3 shaku

Xia Yubing began to learn western painting from a young age, and learned from everyone.

Her studio is a forbidden place that even her mother and father are not allowed to set foot in, but she can't wait to invite Nansang into this colorful world.

Nan Sang lingered between the paintings, showing a rare expression of surprise, she asked Xia Yubing: "You painted these?"

She doesn't understand painting, but she can perceive the emotion and beauty behind each painting. The beauty in this world has always been connected.

"Yes, let me draw a picture for you." Xia Yubing was eager to try.

Nan Sang saw the enthusiasm for herself in her eyes, and smiled frivolously: "Okay, sister..."

In the summer afternoon, the girl was lazily leaning against the window, her charming peach eyes were full of deep smiles, Xia Yubing looked at Nan Sang, and the fingertips holding the pen trembled uncontrollably a few times.

Smudge, outline.

One stroke after another.

The girl's appearance gradually emerged from the paper, and the main color was bright and flamboyant.

"Is the painting finished?" Nan Sang didn't remind her absentmindedly until Xia Yubing stopped writing for a long time.

Xia Yubing suddenly came back to his senses: "The painting is finished."

Nan Sang walked towards her, not in a hurry to look at the painting, but lowered her head and wiped off the fine sweat from Xia Yubing's forehead with her fingertips. The 27-degree air conditioner also made her sweaty.

Xia Yubing slightly raised his head to look at her, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Suddenly, Nan Sang took a breath, Xia Yubing hugged her waist, and buried her face in her lower abdomen.

Nan Sang twitched her eyes slightly, and asked with a smile, "What are you hugging me for?"

Xia Yubing sniffed the same shower gel on her body as her own, and murmured, "Nan Sang, you are my muse."

How should she tell this girl that from the first time she saw her, she longed to keep the girl in her pen forever, trapped on that square inch of drawing paper.

At that moment, thousands of trees and peach blossoms bloomed.

Throughout the summer vacation, Xia Yubing painted one portrait after another for Nansang.And when her painting won the gold medal in an international competition again, she and Nan Sang ushered in the beginning of junior high school. They were lucky to be assigned to the same class, and even became classmates with Shen Xizhou.

The weather in Guangdong has also become more and more sultry at the end of the school term.

One day after taking a shower, Nan Sang came out of the bathroom wearing only a shirt and shorts.

Xia Yubing, who was sitting on the bed drawing a sketch, raised her head when she heard her coming out, her eyes were blank, her expression was slightly stagnant, her pen couldn't hold back, and she left a slash on the drawing paper, her teacher gave her this tonight The routine homework assigned was completely ruined.

She put down the drawing book and asked in an unsteady voice, "Why aren't you wearing pants?"

Nan Sang has a slender waist and a curvy figure, she can't take her eyes back at all.

"It's more comfortable like this." Nan Sang glanced at her, then turned to leave: "If you don't like it, I'll go back to sleep in my own room."

"No!" Xia Yubing became anxious, got out of bed and walked barefoot to stop her: "You are not afraid of going out like this and being bumped by my dad."

"You want to sleep with me that much?" Nan Sang's words were full of ambiguity. She became playful and pushed Xia Yubing onto the bed viciously. Xia Yubing was caught off guard and fell into the bed uncontrollably.

Nan Sang straddled her belly, her hair hanging on Xia Yubing's face, causing the person below him to slow down his breathing.

Nansang Taohua narrowed her eyes slightly, showing a somewhat coquettish attitude that didn't match her age. She slowly leaned over, leaned into Xia Yubing's ear, and breathed like blue: "Sister, aren't you... not hot?"

The author has something to say: "If it's hot, take off your clothes."