Chapter 35 (2/2)
Jian Yan answered, ”Lin Zhen. At this place, apart from her, only my two a.s.sistants would come over.”
He Xiu seemed to be very interested in her work room. ”Can I look around Teacher Tang Zhi's work environment?”
”Please make yourself at home.”
He Xiu straightforwardly opened the door and looked around. The interior somewhat resembled an office building's office. Altogether, there were three seats and a tabletop with all kinds of utensils spread over it, mixed yet not disorderly. Many posters were pinned on the wall, and a bookcase was overflowing with books.
He Xiu walked up to the bookcase and stopped to examine it. There were a great deal of technical books and fas.h.i.+on magazines, along with several manhuas. Not just what Jian Yan had drawn, but some works of other well-known manhua artists as well. There were also plenty of photo alb.u.ms and photo books. What surprised He Xiu the most was that he unexpectedly found manhua ma.n.u.scripts in the bookcase.
Jian Yan remarked, ”When I just began, I drew a lot of ma.n.u.scripts. Afterwards, I would scan them into the computer. Furthermore, there are some editors who only accept ma.n.u.scripts.”
”These ma.n.u.scripts are very precious.”
Jian Yan laughed and replied, ”It's okay. After I become a bit more famous, perhaps its value will be higher. Lin Zhen had previously proposed opening an art exhibit, but the amount is still a bit lacking. After I store a bit more, maybe I'll really open an art exhibit.”
”When that happens, I'll definitely go look.” He Xiu returned the rough sketches and began walking several paces forward. ”This is your table?”
”Mn.”
He Xiu studied Jian Yan's table for a while with a rather high interest before picking up a rough sketch from the table to look at. These rough sketches were different from the ma.n.u.scripts from just a moment ago, as they were all printed. He flipped it over and suddenly froze.
Jian Yan saw something seemingly amiss in his expression and knitted her brows. She went up to him and asked, ”What's the matter?”
He Xiu raised the rough sketch in his hand to show to her. ”This, this is a drawing of me?”
Jian Yan: ”&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;”
f.u.c.k, this is the large portrait I previously drew of He Xiu. It accidentally got printed with the rest of the sketches!
She s.n.a.t.c.hed the draft from his hands and hid it behind her body. ”Maybe you looked wrong?”
He Xiu raised a brow and sent her a look, saying, ”Oh? Then take it out again for me to have a better look.”
Jian Yan: ”&h.e.l.lip;”
”Okay, it might really be a drawing of you. I previously used you to practice drawing the head structure of a man.”
”Oh.” He Xiu well-deservedly asked meaningfully, ”Then why are you blus.h.i.+ng?”
”&h.e.l.lip;Where am I blus.h.i.+ng?”
”You clearly are.” He Xiu leaned in as he said this, seemingly wanting to examine her face for any clues.
This time, Jian Yan's face really was red. With him leaning in so close, she could feel his breath brus.h.i.+ng against her face. It was somewhat scorching.
”Look, your ears are red too.” He Xiu's voice deepened, his gaze softening as well. He gazed at her like this for a moment before slowly pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.
Jian Yan's eyes widened slightly, her entire body stiff. But, this feeling wasn't bad at all.
He Xiu's lips lightly touched hers before drawing back. He was still leaned in close, but he didn't say a word. His scorching breath fanned Jian Yan's face as he breathed out, ”Do you feel disgusted?”
The corners of Jian Yan's lips curved slightly as she responded, ”It's okay.”
”Then what about this?” He Xiu lightly wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her forward into his embrace. He placed a tender kiss onto her lips, only this time he didn't let it go right away; instead, he bit on her bottom lip and nibbled it slightly. 5
Jian Yan's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She felt that He Xiu could definitely hear the echoes of her heart beating like a drum at the moment.
He Xiu, from beginning to end, only kissed her lightly, not taking any further action. He was afraid that she wouldn't accept anything more intimate. Jian Yan breath came in light gasps within his embrace before raising her head to gaze up at him. ”What do you mean by this?”
He Xiu asked, ”Is it not clear enough?”
Jian Yan frowned faintly. ”Not clear. Are you not supposed to confess first?”
He Xiu was unable to restrain himself from smiling, the corners of his lips quirking up. He deliberately used his Nan Si voice to say to her,
”I like you.”
Such a s.e.xy and magnetic voice matched with such a handsome face, Jian Yan really couldn't get a hold of herself.
She still gazed at him, however, deliberately making things difficult. ”How much do you like me?”
With smiling eyes, He Xiu lowered his head to kiss her forehead. ”I would rather be angry at you, quarrel with you, than to love someone else.”
Author's Note:
He gou dan, you're impossible! Others go to a girl's home and look around her bedroom, so why are you looking around her work room!
He gou dan: &h.e.l.lip;
He gou dan: Regardless of whether it's her work room or bedroom, it's enough to be able to seize it.
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CN culture: People would burn items to send to loved ones after their death. If it hasn't been buried with them, the only way for these items to reach the deceased would be for the item to have it's own 'death' and thus become an 'item of the dead' which can then be received by the deceased. ↩ Chestnut's wordplay is too OP. (悄悄话) means whisperings/private words/confidences/sweet nothings. I was so tempted to use the latter translation. ↩ the voice of the guest overwhelms that of the host (idiom) =. a minor player upstages the main attraction ↩ ↩ Moonclipse's comment: Here lies Moonclipse, Kiseki's best editor. May she Rest In Peace. PS. I really did die here; I just completely and utterly died. Kiseki's comment: If you look at the SS teasers, it's her becoming 'broken' where she even ended up shrieking at work (well, quietly). Her co-worker called her broken too. She just completely died at this part. ↩
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