It's cold, and we're indoors. Shouldn't we be so wrapped up... almost ascetic?
Gu Cici snorted in his heart, abstinence? He is not an abstinent person, he is addicted to that kind of thing, to the point of being unreasonable.
Lu Zhiyuan really couldn't stand the document after she saw it, but if he was affected just because others took a second look at it, let alone others not believing it, he wouldn't believe it.
But now he couldn't read the words on the paper, so he couldn't help but look at her reservedly, as if he was calm and unconcerned: "Is something wrong?"
Gu Cici shook the pen in his hand, feeling a little distressed: "Think about the details of the clothes." He was forced to return his eyes to the cufflinks. Do all delicate people know the feeling of being crushed into mud?
The ancient poems add the newly formed folds in the clothes when the wrists are pulled, and the pen tip can't help but stop on the paper. Generally, people who wrap themselves up have either physical trauma or mental trauma?
Will a proud man like him be traumatized? Can it only be the shadow of his childhood?
Gu Cici's eyes fell on his clothes again.
Lu Zhiyuan endured the strong restlessness and held the edge of the paper motionless.
Shen Guangyao was about to die. He was looked at without blinking by a pair of clean eyes. Those eyes were so obsessed that he almost peeled off Mr. Lu! Who could stand it as a man, but what if she had other thoughts? Her eyes were clean. It's too much, maybe I'm overthinking it, others just have true feelings.
If that's the case, it's not incomprehensible. After all, Mr. Lu is excellent.
Lu Zhiyuan was defeated and admitted that his skills were inferior to others. He could hardly breathe if he didn't move.
Lu Zhiyuan calmly put down the document in his hand, helped her push the juice inside in a covert manner, took one from the pencil case, hesitated, and gave her a softer pencil: "I don't know. How to write, just take a rest."
"Ah?" Gu CiCi looked at the pen. There were many kinds of pencils. She only learned about the different types of pencils after taking the art exam. She had seen this one countless times but had never bought it.
Gu CiCi subconsciously reached out his hand.
Lu Zhiyuan watched the pencil fall into her slender white hand, grasped it with a delicate wrist, and looked at the document pretending to be unharmed. She didn't think much about it.
Gu CiCi looked at the pen in her hand, feeling somewhat self-deprecating. She was used to taking whatever Lu Zhiyuan gave her. If he didn't take it or took it too slowly, she would be the unlucky one.
If I were shallower, wealthier, or if I met him first, everything would be much simpler, or if she later became more worldly...
It's a pity that the hardship of life has never been a problem for her; poverty will not make her feel unacceptable. He is not included in everything she likes, and she loves herself more. If he does not appear, if Ji Yunxuan is still there, everything will be just right. appearance.
Gu CiCi's hand fell on the paper again, and there was a clear difference between the pencil lines and the previous lines. It was like she and he were people in two different worlds.
So Gu CiCi raised her head. She didn't mind what others said about her family, and she also acknowledged the differences between people. She and Lu Zhiyuan had strengths and weaknesses! She recognized it! So... what did he seal?
Gu CiCi was not one to leave questions overnight. She reached out her hand and shook his arm without any hesitation.
If he has a problem, he will subconsciously exclude others from touching him!
But Lu Zhiyuan didn't have any overreaction, he just turned his head slightly to look at her, followed her line of sight to look at her hands, then turned to her carelessly, and said in the same voice as usual: "What's wrong?" He didn't even move away calmly.
Gu Cici is confused, could he have thought wrong? He is just strict with himself? Does he use correct clothes to correct his heart? Doesn't it have any special meaning?
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have no unnecessary reaction to such a sudden situation.
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"Your cufflinks are very nice." Gu CiCi rubbed his arm with her fingertips without giving up.
"Don't move." His voice was low, and he unbuttoned the buttons patiently. It seemed that all his attention was on the cufflinks, and his arms did not even tremble.
But Gu CiCi discovered that during the whole process, the outline of his clothes did not deform due to taking things, and it still stopped straight at his wrists, without exposing anything above his wrists.
"Okay." Lu Zhiyuan took the opportunity to take off her hand, turned sideways and pinned the emerald cufflinks on her wrist. He took a look at her painting and made the cufflinks dominate the painting. It was particularly delicate and seemed to be real.
Like: "Keep it and observe it for two more days, maybe you can get a character award with the button."
As the old saying goes, "If you become angry when you are embarrassed," you have to pinch him.
Lu Zhiyuan easily held her wrist and helped her put it back in the sketchbook. The smile between his brows and eyes was shallow and gentle: "Don't make trouble, we are in class. Let others see you and draw."
Gu Cici's hand didn't move anymore. Just now she touched a borderless scar. Different from the lines of muscle bulges, it should be the natural traces left by old scars. Because the wound was too deep and not treated properly, it was intertwined.
Bumpy scars.
It should be very long, so she didn't reach the edge with one finger.
Lu Zhiyuan knocked on the table in front of her: Attention.
Gu CiCi smiled. She held his arm several times, but she didn't notice it. Was it just one? Then she suddenly remembered that she should have touched many such marks on him. When she scratched him, her nails slipped on many different marks.
The feeling of skin, or rather the bulge of muscles.
Gu CiCi was a little confused. If so, there should be a lot of them? But how could it be possible? With his status and the fearful service level of the two dogs around him, who could hurt him like that!
Could it be when he was a child? Someone who had contact with him when he was a child? Parents? Relatives? Servants? Neighbors? Accident? Kidnapping?
She didn't care before, but now she thinks about it, there must be many abnormal places like this on his arms, and scars of that level cannot be scratched out by her nails.
What's more, she hasn't scratched him yet.
So the scars on his body have secrets that cannot be touched, which causes him to have problems with relationships?!
Lu Zhiyuan was really helpless: "Cici..."
Gu CiCi immediately reached out his hand with quick eyes and hands, not noticing that his name was different from before!
Lu Zhiyuan easily suppressed her hand and stopped her just an inch before she could touch it. However, his expression remained unhurried and slightly doting, and he lowered his voice: "Don't make trouble."
Gu CiCi considers himself not a person without a city, but he still can't tell the difference between these wounds from his expression. Is it his taboo? Ordinarily, it is impossible for a normal person to have so many old wounds on his little finger and thumb.
The height felt by the thumb indicates that there may be a difference in the time when they were formed?
If this is the case, it is impossible for him to not have a stress reaction, but he still doesn't have a stress reaction?
So Gu Cici didn't want to give in. He blinked and looked at him as if he didn't understand: "You know, I just learned to draw, and the direction of some muscles and bones is not clear, so please let me take a look..."