Her Overbearing Young Master - Chapter 2
Xiang Bei had that dream again.
In her dream, she crawled on the ground naked.
Yes, crawl, he was completely powerless. That chill seemed to come from the depths of his bones, it was simply maddening.
But she crawled and crawled, but she could not climb out of the cold white.
Finally she wakes up with a cry, sweating profusely.
“Fuck, are you done yet?”
This guy liked to sleep naked, so he habitually touched his waist.
The protruding scar was covered by the blue demoness tattoo that she had found, but the feeling of her touch was still as distinct as before.
Two years ago, when she woke up in her own home, she had a sewn wound and a black man’s shirt.
Xiang Bei was so scared that she almost peed her pants.
To be able to get rid of her innocence while sleeping at home, if this were to be revealed, others would definitely call her a lunatic.
It was a good thing that apart from his slightly swollen lips, there were no other signs of injuries on his body.
She had secretly kept this matter in her heart as a supernatural event. However, she had gone to check her body afterwards and did not find anything out of the ordinary.
Xiang Bei went to the bathroom to take a shower and quickly packed herself up.
There was a drawing class today, and it was said that the model was a handsome guy.
Thirty minutes later …
In front of him was the well-built chest of a man.
It was bronze in color, and its muscles were knotted. It was as if they had been cut, coming together.
Because it was simply too muscular, one could clearly see the veins protruding from the pectoral muscles.
A snow-white finger naughtily pressed down on his chest muscles. It was very solid.
It was a simple action, but the man’s Adam’s apple slid a few times in a sorry state, and the sound of swallowing was very loud.
He gently slid his finger down the man’s chest.
He glided past the bulging chest, the eight beautiful abdominal muscles, and his flat lower abdomen …
The man gasped, his expression ugly.
He could only stand there stiffly, allowing the little woman in front of him to point at him.
He was wearing nothing but a loose stretch, and the little woman seemed to think her pants were pulled too high, her naughty finger sliding down the line of the mermaid, pulling them down another two centimeters.
Do not think this is a shameful thing, in fact, this is just a serious body drawing class.
Xiang Bei’s expression remained indifferent as she poked and poked the model with her finger.
The model was a bodybuilder specially hired by the school.
The bodybuilder was distressed. If he were to be poked by this little beauty again, he would definitely lose face.
Xiang Bei wore a white shirt and a blue linen long skirt.
Her wavy hair was tied back with a pencil, and there were two unruly strands of hair scattered around her delicate cheeks.
There was a trace of laziness in the freshness.
In the midst of pure beauty, it also inadvertently revealed a little bit of charm.
This was Xiang Bei.
She touched her chin and glanced at the old professor who was scribbling excitedly. “Elder Lu, didn’t you say we should see the most beautiful muscles?”
Before Elder Lu could speak, Mi Tu Tu shouted as she drew: “Isn’t this the most beautiful muscle? Bei Bei, what you’re saying is too much of a blow to this well-built big brother’s self-esteem.”
Xiang Bei returned to her easel, showing no intention to start now.
“I’ve long been sick of this kind of muscle. From a bodybuilding perspective, Big Brother Bodybuilding’s muscle is really great. However, to us ordinary people, this kind of muscle is only for appreciation. It has no practical use at all. The flesh was too solid, hugging to sleep would be like hugging a stone. “The lines are too hard, it seems a bit terrifying.”
Mi Tu Tu scoffed, “Miss Xiang, today is just drawing your muscles. Do you think I’ll choose a harem for you?”
The bodybuilder couldn’t argue for himself, he could only sulkily continue to be a model.
Seeing that Xiang Bei did not have any intention to start writing, Mi Tu Tu went over and grabbed her: “Don’t sit down, the position of my shoulder is not easy to draw, teach me.”
Xiang Bei had no choice but to stand behind Mi Tu Tu and point at her drawing.
Under the large parasol tree outside the studio, a man stood tall.