, but was full of malice.

"It's the first time I've seen these paintings." Jia Yin squeezed out a smile, and the air between them was a little too tense, as if the spring was about to collapse.

Just when she was embarrassed to play her self-familiar nature, Zhong Xi walked up and held a new watercolor painting in her hand, "Jiayin, Jiayin, look at my new painting!" ”

Seeing the short-haired woman, Zhong Xi paused for a second and said indifferently, "Hey, Boss Long, you're here!" ”

"Yes, Ah Xi, if you don't answer the phone, I'll bring you dinner." Boss Long tilted his head and looked at Jiayin, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there, I didn't take your share." ”

"Ah, it's okay, I have an appointment for the evening, haha, just don't bother you, so I have to go." Jiayin realized that she was like a superfluous person, she went downstairs in a panic, Zhong Xi chased her behind, and when she was changing shoes in the entrance, Zhong Xi held the painting in her hand and stopped Jiayin, "Jiayin, I'...... I love you. I've been thinking about you for three days and three nights, you're not just my muse, you're also me, the person I think about day and night. I really, can't help but tell you that my heart is already all about you. ”

Jiayin was a little stunned, the confession came too suddenly, she said, "This is too sudden! ”

"I'm afraid it's too late, that's why I made such an abrupt confession, I know it's very sudden, but, I mean you."

"Brother Zhongxi, you don't know me, what I pursue is the mission of environmental protection." Jiayin also wanted to tell him what he said to Liang Zixuan.