"Do I really have to draw you?" Elizabeth Liang asked with a miserable face.
"Uh-huh!" James Lu nodded. "Didn't you hear what President Fang just said?"
"Why are you taking it so seriously, James? President Fang just said that you don't need to do this at all!"
"Oh, that won't do." James looked at her with distress. "I've always been a very serious person, you see."
Seeing that Elizabeth was still standing in place, James put on a long face and said, "Flurry up, you still have to cook dinner when you get home."
She was past the point of no return now!
Elizabeth reluctantly set up her drawing board and looked up. "Flow do you... AFH! What are you doing?"
Fler eyes grew three sizes as she watched him in horror!
Fie... James was... was suddenly taking off his jacket for no reason, and...
"I'm taking my clothes off because I don't want to die from the heat!"
"Then... then why are you unbuttoning your shirt?" She could even see his chest!
James was standing two steps away from Elizabeth, and she could smell every inch of his scent. The proximity of their bodies made her even more flustered.
Elizabeth looked around nervously. All of the door and windows were tightly shut. Was he... going to do something bad?
When she thought of this, she frantically covered up her chest and stammered, "I... I'm warning you... Ja-... James Lu... don't... don't try and mess with
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me...
James stopped unbuttoning his shirt, as if he had heard a hilarious joke. He looked up at her and sneered, "I'm just opening my shirt. What are you freaking out about?" He continued coolly, "You looked pretty comfortable with that model just now, didn't you? Why are you being so annoyed right now?"
Elizabeth answered blankly, "That's... that's not the same thing. He's a model!"
"What," James blew to her face and asked with plenty of mischief, "did you see back there?"
"... What?"
"The model. Tell me, what parts of him did you see?"
James was smiling, but there was an obvious hint of anger in his smile.
"Uh..." What should she say?
"You were in such a hurry to go to class just to see a naked man?" An icy smile formed on James's face. "Do you like it that much?"
He was gritting his teeth by the end of the sentence.
What kind of f*cking school was this? Why did she need to look at another man's naked body to learn how to design? They forced his wife to lay eyes on that disgusting scene, for what?! Agh! God damn it!
"He...he's just a model..."
"Is that so?" James peered at her.
A model? He hasn't forgotten when Elizabeth told him that his body was worse than a model's back at the Lu mansion!
"Of...of course!"
"Ping-"
They heard a soft sound of a tiny object dropping onto the floor and bouncing around.
It was - a button from his shirt.
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