Chapter 3142 Little Emperor Uncle (83)

Yun Dai held up her chin and smiled at him: "Painting."

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

Even at night, Yun Dai could clearly see a touch of red creeping onto the tips of his ears.

She smiled and said: "Teacher, are you shy? I'm still wearing clothes. Since the teacher studied painting, haven't you ever painted nude models?"

"……No."

"How could it be?" Yun Dai touched her chin in surprise, "Have the current art classes changed? If you don't draw the human body, how could it be possible..."

Zhao Shu said: "If I tell you to get dressed, just go. Where do you come from so much nonsense? Are you not afraid of getting cold again?"

"With the teacher by my side, I am happy even if I have a cold."

"Stop being so glib!"

Yun Dai said: "The teacher really doesn't want to draw me? I've always wanted to be a mannequin for others."

Zhao Shu glared at her: "You can go if you want. The only thing is that you must wear your clothes well. If you dress like this and act as a model for others, I won't take care of you."

Yun Dai stood up and walked to him, frowning: "How do you plan to deal with me, teacher?"

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

So close, you can even see a little beautiful arc.

Zhao Shu has liked her all his life. Even after falling in love, he never thought he would see her like this every day.

this……

Hey, it’s great to live in modern times.

Zhao Shu felt that if he continued to watch like this, he would have a nosebleed and would be unable to control the ancient power in his body.

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

"What am I provoking you for?"

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

Yun Dai looked down at herself and began to doubt herself.

Is the teacher too stoic, or is she unattractive?

Zhao Shu painted in the room for two hours before coming out.

He packed up all the previous calligraphy and paintings and called Sun Xiaoyi. Sun Xiaoyi was very happy with his punctuality and said that he would send someone to pick it up immediately, frame it, and then arrange specific matters such as the layout of the calligraphy and painting exhibition.

Of course, Zhao Shu doesn't need to worry about any of this.

Twenty minutes later, a young man came over, carefully packed the calligraphy and painting into a big box, and left with it on his back.

Zhao Shu sent the young man away, closed the door, turned around and looked around, but found no trace of Yun Dai.

Go back to the house and sleep?

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

She never locked the door before.

"Yundai," he knocked on the door.

no response.

"Yundai, you have never slept at this hour before." Zhao Shu knew that this guy was a veteran who stayed up late and rarely went to bed before twelve o'clock as long as he didn't feel uncomfortable.

After a while, there was a click inside the door.

The door lock unlocked.

Zhao Shu opened the door and saw her back, wearing only a tank top and shorts, getting into bed.

There is heating in the room, so she is not afraid of catching cold.

Zhao Shu followed him and asked in a warm voice, "Why did you go to bed so early? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

He reached out and touched her forehead.

Yun Dai pulled the quilt over her head.

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

No movement.

Zhao Shu pulled down the quilt.

In the middle of her shaggy hair, there was a sulky face.

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

"No."

"You still said no. Look at your face. It's almost as good as the pickles we had for dinner." He reached out and poked her cheek.