In this world, there is nothing he can't get if he wants to get it!
These are his rules and the rules that others must follow.
Ye Ruoyi was very angry, but when she saw the look in his eyes, her heart beat faster for no reason.
I was thinking unconsciously, did he like the person in the painting or the author?
Mu Shiqin still looked at the painting. After looking at it for a long time, he asked: "Who is this person you painted? You?"
As if destined, he fell in love with this painting the first time he saw it.
He didn't know why, but it felt like a drug addict's obsession with drugs, a smoker's obsession with cigarettes, an alcoholic's obsession with wine, and a man's obsession with women.
It's almost impossible to imagine how beautiful the person in the painting looks, and I can't even imagine how dazzling that smile must be.
Just a simple back view made him fall in love without hesitation. At this moment, he seemed to have fallen into a puzzle. Unfortunately, it was the wrong puzzle. This story was wrong from the beginning.
Ye Ruoyi looked at the simple sketch with him, with a proud smile on her face: "Of course it's me, the other me!"
Mu Shiqin turned his head and looked at Zoey's expression, feeling somewhat similar.
But if I look closely, I feel like something is missing.
The kind of power that made him almost obsessed.
At that time, he had no idea how stupid his behavior was at the moment. Every time he thought of today, he sighed with self-deprecation: "Actually, it was me who was wrong in the beginning, it was me!"
Mu Shiqin stood up and suddenly hugged Ye Ruoyi. There was a vague sadness on his delicate face, and his tenderness was full of temptation: "I fell in love with this painting!"
Ye Ruoyi trembled and looked at his face. She wanted to struggle but was restrained by him.
Such close contact made her face turn as red as an apple. For her who had never been in love before, her heart almost stopped, and her breathing was breathless and unbearable.
She thought this was Mu Shiqin's confession to her, but she didn't know that what he fell in love with was just that painting, because only when he looked at that painting, his expression could be called gentle.
What she didn't expect was that the original intention was not hers at all!
Mu Shiqin hugged her tightly. It cleared up after the rain, and the sunlight shone on them, and the shadows on the ground began to mingle.
"What do you think this painting is trying to express?" he asked, a masculine breath coming to his face.
Ye Ruoyi smiled and said: "It's hope. You see, the sun is shining on her body. She is sitting at the window with her back to us, and she is receiving indeed hope!"
Mu Shiqin was silent, not talking, just watching quietly.
As I watched, two words suddenly came to my mind.
struggle!
She believed without any basis that the woman in the painting was not struggling.
She seemed to want to touch something, but she couldn't escape the shackles of the shadow.
There is something hidden behind that light.
What exactly is hidden?
He didn't know it at the time, but what was actually hiding behind it was despair.
.....
Friendship, we simply call it a relationship without physical contact.
Erotica, we call it love without love.
So gradually, we began to regard people with whom we had a good relationship but had not slept with each other as friends.
Gradually, we put the people we sleep with in an erotic position.
As we all know, prostitutes have no friendship, only sex.