The Road Turns White Tonight

When You Yan entered the room, she was still flushed. Thinking of Susan's teasing, she couldn't help looking at him quietly, but found that he was also looking at herself. Suddenly she was timid, and her eyes dropped in a panic.

"Yes."

He was calling her and she hurriedly replied, "I'll take a shower."

Gu Yebai froze and touched his chin, unconsciously. He looked so anxious that she was about to run away from the desert.

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bathroom.

You Yan stared at the mirror, and the clear and beautiful girl in Qingcheng's mirror was staring back at her.

Touching his cup and toothbrush on the washstand, her heart throbbed again.

Unscrew the flower sprinkles and rinsed, and moistened the hair to her head, and she suddenly realized a problem.

After a long while, she gritted her teeth to open the door, her head poked out, "Gu Yebai."

There was a slight rush of footsteps, and he appeared on the corridor outside.

Damn, he didn't wear glasses! She had never known before that this man looked so good.

"You put on your glasses, do you know I'm troubled like this?" She blurted.

Gu Yebai had a rare moment, and then the corners of his lips opened slightly. If you are so headless, only this guy can tell.

The sloppy water gathered on her slightly exposed shoulder, and her eyes were white and shiny, but her face was rosy and hydrated. He was a little lost for a moment, and he quickly gathered his mind and asked, "What is it?"

"Well, I don't have a towel."

She glanced at him and lowered her head quickly, looking like a child doing something wrong.

"Use mine." As soon as the words came out, his mind was slightly swayed again.

You Yan's face suddenly became red, "Thank you."

Closing the door, tearing off his towel from the shelf, his heart was throbbing, thinking of his talented eyebrows, she thought she was going to die.

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living room.

The angle of the writing is not correct, and the proportion of colors is not correct. He cannot concentrate. This is the manuscript to be submitted tomorrow. He never had the habit of dragging papers.

It was a mistake to leave her.

Gu Yebai smiled bitterly and squeezed the bridge of his nose to adjust the color again.

When You Yan came out, I saw this scene. The man was sitting in front of the easel, his posture was loose and upright and profound.

The paintings on the easel are beautiful.

Well, his paintings are always beautiful.

His head rested lightly on his shoulder.

On his shoulders, the faint fragrance, Gu Yebai sighed slightly, turned around, but he took hold instantly.

The little she was wrapped in his clothes, his home clothes, that t-shirt, which was obviously too wide for her, her shoulders were slightly exposed, and the wet long hair was scattered on it, and the water droplets were silent.

The thoughts that finally managed to gather were disturbed by her again. Did she not know that she had the urge to teach him to hold her in her arms.

The man's hot eyes never left her, and Youyan's face became hot, and he quickly explained, "My clothes weren't in place, and I found that they were all wet after taking a shower. I saw that you had clothes in it, so "

"Well," Gu Yebai touched her hair, took off his coat and passed it, "put it on."

Youyan nodded, thinking that he was afraid of catching cold, and he was so sweet that he put on his coat and went to see the painting next to him.

Gu Yebai understood that giving her coat was not the case at all.

"Student Lu seems to know a lot about painting. The few paints in your fingers during the meal with Susan were rare in the market."

His tone was understatement, but she was almost scared by him to have a heart attack. He was talking about the canteen. That day, Huai An also took the opportunity to laugh at her dirty hands. This man's eyes were really poisoned. It has been seen.

Chi Zheng, a mother who died of a heart attack, was a famous painter during her lifetime. She learned to paint with her since childhood. However, she must not let him know that she would paint. In case of involving her mother, this sharp man would guess her illness.

She didn't want to let him know that she was afraid he would hate her.

"I can only see and can't draw. My dad has a friend who is a famous artist. I used to go to that uncle's house to play. I don't know what kind of paint it is. It doesn't look like ordinary gouache watercolor. If you want something, I think it was fun to see you draw, and I was just playing in the dormitory. "