Ninth stroke

The drawing is too unattractive

What she really wanted to say was "Please, just sleep with me"

Just as she had once naively thought of visiting Master Jian in S City with a sincere heart upon hearing the news of his presence, hoping to move him with her touching background and her unwavering passion for the art industry, in order to seek his acceptance as a disciple

Thinking that it would end at most after one or two times, An Yanran was gravely mistaken. That night, she hardly closed her eyes, as the man's coarse and heavy breath and body were constantly entangled with hers. That almost savage manner of invasion was completely different from the gentle and meticulous care and pampering she received from another person.

It looks too unattractive

Considering that they were not very familiar during their first meeting, she changed one character

When that man, as handsome as a celestial being, opened the villa door and coldly regarded her with a condescending gaze, she quickly took out the portfolio, also slipping a few sets inside, and looked at him with an utterly sincere and tearful expression, "Master Xia, I beg you to accept me!"

But later, for some unknown reason, the man's actions suddenly became rough and violent

The outcome was coincidental; on the day before she was set to visit, Xiao Ru, who had revealed the master's news to her, called again to discuss another matter

If it were not for the pitch-black first floor of the villa with the lights off, and if she had not tripped and fallen on him, inadvertently spilling the contents of her bag all over both of them, she might not have had the courage to take off her jacket in front of a stranger.

It is not merely arrogant; it has practically entered the ranks of transformation...

The speaker may be indifferent, but the listener is attentive

"Hello! My name is An Yanran, and the name above is mine. I used to be a student at the S City Academy of Fine Arts." She did not notice the subtle change in his eyes, only persistently holding up her album filled with wonders.

It is said that Xiaoru never liked the daughter of her godfather; she was too proud, relying on her family background and some talent in art, often mocking Xiaoru for being big-breasted and brainless. As a result, this time she ended up losing face herself

For her at that time, entering the gates of Xun Jian in summer was likely her only way out. In any case, she had to go, whether it was feasible or not

For a long time, she could not help but doubt whether that cold, indifferent, and world-weary man was indeed the legendary figure Xia Xun Jian, who, with his charm of color and lines, had influenced the entire art world as spoken of by the public

As the night fades away and daylight arrives, everything seems to be different. She dragged her heavy body out of bed and spent a full hour in the bathroom. As for the marks on her body, they took almost a week to completely fade away

Pulling her thoughts back from memories, she immediately began to consider the current situation. She was unclear about the reason for Master Xia's sudden presence at the award ceremony, but all the individuals she had planned for were present, and this was not the right moment to reveal her hand

Swiftly retreating is the best strategy

She forcefully curled the corners of her lips; before a single thank you could escape her lips, he had already turned and left the room

Although he did not touch her again after that night, and even ordered her to maintain a distance from him, she ultimately achieved her goal despite his coldness.

Nor would there be the courage to embrace his neck while using numerous adjectives to express how much one admires, adores, and thinks of him day and night, lost in a trance, and so on and so forth

No, I mean my godfather's daughter is too unattractive

Xia Xunjian and An Yanran, for a long time, even she herself could not believe that these two names, so distant from each other in the world, would be connected in the capacity of teacher and student.

He is so detached and indifferent, yet he stands at the pinnacle of this field... When I walked in, he merely glanced up at me, and I was completely stunned... It was my fault for losing my composure in front of him... As she spoke, that girl began to cry again

It is unclear who kissed whom first; in the darkness, she seemed to hear him chuckle softly. In retrospect, she remained uncertain, for in the following seven or eight months of their interactions, she had never seen him smile. Thus, she always suspected it was merely her own illusion.

An Yanran was quite speechless, "Drawing is about talent, isn't it? What does appearance have to do with it?"

It is only right for him to scold me; it is my fault. Being able to see him even once is already a stroke of luck, yet I foolishly dream of taking a photo with him. I have heard that he never takes photos with anyone, which is why I upset him. You do not understand; for so many years, I have regarded him as an idol in my heart. Even though he is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, I still respect him, admire him, and consider him a deity in my heart. Even though he is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, I still respect him, admire him, and consider him a deity in my heart

It is said that my godfather also asked this in response at that time. Do you know what the master said?

Thus, An Yanran inadvertently went astray

An Yanran let out a long breath in the compartment, at this point she was completely certain that the prominent figure mentioned by the other party was none other than Xia Xunjian himself—her former teacher.

After speaking, Xiao Ru asked her, "Is it too much?"

She does not even have the emotional detachment to engage in a transactional relationship, how tragic it is that there are no gaps left; merely coping with the person in her presence has consumed almost all her mental energy

She anxiously held up the album, "Um, Master Xia, why don't you take a look first and then decide whether to send me away?" She hinted very subtly.

It is said that a few days ago, one of her many wealthy benefactors brought his only daughter to the summer residence as guests, primarily to seek a painting and secondly to find a mentor for his daughter

She became the first and possibly the only apprentice of Master Xia Xun, a formidable figure in the art world

The two girls were left speechless, "But he insulted you..."

The man's gaze swept over the album, and just as he was about to speak, his brow suddenly furrowed. Then she heard him ask her, "Are you An Yanran?"

She always remembers Master Xia's saying: Talent may be absent, but one must have a face

Xiao Ru initially intended to keep it a secret, but she couldn't hold back and revealed it herself in just a few seconds. "He said, 'So you have the wrong person. For me, having to face this face in class all the time is truly torturous. In comparison, talent is secondary.'"

"It is https://mhetushu.com!" The first girl continued to comfort, "I heard that masters like him will encounter a bottleneck at a certain point. I think he must be unable to produce work himself and is envious of your talent, so he deliberately tries to undermine you! What a wretched person; I estimate he is just an expired lecherous old man!"

The first time was quite chaotic, as it took place on the carpet. Initially, his movements could still be considered gentle. Closing her eyes and not thinking about who was on top of her, she could even experience a hint of pleasure.

In the bag she carried, in addition to her sketchbook, she also had a pocket full of套套

"No!" The girl who was crying finally spoke up to interrupt, "He is not that kind of person. You haven't seen him, so you cannot criticize him so casually!"

Such an accident fundamentally changed a originally pure and ambitious good girl

Indeed! With so many artists and professors recognizing your talent, how can he dismiss it all with just one derogatory remark

Xiaoru was delighted about this matter for several days and even specially bought an expensive bracelet in Milan to send back to Anyanran

Whether it is her torturing him, or him torturing her, or scenarios like "nurse and patient," "beauty and the beast," and so on, she accepts all without exception and fully cooperates

Later, An Yanran thought that the so-called favorable timing, advantageous geography, and harmonious relationships are indeed all indispensable

Before departing, An Yanran had a mischievous thought. She pulled out the piece of fabric with the least material from the wardrobe, wrapped herself in a thin outer coat, and then left.

The man did not speak; she could only feel his gaze repeatedly assessing and scrutinizing her from top to bottom.

How did he evaluate her work? At that time, An Yanran did not have the means to live in the current high-rise apartments for white-collar workers, so she rented a dilapidated three-bedroom apartment with several sisters who also worked in the coffee shop, and they confined their daily lives to their small rooms.

Thus, reality and ideals are always far apart

After a long time, that icy aura seemed to gradually recede. He spoke, "Come in."

I still remember that night, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, the autumn breeze rustling. She wrapped her thin jacket tightly around herself, stepping off the bus and walking slowly up the mountain, evoking a sense of tragic grandeur reminiscent of the beauty who departs never to return, as the wind rustled through the reeds.

Yet he is surprisingly good-looking! He sits on the sofa in the VIP lounge, calmly listening to the compliments from those famous painters, professors, and Boss Bo Xiang, as if their praises are merely fleeting clouds to him

Speaking of which, her godfather's daughter can be considered quite talented, and her personality is also very clever. Coupled with the fact that that prominent figure has considerable influence in City S, both the elder and the younger naturally went with great confidence, only to be criticized to the point of nearly spitting blood.

As darkness enveloped the surroundings, she could not see clearly, only sensing that the man's expression had turned extremely unpleasant, a powerful chill rapidly lowering the temperature around them

The next day, upon waking, he was already dressed and standing by the bed, looking at her with an expressionless, cold gaze. He told her that he would not take advantage of others, which is why he agreed to her request

Trash? An Yanran pondered this familiar word, could that person be— but that is impossible! With his temperament, how could he possibly appear in such a public setting?