The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

"You like painting very much, right?" Ge Zijie pulled her to stand in front of a room, "Oil painting."

In fact, An Jing's motivation for painting oil paintings is not entirely out of liking, but because oil paintings are the only thing left to her by her mother, who is a freelance painter. Back then, her mother and father died in an air crash on the way back to China, and the plane was on fire. In the end, they fell into the sea, and An Jing didn't even leave any relics related to them. She can only remember them in this way for so many years.

But she was weird, why did Ge Zijie know so clearly.

Chapter 18

"You're going to participate in the provincial competition, aren't you?" Ge Zijie said, pushing open the wooden door with his wrist.

The familiar smell of paint wafted on the tip of An Jing's nose. She squinted her eyes and took a deep breath. Since she was a child, she felt that she was a bit strange. Everyone was disgusted by the pungent smell of paint, but she liked it very much. I like it to the point of fascination.

Mother often carries this smell on her hands.

"AXSY's debut date is set on April [-]nd, and there are still three months to go. During this time, you should try to avoid going out as much as possible. You can use this studio to prepare for your competition after practice."

An Jing, who was being attracted by the well-equipped studio in front of her, turned her attention back to Ge Zijie's voice. She did have the idea of ​​canceling the competition before, but then she couldn't let it go anyway, and kept secretly in the room by herself. Practice, I didn't expect Ge Zijie to notice it.

"Perhaps, is this your own studio?" Speaking of this topic, An Jing obviously became talkative, she turned to look at Ge Zijie, "Can I see your paintings?"

Of course, Ge Zijie would not say no to An Jing's request. She walked quickly and stepped into the room ahead of the others. She was wearing a tailored ascetic suit, which made her seem a bit out of tune with the bold paintings around her. In An Jing's eyes, that seemed to be another kind of crazy impact.

Ge Zijie's method of preserving works is not as particular as imagined. She seems to just put the finished works on the glass shelf at will to dry herself.

"This is you."

An Jing swore that if Ge Zijie hadn't explained that the painting was of herself, she would never have guessed the correct answer.

She picked up a board, the paint on it was not completely dry, it was a portrait, the blood-red background painted thickly and the light-blond hair of the figure formed a strong contrast, but the visual effect was surprisingly good, the figure was pure white The white teeth bit the full red lips, thus sinking into a concave mark, and the slightly drooping eyelashes are extremely sexy.

But An Jing didn't think she had ever shown such an expression.

She saw that Ge Zijie's style was completely different from her own. Compared with such aggressive pictures, An Jing was better at or preferred to draw still lifes. She enjoyed the slow and leisurely painting process.

"very nice."

Ge Zijie's expression didn't seem to change much when he got the compliment, he just put the finished work back on the shelf, and suddenly... those calm eyes approached An Jing, and the tips of their noses were about to touch each other. One finger's distance left.

Thanks to An Jing being calm enough, she didn't yell out in fright on the spot. Compared to this, she was actually more afraid that her eyes would become cross-eyed at such a close distance.

"Have you ever worn contact lenses?"

Ge Zijie's question was very nonsensical, but An Jing still shook her head seriously, and answered her words, "No."

"Then you have to learn." As he said, Ge Zijie's scent withdrew from the air around An Jing, then raised his hand, bent his index finger and gently rubbed An Jing's eyelashes, "Your eyes are beautiful."

An itchy touch came from the eyelashes, but An Jing didn't dare to move. She wanted to speak, but her throat was tight and her tongue was knotted, making it difficult for her to complete the task.

She warned herself in her heart that this was just an ordinary compliment, so don't take it to heart.

"When taking makeup photos, you need to wear color contact lenses." Ge Zijie didn't notice the ambiguity of the distance and movements, and focused his eyes on An Jing's face. "If you're not used to it, you don't have to wear it on stage."

"I will... work hard to get used to it." The itching was unbearable, An Jing blinked vigorously, and rubbed the eye that Ge Zijie rubbed with her hand.

Ge Zijie looked at the eyelashes that were curled up by An Jing, and her troubled expression, like a poor little girl who dared not fight back after being bullied and could only endure silently, the words in his heart blurted out involuntarily, "Cute."

An Jing stopped rubbing her eyes, mobilized her brain to recall Ge Zijie's words countless times.

It's "nice" not "cute" right!I got it wrong, right!

Wait, even being "cute" isn't necessarily a compliment!I must have misunderstood what the director said.

An Jing's sluggish expression made Ge Zijie smile even more, and added again: "You are very cute."

"……thanks."

"Are you thanking me?"

Just when An Jing was puzzled, Ge Zijie bent down a little, and his eyes were at the same level as An Jing's. Looking at this person's eyebrows and eyes from such a close distance, An Jing felt astonished, with exquisite and three-dimensional facial features, and The light-colored pupils, coupled with the woman's own elegance, instantly attracted all her attention.