novelraw Chapter 265 Visitor (5)
Chapter 265 Visitor (5)
He poured her a glass of water and returned to the table to continue working.Qiao Mo couldn’t help but glance at him twice with her paintbrush in hand. The afternoon sun was warm and gentle, casting a shadow with his fine bangs on his forehead.
Flickering between light and dark, much like how he was hard to fathom.
Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze and remained silent.
She only felt that his presence still lingered around her.
She exhaled gently, calmed her mind, and picked up the pencil to continue sketching on the canvas.
Time passed by second by second, and the suit and figure under her pen gradually began to take shape.
She sat for two hours straight.
Qiao Mo’s legs were a bit numb. She stood up to stretch for a while and then sat back down.
The draft on the canvas had already taken form. A tall man, outlined in a neat suit.
However, the man’s facial features remained blank, yet to be filled in.
Qiao Mo held the paintbrush and became lost in thought, her gaze fixed on that blank face, subconsciously starting to sketch.
Eyes... nose... mouth.
Qiao Mo painted with extra care, even completely forgetting that models paid more attention to proportions.
On the other side, Fu Nancheng at the desk was not as focused as expected. After flipping through a few documents, his gaze unwittingly fell on her.
He stared for a while before retracting his gaze, attempting to continue working.
Yet his normally swift-working mind felt like a rusty cog, unable to concentrate.
Soon enough, his eyes unintentionally landed on the bottles and jars at the edge of the table.
One corner of the table was filled with Qiao Mo’s usual cosmetics, and the usually busy man found himself studying the ingredients and instructions.
Over another hour passed, and the man on the drawing paper came to life.
A handsome face, cold and profound, as perfect as if meticulously sculpted.
Qiao Mo put down the paintbrush, but couldn’t help freezing again.
She felt that the character on the canvas looked... somewhat familiar.
Instinctively, she looked towards the desk and met Fu Nancheng’s gaze.
Inexplicably feeling guilty, her face blushed a little more.
Looking back at the canvas, Qiao Mo’s face showed an awkward expression.
What exactly was she painting...
Why did it turn out looking so much like that man?
Really...
Her face involuntarily grew hotter, and Qiao Mo quickly removed the drawing paper from the board, preparing to roll it up, when suddenly a large hand snatched the paper away: "Let me see."
At some point, he had come to her side again.
He snatched the drawing paper from her hand.
He was a bit curious about what she had drawn.
Qiao Mo’s face immediately turned as red as a tomato, and she stood up from the sofa at once, attempting to snatch back the paper: "Fu Nancheng, give it back to me!"
Fu Nancheng turned around, his side facing her, and slowly unfolded the paper.
The drawing paper was already half open, revealing a straight pair of suit pants, seemingly just a draft.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, getting a bit anxious.
She directly pounced towards him.
"Fu Nancheng, give it back to me! You’re being immoral!"
As she suddenly lunged at him, he instinctively reached out to catch her.
But because he was sideways, with one hand holding the drawing paper,
he only managed to use one arm, causing him to stagger and sit down on the edge of the bed, but he managed to protect Qiao Mo well.
In this fall, Qiao Mo just happened to straddle him, sitting very close to him.
The faint fragrance on the woman’s body was particularly enticing, so he lazily leaned back against the bed, holding the drawing paper far away with one hand, in no rush to get up.
"Fu Nancheng... give it back to me!" Qiao Mo’s cheeks were a bit flushed as she desperately tried to grab it back.
If he found out she was drawing him, she would be utterly embarrassed...
What the hell!
Why did the person she draw end up being this annoying guy!
At this moment, Qiao Mo was both angry and anxious, particularly afraid he would see it.