C2 Human sketch class.

Xiangbei had that dream again.

The dream was a world of ice and snow. She crawled on the ground naked.

Crawling caused her entire body to become weak. That chill seemed to seep out from her bones. It was simply driving her crazy.

But she was still unable to crawl out of that expanse of white that was piercingly cold.

In the end, she cried out loudly and woke up, and she was covered in sweat.

"Why did this dream appear again and again?"

She liked to sleep naked, so she habitually touched her left waist.

The originally protruding scar was covered by a blue enchantress, but the touch was still vivid.

Two years ago, when she woke up in her own house, a sutured wound had mysteriously appeared on her body, as well as a black man's shirt.

Xiangbei was shocked in fear. She almost thought that she had lost her chastity.

If she could lose her chastity when she slept, if others knew about this, they would definitely scold her for being crazy.

Fortunately, other than her slightly swollen lips, there were no signs of violation on her body.

This incident was treated as a supernatural event. She had always secretly hidden this matter in her heart. However, she had gone to check her body after the incident, and there was nothing unusual about her body.

Xiangbei went to the bathroom to take a shower. Xiangbei quickly tidied herself up and went out with the picture clip on her back.

Today, she had a human drawing class. It was said that the model was a handsome man.

Thirty minutes later...

In front of her was a man's muscular chest.

This man's chest was bronze and had a lot of muscles.

Because his figure was just too good. So she could clearly see the bulging veins on his chest muscles.

One of her fingers playfully pressed down on his pectoral muscles. His pectoral muscles were very solid.

This was just a simple action, but the man's Adam's apple slid a few times in a sorry state. The sound of saliva being swallowed was very loud.

Her fingertips slid down the man's chest along the texture.

Her fingers slid across his bulging chest, past his eight beautiful abdominal muscles, and across his flat stomach...

The man took a deep breath, his expression ugly.

He could only stand firmly and let the little woman in front of him touch his body.

He only wore loose sweatpants and Xiangbei seemed to think that his pants were pulled too high. Her mischievous fingers slid down and pulled his pants down by another two centimeters.

Don't think that this is a shameful thing. Actually, this is just a proper human drawing lesson.

Xiangbei's expression was indifferent. Her fingers touched the model's body.

The model was a man specially invited by the school. He had strong muscles.

At this moment, he was very distressed. If Xiangbei continued to touch him, he might lose face.

Xiangbei wore a white shirt and a navy blue linen dress.

Her long wavy hair was tied to the back of her head by a pencil. There were two strands of disobedient hair scattered beside her delicate face.

Xiangbei looked fresh and relaxed with a hint of laziness.

She looked pure and had a bit of charm.

This was Xiangbei.

She touched her chin and looked at the old professor who was excitedly drawing. "Elder Lu, didn't you say that you would let us see the most beautiful muscles?"

Before Elder Lu could say anything, Mi Tutu called out as she drew, "These are the most beautiful muscles. Bei, your words really hurt the pride of this handsome man."

Xiangbei returned to her easel. But she did not have the intention of starting to draw.

"I am already sick of this kind of muscle. In fact, his muscles are very good. However, for us ordinary people, Such muscles are limited to appreciation, and have no practical use at all. His flesh is too firm. If we hug him to sleep, we will definitely feel as if we are hugging a rock. His body lines are too hard. "I feel a little scary looking at him."

Mi Tutu smiled," Xiang Big miss, today we are just drawing based on his muscles. Do you think you are choosing your boyfriend? "

This handsome man could not defend himself and could only continue to be a model.

Mi Tutu saw that Xiangbei did not have any intention of drawing, so she went over and grabbed her. "Don't sit there. I always can't draw well on his shoulders, so you can teach me."

Xiangbei could only stand behind Mi Tutu and guide her.

Under the Great Wutong Tree outside the studio, a man stood there.