Yun Dai held his chin and smiled at him with great pleasure: "Draw it."

Zhao Shu looked away: "Put your clothes well."

Even at night, Yun Dai clearly saw a touch of redness, climbing up the tip of his ears.

She smiled and said, "Teacher, are you shy? I'm still wearing clothes. Since the teacher is learning to draw, hasn't he ever painted a nude model?"

"……No."

"How could it be?" Yun Dai touched her chin in surprise, "Has the art teaching classes been changed now? How could it be possible if you don't draw a human body..."

Zhao Shu said: "If you ask you to wear clothes, go. Where can you talk so much nonsense? Are you not afraid of getting a cold again?"

"With the teacher accompanying you, I'm happy to catch a cold."

"Less greasy mouth and tongue!"

Yun Dai said: "The teacher really doesn't draw me? I have always wanted to be a nude model for me."

Zhao Shu glared at her: "If you want to go, go, there is only one thing. You must wear your clothes well. If you dress like this, you will be a model for others. I won't deal with you."

Yun Dai stood up and walked to him, bent his eyebrows and said, "What are the teacher planning to deal with me?"

She was only wrapped in a bath towel, collarbone, shoulders, and legs, all exposed.

It is so close that you can even see a little bit of beautiful curves.

Zhao Shu liked her for the rest of his life, and even after falling in love, he never thought that he would see her like this every day.

this……

Alas, it's great to live in modern times.

Zhao Shu felt that if he continued to see this, he would have to have a nosebleed and could not control the power of the vast world in his body.

He looked away with difficulty: "Don't provoke me."

"What did I provoke you?"

"Don't challenge men's patience and moral bottom line." Zhao Shu took a deep breath, walked towards his bedroom with his pen, ink, paper and ink.

Yun Dai looked down at herself and couldn't help but start to doubt herself.

Is it because the teacher is too pure and has no desires, or is she not charming?

Zhao Shu painted in the house for two hours before he came out.

He packed up all the calligraphy and paintings before and called Sun Xiaoyi. Sun Xiaoyi was very happy that he was on time and said that he would send someone to pick it up immediately, frame it, and then arrange the arrangement of the calligraphy and painting exhibition and other specific matters.

Of course, Zhao Shu didn't need to worry about these.

Twenty minutes later, a young man came over, carefully put the calligraphy and paintings into a large box, and left with his back.

Zhao Shu saw the young man away, closed the door, turned around and looked, but did not find Yun Dai's shadow.

Go back to the house to sleep?

Zhao Shu walked to the door of her room and gently pushed it, but it couldn't be pushed.

She never locked the door before.

"Yun Dai," he knocked on the door.

No response.

"Yun Dai, you have never slept at this time." Zhao Shu knew that this guy was a senior night staying up. As long as he was not uncomfortable, he rarely went to bed before twelve o'clock.

A moment later, there was a click inside the door.

The door lock is opened.

Zhao Shu pushed open the door and saw that she was wearing only a suspender shirt and shorts, and her back was stuck in the quilt.

There is heating in the room, so I don’t have to worry about her catching a cold.

Zhao Shu followed him and asked in a warm voice: "Why are you sleeping so early? Are you uncomfortable?"

He reached out to touch her forehead.

Yun Dai pulled the quilt to the top of her head.

Zhao Shu sat down beside the bed and patted her: "What's wrong?"

No movement.

Zhao Shu pulled the quilt down.

Between her fluffy hair, she was sulking.

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Why are you angry?"

"No."
Chapter completed!