An Qi washed up, changed her clothes, and came out of the room again. She didn't see Feng Jiuci at the door. She was slightly relieved. She adjusted her breathing and then walked to the living room.
In the kitchen.
Feng Jiuci put the reheated milk on the dining table and said, "Come over for breakfast."
"..."
Why does she feel like she is a guest and Feng Jiuci is the owner of this house?
An Qi awkwardly sat down opposite Feng Jiuci.
Finding that there was only one breakfast in front of him, An Qi asked him, "Don't you want to eat it?"
"I have already eaten."
"oh."
An Qi took a bun and nibbled on it. While nibbling, she secretly observed Feng Jiuci. Only then did she realize that Feng Jiuci was wearing a pink printed suit today.
An Qi couldn't move her eyes away.
Before meeting Feng Jiuci, An Qi never knew that a man could look so good in pink. The key is that he doesn't look girly at all.
His skin is white.
The pink color makes his face even more handsome.
only……
"Brother Jiu, aren't you cold?"
"not cold."
"I just checked the temperature, and it's minus seven degrees outside right now." An Qi felt a little guilty, "It was still five or six degrees yesterday. It rained at night, and the temperature suddenly dropped sharply today. If I had known it would be so cold today, I would
You should have made an appointment at another time. It's all my fault. I should have checked the weather forecast in advance."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm young and can withstand the cold."
Feng Jiuci pointed to the air conditioner, "You see, I have already turned on the air conditioner in advance."
"But……"
"Stop it, didn't you say it would take a long time to paint? You should hurry up and have breakfast. After dinner, we will be ready to start."
"..."
An Qi gave Feng Jiuci a strange look.
How does she feel...
Brother Jiu was even more impatient than she was.
An Qi continued to nibble on her buns.
Feng Jiuci stared at her expectantly, "How is it? Is it delicious?"
"delicious."
"That's good. It's my first time cooking, so I'm afraid you won't be used to it."
"..."
Cook?
An Qi was stunned.
She looked down and confirmed that these were the frozen buns her mother had bought for her.
Could it be...
In Brother Jiu's mind, heating up frozen buns counts as cooking?
An Qi tentatively asked, "Then...thank you?"
"You're welcome, you're welcome. Please try the milk I heated for you to see if it tastes good."
The corner of An Qi's mouth twitched.
She was now sure that Brother Ninth was asking for credit.
She took a bite of the milk and saw Feng Jiuci's eyes full of expectation. She twitched the corner of her mouth and put down the cup helplessly, "Brother Jiu, this is ordinary pure milk. Just because you heated it, I can't be ignorant."
I can honestly say it tastes better than usual."
"..."
Feng Jiuci's smile froze.
When a normal girl eats the loving breakfast from a super handsome guy like him, shouldn't she be so moved that she bursts into tears?
Why is An Xiaoqi not normal?
Feng Jiuci coughed covertly, "I mean, hurry up and eat, and we'll start after you finish."
"oh."
After meal.
Angel washed the dishes and cups.
The living room was spacious, and she originally planned to paint in the living room, but the temperature was too low today, and the large space meant that the room was very cold.
An Qi thought for a while.
Decided to move to the bedroom.
An Qi also turned on the air conditioner in the room and adjusted it to 30 degrees.
While the room was still warm, she decorated the room again.
Painting requires composition.
The four-piece set on Angel's bed was orange, a very warm color, which did not match the style she wanted. She moved the quilt away, put the big brown bear on the bed aside, and spread a beige blanket on the bed to cover it.
Original sheet color.
"Okay, Ninth Brother, come in."
"coming."
Feng Jiuci entered the house.
The room smells like Angel's.
Feng Jiuci's heart was beating like thunder, "Can you draw now?"
"not yet."
It was a cloudy day and the light in the room was too dark, so An Qi simply closed the curtains and turned on the ceiling lamp. The room instantly became brighter. An Qi said, "Sit on the bed and wait while I get the painting tools and easel."
"good."
Angel will be back soon.
She moved a table to the corner, spread out her paintbrushes, found a color mixing plate and mixed the colors.
soon.
All preparations have been done.
An Qi looked at Feng Jiuci sitting on the bed, thinking that he would take off all his clothes later, and her whole body began to feel nervous.
"Ok?"
"Nope."
An Qi licked her lips, "The air conditioner temperature hasn't risen yet. Let's wait until it does before starting."
"oh."
An Qi's unnatural emotions infected Feng Jiuci.
Feng Jiuci also began to feel a little uncomfortable.
It felt like there were nails growing on his butt, and he moved around uneasily.
"Brother Ninth..."
"ah?"
"Is your hair sprayed with hairspray?"
"Ah, yes." Feng Jiuci touched his hair and smiled dryly, "Aren't you going to be a model? I don't have much experience, so I just want to tidy it up. Is it because my hairstyle is not good?"
"Well, it might need to be washed off."
Feng Jiuci stood up happily, "I'm going to wash up right now."
There is a bathroom in the master bedroom.
An Qi took Feng Jiuci to the bathroom and found him shampoo and a clean towel.
Feng Jiuci is tall, with long arms and legs.
He wandered around in the bathroom, and An Qi felt that the entire space seemed to have become cramped. Perhaps because her private territory was invaded, An Qi's heartbeat was a little unbalanced.
"You wash slowly, I'll go out first."
"good."
An Qi, who was nervous, didn't notice.
Feng Jiuci, who was usually talkative, had a little less to say today.
In the bedroom.
An Qi regretted a little.
She felt that instead of asking Feng Jiuci for help, it would be better to pay for a professional model.
If it is a stranger.
Maybe she wouldn't be so nervous and embarrassed.
Can……
Now that things have reached this point, we can only bite the bullet and continue.
An Qi clenched her fists and brainwashed herself, "An Qi, you are a painter yourself, so show your professionalism. What are you afraid of? These are just small scenes."
right.
Small scene.
Angel took a dozen deep breaths, and her chaotic heartbeat finally calmed down.
A few minutes later.
The bathroom door was opened.
Feng Jiuci walked out with his hair half-dried. In order to make it easier to wash his hair, he unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt under his suit, revealing his beautiful and slender neck, sexy Adam's apple... and a small piece of white chest.
His hair is messy, which adds a bit of wild beauty to him.
This is the first time An Qi has seen a man look wild and beautiful in a pink suit.
An Qi's mouth suddenly became dry.
Her heartbeat, which she had finally suppressed, began to become chaotic again.
"An Xiaoqi, I'm fine."
"oh."
Soft big bed.
Dim light.
Slightly hot air.
A young man and woman.
An Qi realized later that this scene was somewhat ambiguous.
But things have come to this point, and the ambiguity can only continue. An Qi let out a breath of turbidity without leaving any trace, and said cruelly, "Then... take it off."