Quick Wear: The sick beauty fell in love with the boss at first sight again

After the rain stopped in the afternoon, Shen Jinyu emptied out all the things in Jiang Xing's dormitory...with great efficiency and speed.

Well, Jiang Xing took the initiative to move out of the dormitory, which indirectly promoted the development of the plot and the relationship between the two protagonists. How can this not be considered a good deed?

So at night, he watched TV in Shen Jinyu's apartment.

Jiang Xing lay on the sofa as if he had no bones, with potato chips in his left hand and yogurt in his right hand... Don't live your life too comfortably.

The door of the room was opened, so Jiang Xing saw Shen Jinyu coming out of the bath. As expected, the real person was more impressive than the picture...

I didn’t even notice that Jiang Xing’s potato chips had fallen…

This, this, she doesn't treat him as an outsider at all, so don't blame him for being rude. So Jiang Xing kept staring at Shen Jinyu like a male gangster.

Although they were far apart, Jiang Xing seemed to be able to smell the water vapor on his body and the scent of shower gel.

The mist lingered around him like a veil, and the water droplets slid down his angular jawline, flowed over his slender neck, and sank into his broad and strong chest... The strong arms and tight abdominal muscles were perfectly combined.

It was still the familiar bath towel, so short that it seemed like it was not covering anything.

He took a step with his long, straight legs, and Jiang Xing was afraid that he would be exposed... In short, his mood was probably very complicated, with both anticipation and worry.

But Shen Jinyu still walked to Jiang Xing safely.

Perhaps it was because Jiang Xing's gaze was too hot, as if he wanted to strip him naked.

Shen Jinyu looked away a little embarrassedly, "...Xingxing, you should take a shower."

"Okay." After Jiang Xing handed the yogurt in his hand to Shen Jinyu, he looked at her reluctantly for several times before entering the bathroom.

After Jiang Xing finished taking a shower, he found that Shen Jinyu had changed out of her bath towel and put on a very conservative black pajamas? ? ! Could it be a limited-time return...

Shen Jinyu took out a hair dryer and said, "Xingxing, come here, I'll help you blow dry your hair. If you don't blow dry your hair at night, you will catch a cold."

"it is good."

The warm wind and Shen Jinyu's gentle movements made Jiang Xing almost fall asleep comfortably...

After blowing, Jiang Xing hugged Shen Jinyu's waist and leaned on his chest. His voice was full of sleepiness. "Shen Jinyu, I'm so sleepy. I can't walk anymore. I want you to hold me."

"it is good."

So the boy was easily picked up by Shen Jinyu around the waist, and then placed steadily on the bed.

Jiang Xing was about to fall asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. Shen Jinyu covered him with a blanket and lay down. Then the young man entangled himself with him like an octopus...

Shen Jinyu's voice was particularly gentle in the night, "Good night, Xingxing, go to sleep."

"...Hmm." The boy, who was almost asleep, tried very hard to make an incoherent response from his mouth.

Looking at the young man in his arms, Shen Jinyu also closed his eyes.

*

Jiang Xing still habitually touched the side. There was no warmth from that person anymore, but the quilt was filled with his scent...

On the bedside table, there was a note left by the other party: "Xingxing, I'm going to class first. There is breakfast in the kitchen, remember to eat it."

After reading the note, Jiang Xing was ready to turn over and continue sleeping, but the system didn't seem willing to let him go.

[Good news, great news, host, do you know where your painting ranked in the Internet competition area? ] The joyful voice of System 123 was like a sparrow.

[…First place?]

[What? You already know everything. What's the surprise? I wanted to be the first one to tell you the news.]

[I guessed, but now you've told me...]

After entering the link to the Internet competition area of the National College Students' Art Festival Painting Competition, Jiang Xing saw his own work on the recommendation page before he even clicked on the rankings.

The overall color of the oil painting is mainly gold.

This is a holy angel, with a pair of white wings behind him. The snow-white wings are stretched out, and each feather seems to be emitting pure light, delicate and lifelike. The left side of the angel's face is shrouded in holy light, with soft and graceful lines, and the other half of the angel's body seems to be immersed in darkness, the right wing is stained with the breath of darkness, and the edge of the feather is eroded by the shadow...

The interweaving of holy light and shadow not only clearly divides the two forms of angels, but also creates a strong visual impact, making the angels seem to be at the junction of good and evil, struggling between salvation and damnation.

When I saw this painting, I seemed to be able to empathize with the character in the painting, feel his painful struggle, and thus resonate with my soul...

[Host, when I saw your painting, I seemed to have something to say, but I couldn’t say it. Why does this painting seem to be poisonous...] System 123 complained.

Jiang Xing chuckled and said, "This painting is not poisonous. System, let me ask you a question. Does your system have feelings?"

[Of course our system has no emotions. A long time ago, all the systems in the Spacetime Bureau had emotions. But one of the systems fell in love with its host, and helped him escape the laws of spacetime...] System 123 seemed to realize that it shouldn't say this, and it automatically shut up.

Even the emotionless system can feel the protagonist's strong emotions from Jiang Xing's painting, which shows how successful Jiang Xing's painting is...

"The front sofa."

"Leave your claws and witness the birth of a great god"

"My mother asked me why I looked at this painting every day. It was because after seeing this painting, I could no longer look at other paintings. There was no substitute for this painting."

"I'm just curious. Is it really possible to draw a picture like this without twenty years of painting experience? You have been drawing since you were born, right?"

"It's too strong. Even I can't draw a picture like this. If you want to do this, I will abdicate."

"President, I caught you playing with your phone, didn't I? That's right, I'm here to urge you to submit your manuscripts. You can't reject them, but at least you have to reject the remaining manuscripts."

"Oh my god, one painting shocked me three times. Is this really the level of college students? Have college students nowadays evolved to this level?"

“I seriously suspect that the author is the reincarnation of a master painter.”

"Author, I have the evidence of your rebirth. If you don't want me to send it out, please fill in the following information: Age: , Name: , Contact information: , Home address: , ..."

"Author, I held you in my arms when I was a child, do you remember?"

The subsequent comments became increasingly outrageous.

Jiang Xing didn't look at it.