He Luo took a quick shower, dried off with a towel, and got dressed. She made sure everything was in place before turning the door handle.
“I’m done.”
The bathroom was filled with steam, and her face was flushed from the heat. Her hair was tied up, exposing her smooth neck, with a few damp strands hanging down, making her look particularly endearing.
Jian Yue’s eyes darkened slightly. “Let me carry you back to your room to rest.”
He leaned down and carefully picked her up, avoiding the bruises on her legs with his large hands.
He Luo gazed at his handsome profile, tempted to lean in for a kiss, but she didn’t want to seem too forward. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to naturally wrap her arms around his neck.
The intimate pose didn’t last long. When Jian Yue placed her gently on the bed, He Luo reluctantly let go.
As Jian Yue stood up, he knocked something over with a loud clatter that echoed in the quiet room.
His attractive, well-defined hand reached down to pick up the fallen object.
He Luo recognized it as her sketchbook and panicked, wanting to stop Jian Yue, but it was too late.
The pages scattered across the floor.
There were sketches of cats, leaves—just some impromptu drawings, nothing too embarrassing to show.
The problem was that she had impulsively drawn many sketches of Jian Yue last night—his face, his muscles, and even his large, erect penis…
She covered her eyes, unable to bear looking.
It was over; she had socially ruined herself in front of Jian Yue!
Jian Yue picked up a few pages and asked, “Did you study art?”
“Yes…”
Hearing his calm tone, He Luo hoped he hadn’t noticed. She peeked through her fingers, only to see Jian Yue holding the sketch of his nude figure.
The smooth lines of his abdomen, his strong physique, and his fully exposed genitals…
Jian Yue looked at it for a moment and then calmly remarked, “Not bad.”
Is this about whether it’s well-drawn? This, this, this!
He Luo’s face turned beet red, feeling like a boiling kettle about to overflow. The sense of near-asphyxiation was overwhelming, and she noticed Jian Yue’s slight smile.
He was laughing; he was laughing at her!
“It’s just that the proportions are off. My penis doesn’t look like that.”
Jian Yue put the sketchbook aside and approached her, his gaze filled with intense emotion.
“Do you want to see it?”
For a moment, He Luo thought she was hearing things. She swallowed hard, stunned.
“I…”
Jian Yue stood right in front of her, and from this angle, her eyes inevitably focused on his waist and hips.
He Luo decided to follow her instincts, slowly and solemnly nodding her head.
“Yes, I want to see…”
No matter what, just look first!
Jian Yue lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing his alluring waistline, and his deep, husky voice further captivated her.
“Go ahead, do it yourself.”