Although he no longer has to care about how much money he has, what is mine is mine, so why should he take advantage of you?
"Don't rush, there are still many places for dogs."
He tweeted casually.
He is a diver, and this is his first tweet. I think it will definitely shock his fans!
Hey hey hey!
In the mall.
With the blessing of Sarah's ability, the three of them arrived at the women's clothing store on the seventh floor without attracting anyone's attention.
"Sarah, come and try this one!"
Todo Touka picked up a set of white casual clothes and enthusiastically pushed Sarah into the dressing room.
Sarah, who couldn't resist her, sighed and chose to change into clothes.
Two minutes later.
"Why haven't you come out yet?"
Dongtang Daohua was puzzled and took the initiative to walk into the locker room.
"Okay, so heavy..."
Sarah collapsed to the ground with a look of embarrassment and struggled against the wall.
The clothes were hung loosely on the shoulders, and a large area of white and tender skin was exposed, and sweat dripped from the forehead.
"Heavy? What's heavy?"
Dongtang Daohua looked confused.
"Clothes... help me take off my clothes..."
Sarah was breathing rapidly, looking like she was about to suffocate.
Like a drowning person, she reached out to Dongtang Daohua for help.
Dongtang Daohua was dumbfounded.
It's just a T-shirt and a jacket. The two pieces together weigh only a few kilograms. It's almost suffocating?
"I don't want this suit!"
Sarah stood up from the floor and put her apron back on.
Rejection written all over his face.
"I'll just wear this."
She picked up the product next to her.
"Isn't this still an apron?"
“What’s wrong with an apron?”
"Change one!"
Dongtang Daohua stared at her menacingly.
The oppressive feeling, like the arrival of a mother, made Sarah's momentum disappear instantly.
"Then this one?"
"Isn't this just a belt?"
"As long as it covers the chest, it's a very convenient garment from this aspect."
"Is y perverted?"
"Well..."
Sarah whimpered.
Under Dongtang Daohua's eager gaze, she still put the belt back.
Jiang Li looked on with a smile on his face.
To be honest, he was quite looking forward to Sarah wearing only one belt.
How about spending a share of the loss on this?
"However, my constitution is too weak and I can't wear any clothes at all."
"Well... you wait here for now, and I'll go to other stores to see if there are any clothes that suit you."
"I can't lift anything heavier than a paintbrush."
"……I see."
Inexplicably, even though it was just the beginning, Dongdang Daohua felt tired.
"Junior brother, keep an eye on her and don't let her get lost!"
"rest assured."
Jiang Li made an OK gesture.
He said this as if Sarah was a child who would run around when nothing happened.
Senior sister's maternal switch is fully turned on.
"ha……"
Sarah, who had been tossing for a while, seemed to have finally gotten some rest. She sat down on the chair with a very unladylike movement.
The apron couldn't cover anything. As she pulled the collar, the sides, top and ditch were all exposed.
Although she is dressed very sloppily, her figure is beyond description.
As soon as Dongtang Daohua left, the area around the two of them suddenly became much quieter.
"You really like drawing."
Jiang Li leaned against the wall of the corridor, his eyes focused on Sarah.
As soon as she got some free time, she took out her paintbrush again.
Judging from the way she looked up at him from time to time, she must be copying Jiang Li's portrait.
Jiang Li didn't stop him, he just started talking with curiosity.
The concentration she has when painting and the speed with which she wields her brush are definitely something that ordinary painters can possess. They must have gone through countless hard training and possess amazing talent.
"like?"
Sarah made a move.
"I hate drawing...at least I used to."
For some reason, a shadow cast over her face, and there was even hatred in her tone.
"oh?"
Jiang Li raised his eyebrows.
This is the rhythm of a story.
"Speaking of which, I don't know yet."
Jiang Li also put on an expression willing to listen.
"Why are you so obsessed with me? There are so many people in the world, is it difficult to find a model that meets your requirements?"
He also asked his own questions at the same time.
Of course, there is definitely no other person as handsome as me in the world.
Jiang Li was very conscious of this.
It's natural that Sarah would fall in love with him, but it's really puzzling that she still doesn't want to give up after being rejected so many times.
"Others can't."
Sarah shook her head, her messy hair dyed with paint fluttering, making her gloomy face become erratic.
"I have a painting that must be completed. That painting is missing a crucial factor. That factor must be filled in by you!"
"A painting that must be completed?"
"Um."
Sarah nodded.
From her low tone, she gradually told her own story.
Sarah Bradlee.
The girl who calls herself this now spent her childhood in bed.
She was born with a disease and her bones were very fragile. Any movement could cause fractures. She couldn't even stand up or get out of bed, let alone walk upright.
At that time, she lived in a studio in the suburbs of Italy.
What could be seen in that studio was her entire world at that time.
And in her little world, apart from the canvases that covered the entire room, there was only one figure, always with his back to her.
That was her father, an unknown painter.
He always stands in front of a huge canvas, swaying paint like a demon.
It was a religious painting. The theme of the painting was the Battle of Armageddon, in which the Messiah burned countless demons with holy light.
He kept painting that painting, year after year.
Her father never looked back at her, never hugged her, and never responded to her call even once.
In young Sarah's memories, all she remembers is her father's back.
Her daily life depends on the helpers hired by her father.
Not even a straight face.
She has no memory of what her father looks like and has never seen his face with her own eyes.
He seemed to be possessed by the devil, completely immersed in the world of painting.
"I hate that painting, and I hate painting."
Sarah lowered her head, her expression full of hatred.
"It was the painting that robbed my father."
How she wished her father could look back at her and stretch out his big hands to hug her.
But not once, that kind of decent father-daughter relationship didn't exist between them at all.
Jiang Li remained silent, but his eyes became extremely focused.