BSI Chapter 304 You promised to draw, why are you getting so greedy...?
Chapter 304 You promised to draw, why are you getting so greedy...?
The door opened, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted out.
The first floor consists of a living room and a study, which are elegantly decorated.
The furniture is made of natural wood, and several ink paintings hang on the wall, depicting mountains, forests, and animals with lively brushstrokes.
The most eye-catching feature is the bookshelf that covers the entire east wall of the living room, crammed with all kinds of books, from zoology to folk tales, from art albums to ancient thread-bound books.
Lin Feng glanced at the books and saw titles such as "A Study of Mountain Spirits and Wild Monsters" and "A Study of Folk Evil-Suppressing Techniques".
In one corner of the living room stood a display shelf, not filled with antiques, but with various animal specimens, bones, and feathers.
A perfect owl specimen, several huge snake skins, a small fox skeleton, and a row of butterflies in a glass box.
These things, when placed together, do not create a gloomy atmosphere, but rather possess a strange and reverent beauty that embraces life.
"These were all collected by my dad and sister." Tang Xiaorui noticed Lin Feng's gaze. "My dad is a zoologist, and my sister... she looks serious, but she's interested in these 'strange' things."
She didn't explain much, and pulled Lin Feng towards the stairs: "My room is on the second floor."
The stairs are made of wood, and they creak slightly when you step on them.
There are three rooms on the second floor. Tang Xiaorui pushed open the middle white door.
The room was large, but it seemed a bit messy—the kind of messy that was full of life.
Sunlight streamed in through the south-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire space.
The most eye-catching thing is the huge easel by the window, on which hangs an unfinished painting. It depicts a mountain forest under the moonlight, with a white deer standing by the stream, looking up at the moon.
There were a dozen or so paintbrushes, several paint tubes crammed together, and several paint dishes scattered on the floor next to the easel, the paint inside of which had dried and clumped together.
The left side of the room is a whole wall of bookshelves, but they are not filled with books, but with various picture albums, comics, art theory books, and dozens of sketchbooks of different sizes.
On the workbench in front of the bookshelf, a graphics tablet is connected to a computer, and the screen is still lit, displaying a half-finished illustration.
It looks like a cover illustration for a novel.
To the right is the living area: a large bed covered with light blue sheets, with several cartoon pillows piled up at the head of the bed.
A beanbag chair was nestled in the corner, with a blanket tossed on it.
Instead of cosmetics, the dressing table was covered with all sorts of strange and unusual trinkets.
Ceramic foxes, wooden birds, and miniature landscape bonsai made of stone.
The walls are covered with her paintings: watercolor sketches of the zoo, cartoon-style animals, and several highly completed fantasy scenes.
Lin Feng's gaze slowly swept across the entire room, finally settling on Tang Xiaorui's face.
"Your room is so stylish," he said with a smile, his voice filled with admiration, "It's like falling into... well, a very special 'Tang Xiaorui' universe. Every inch of it is brimming with vitality."
Tang Xiaorui's lips immediately curved into an unconcealable smile, her chin slightly raised, like a cat whose fur had been stroked.
"Just tell me if your room is messy, it's okay."
"This isn't chaos," Lin Feng shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the watercolor sketches and fantasy scenes on the wall. "This is a studio with life."
"You have good taste." She smiled, her eyes crinkling, and casually straightened a cartoon pillow that had fallen to the side on the bed.
Lin Feng sat down on the edge of the beanbag chair:
"By the way, what exactly do you want me to help you with?"
Tang Xiaorui took a deep breath, walked to the easel, and pointed to the painting "White Deer Under the Moonlight":
"Actually, I called you here because I wanted to ask you to be my model."
"I want to draw a character of a boy from the mountains, but..."
She bit her lip. "I can't draw the muscle lines of a man, especially his abs and V-line."
"I referenced a lot of pictures, but the drawing always looked fake."
Lin Feng was stunned: "So...you want me to..."
"Take off your shirt and let me see the real muscle structure." Tang Xiaorui said, her face burning red. "Just five minutes, no, three minutes is fine! I really need to see it for myself..."
Her eyes held a mixture of shyness, pleading, and a hint of cunning, and her chest rose and fell slightly.
Lin Feng nodded knowingly, walked to the center of the room, and stood with his back to the easel.
The only sound in the room was the faint rustling of fabric—he raised his hand and, starting with the top button, slowly and steadily unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time.
Then the soft T-shirt underneath was neatly pulled over the head and gently tossed aside.
The firm pectoral muscles were clearly outlined in the light and shadow, followed by the well-defined abdominal muscles that rose and fell with his breath, and then the V-line that extended downwards, disappearing into the edge of the dark jeans, leaving an intriguing shadow.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Then, he clearly heard a short, labored breath coming from Tang Xiaorui's side, which she tried to suppress but still managed to let out.
"You... turn around a little, so you're facing the light from the side." Her voice was a little hoarse.
Lin Feng did as instructed.
He could feel Tang Xiaorui's gaze roaming over him; the gaze was so real that it made his skin feel slightly hot wherever it touched.
The room was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat and Tang Xiaorui's increasingly heavy breathing.
"Can I... touch you?" Tang Xiaorui had somehow walked up to him, looking up at him with her eyes watery.
"I want to feel the direction of the muscles, just for a moment."
Before Lin Feng could answer, her fingertips were already gently pressing on his abdominal muscles.
The touch was very light, yet it felt like an electric current coursing through my entire body.
Tang Xiaorui's fingertips were slightly cool as she slowly slid along the grooves of her abdominal muscles, from the junction of her chest and abdomen to her navel, and then to where her V-line disappeared.
Her breath was hot against his skin.
"Here..." Her voice grew even hoarseer, "So that's how the lines here turn..."
She raised her other hand as well, placing both hands on his abdomen, her thumb unconsciously rubbing against the edge of his V-line, the sensation causing Lin Feng's abdominal muscles to tighten suddenly.
"Don't move..." she whispered, but her forehead involuntarily pressed against his chest.
Lin Feng could smell the fragrance of gardenias in her hair, mixed with a faint scent of paint and turpentine.
Her nose gently brushed against the skin of his chest, her warm breath landing on the spot where his heart was beating the loudest.
She suddenly seemed to realize something, abruptly withdrew her hand, and took a small step back.
After a long pause, she turned and quickly walked to the desk, picked up her sketchbook and charcoal pencils, then moved a small stool and sat down in front of him, whispering:
"I... I'll draw it out; it'll be clearer that way."
Her hand holding the charcoal pencil was still trembling slightly, but she quickly calmed down and focused her gaze on Lin Feng's waist and abdomen, the charcoal pencil sliding lightly across the paper.
The rustling sound broke the silence of the room. Sunlight fell on the top of her head, making her flushed cheeks look even softer. Her long eyelashes trembled gently, making her look earnest and touching.
Lin Feng stood there quietly, his gaze falling on her flushed profile. Watching her earnestly sketching, the heat in his heart gradually subsided, replaced by a gentler feeling.
About ten minutes later, Tang Xiaorui finally stopped using her charcoal pencil and gently closed her sketchbook.
She raised her head, her face still flushed, and said softly, "Okay, okay."
Lin Feng exhaled, his tense body gradually relaxing. He reached for the T-shirt beside him and was about to put it on when Tang Xiaorui suddenly stood up, walked over quickly, and grabbed his arm. The force was not strong, but it carried an unyielding stubbornness.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with shyness, pleading, and a barely concealed longing:
"Let's...let's do what we did in our dream again...okay?"