NFBE Chapter 753 Human Affairs 13
Chapter 753 Human Affairs 13
Qin Che quickly scanned the code to pay, and the stall owner kindly brought them two small folding chairs before turning to prepare the painting tools.
"Guests, please have a seat here."
You looked at the small folding chair, then at Qin Che's long legs, and looked at him with amusement.
Qin Che didn't seem to notice anything amiss. He moved the two chairs closer together and sat down calmly.
Tsk tsk tsk, you can't help but sigh, as expected of Qin Che, even sitting on a small chair...
Elegant, truly elegant.
"What are you still spacing out for?" Qin Che stretched out a hand to you.
A large palm enveloped your slightly chilly fingertips, and the warmth of the palm dispelled the winter chill.
After you sat down, you leaned closer to his shoulder, your eyes crinkling as you looked at him: "Qin Che, there's actually another benefit to painting this souvenir, do you know what it is?"
Qin Che tilted his head slightly to look at you, waiting for your answer.
You pulled your clasped hands to your knees, the hem of your red scarf just covering the back of his hands.
You gazed at the faint smile at the corner of his eye, a ripple of emotion stirring within you, but you deliberately raised an eyebrow and said, "Qin Che, if one day you disappear without a trace again, or get injured somewhere I don't know about, I'll make a thousand copies of your half and issue a wanted poster! Let everyone in the entire N109 district see what my idea is like?"
Qin Che did not answer immediately, but instead chuckled softly and turned to give instructions to the stall owner.
"When you're drawing it later, could you please make it look like it's welded together? Thanks."
He raised an eyebrow slightly, his garnet-red pupils glowing faintly red, his gaze, a mixture of provocation and expectation, piercing you with the precision of an arrow.
How could you possibly admit defeat so easily at a time like this!
Your almond-shaped eyes widened, trying to bounce back the oppressive feeling with the same sharp gaze.
In front of the painting stall, the stall owner had already set out the paint boxes, and the wooden easel cast a long, thin shadow in the twilight.
You two are like a pair of ferocious beasts facing each other, your gazes colliding in mid-air, sparking silent flames.
"Ahem...you two!" The stall owner cleared his throat, then suddenly raised his hand, framing your bodies within a simple viewfinder he made with his fingers. "Can you maintain this position?" Before he finished speaking, he picked up a pen and began quickly sketching on a piece of paper. "Just this pose, don't move, it feels great."
You muttered to yourself, "What kind of feeling could this pose possibly convey? If I drew it, it'd probably end up hanging in your boxing ring as an advertisement."
Before the words had even finished, her chin was suddenly pinched by warm fingertips.
Qin Che's well-defined fingers, like a paintbrush, gently lifted your face.
"You were in this position just now, don't move." His fingertips caressed your burning skin, the warm touch making your heart skip a beat.
The warmth of his palm spread up his skin, and his eyes were full of interest: "It's just that your eyesight seems a little off. Where did that bristling kitten go?"
You glared at him irritably and bared your teeth at him.
The next second, a triumphant smile curved Qin Che's lips, and his deep voice carried a seductive quality: "Hmm, now this tastes right..."
You reach out the little hand that he wasn't holding and secretly pinch his waist, trying to give him a little "good fruit" to taste.