Time slid by minute by minute, and then slid by minute. In a blink of an eye, an hour had passed, and a picture of her had just drawn a half-body outline...
Looking at the pose that was extremely difficult to test the skills of the great master, Luo Qingyu laughed secretly, and the painting was even slower.
You're so tired!
Humph, let you mess with me, I want to mess with you too...
She painted a painting for an entire afternoon, and it was not until the moon climbed up to the treetops that she finished drawing the general outline.
She moved her wrists and stretched: "Okay, Master."
The great master slowly closed his posture, walked over slowly, and then took a slow look at the painting she was painting...
It was a full body image, with the painting of the great master standing on a cloud with a folding fan on his hand, which was romantic and elegant, looking like a graceful young man-
The great master kept silent: "Is this a teacher?"
Luo Qingyu nodded: "Yes, Master, do you look like it?"
picture?
Apart from the mask and the ring on the finger, where else does it look like it?
Not as good as that little portrait!
Although the small statue is painted roughly, it is both physical and spiritual, and is lifelike. Unlike this one, it is a work of coping at first glance...
Besides, he was not like this romantic and sexy pose just now, and he had never held a folding fan in his hand.
The great master was still calm and nodded: "Yes, you have a good posture in your drawing... I like it very much."
When the sleeves of the robe moved, Luo Qingyu's body stiffened, and suddenly felt that he had become a marionette, and his hands and feet had no autonomy. The great master walked forward slowly, raised her hand, turned her face, and then knocked on her legs.
...
Soon, she posed as the person in her painting.
The great master slowly took out a pen and a piece of drawing paper: "I will draw one for you if I am a teacher."
He began to paint, and his paintings were also beautiful.
Luo Qingyu wanted to curse people, and this position was extremely tiring. She had just stood for a while and her back hurt.
What's even more terrible is that she can't help but cannot move anywhere except her eyes can move...
The great master was not much faster than hers. Luo Qingyu's posture took him more than an hour before the great master stopped writing without feeling satisfied and untied her restraints...
Luo Qingyu's whole body was already sore and his hands and feet were not as good as his own.
His body softened and he rushed into the arms of the great master!
She moved and wanted to get up.
She didn't care about the ribbon on her body, and she didn't know where the great master was hanging. She made a profit, but she didn't make any money.
She was anxious and pulled it hard, and a sniffle sounded. The skirt on her waist was torn apart, revealing a trace of snow on her waist.
The pants of this era are all those wide fat pants. Once the belt is unbuttoned, the pants will fall off as they go—
Luo Qingyu felt that the belt was loose. She knew something was wrong and hurriedly picked it up. Finally, she grabbed it in time before it fell off...
She was naturally moving in a hurry, waving her hands. For some reason, she pressed her hands under her………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………