In his closet, all white shirts.

Shen Qianshu picked out a dark blue suit and white shirt for him, Yeling changed into a shirt in front of her, Shen Qianshu's face was hot, and he hurriedly looked away, Yeling's face was pale, but he had a good figure, honey-colored skin, and a strong chest, he was a typical hanger, thinly dressed, undressed with flesh, a pair of slender long legs, extremely plus, she was about to go out, Yeling ordered, "Come here!"

He took a tie and handed it to Shen Qianshu, the white shirt was tied with the bottom three buttons, Shen Qianshu understood what he meant in seconds, took the tie with his slender hand, and tied it one by one for him.

Yeling lowered her head slightly, watching her slender white fingers caress on her white shirt, she had a pair of very beautiful hands, flexible like beating notes, and her nails were rounded and clean. Her fingertips inadvertently touched his chest.

Shen Qianshu seemed to be frightened, she lowered her head, and he could only see her red ears.

"I'm scary?" asked Yeling.

Shen Qianshu shook his head, his ears reddened even more.

Yeling's gaze was like frost.

Little liar!

There was a cold fragrance on her body, faint, very charming, he remembered pillowing on her lap, when he had a splitting headache, he could always smell this cold fragrance, like a tranquilizer, relieving his pain.

The Night Tomb is too high.

Shen Qianshu couldn't reach it, he stood straight again, without the intention of bending over, Shen Qianshu had no choice but to put his feet on his feet, the two were close, the breath of hormones of the opposite sex swept her senses strongly, and Shen Qianshu felt that her face was about to catch fire.

In the midst of a scramble, it was difficult to tie his tie.

put on a shirt, tied a tie, put on a dark blue vest and suit, swept away the color of defeat, and was handsome in spirit, like a noble son, romantic but indifferent.

After Yeling left the castle, Shen Qianshu was reviewing his homework in the hall downstairs.

She is an international student, she applied to the Paris Academy of Arts to study jewelry design, and she had a language course for half a year before admission, and she came two months early, just to get familiar with the environment and language, and make money by the way.

Shen Qianshu is listening to an online French course while sketching a jewelry design.

Unknowingly, I fell asleep on the table.

This time was too tired to be tossed by Yeling.

He was massaged for up to four hours almost every day, and his arms were so stiff and stiff that they looked like they had prosthetics.

When Yeling returned, he saw her sleeping on a pile of scratch paper without any image.

The sun was shining, but his body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, he walked over and looked at Shen Qianshu condescendingly, she was lying on her side, her green hair hung down, covering half of her cheeks, revealing only half of her white face, with a faint peach blossom red.

Yeling looked at her intently, not knowing what he was thinking, squinting slightly, his attention turned to the scratch paper on the side, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and picked up the draft on the side.

It's all scratch paper for jewelry designs.

When Shen Qianshu woke up, he rubbed his eyes a little confused.

"Sir, are you back?"

Yeling snorted coldly, Shen Qianshu found that he was looking at her design draft, and snatched it back with a red face, Yeling looked at her coldly, very dissatisfied with her action of protecting food, and viciously attacked her work.

"A pile of garbage, grab what?"

"Why do you say that my design is rubbish?" Shen Qianshu's face flushed, and he raised his head to retort, forgetting Luther's warning for a while, and it was the first time that he resisted in the face of Yeling's troubles and viciousness.