"I'm not forcing you." Sister Feng chuckled and narrowed her eyes, "It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. I finally have time to spare, so let's get ready now."
"Why is Auntie so anxious? Now that you are pregnant, the second wife should let you rest. There will be plenty of time for portraits in the future." Brother Rong said.
Drawing is definitely one of those boring talents.
The current situation is just like when Jia Rong first entered the art class, relatives came to visit during the New Year, and her parents asked for a display. Others learned singing, dancing, etc., and the performance was completed on the spot in a few minutes. I'm afraid those who ask you to draw a portrait of him on the spot are simply speechless.
Any portrait painting would take about twenty or thirty minutes, even if it is a sketch, let alone a sketch of the portrait. It's not that Jia Rong couldn't sit still, but he was afraid that the person being painted wouldn't be able to do it, and in the end he could only get a perfunctory praise.
Sister Feng said angrily: "How can I rest every day since I'm pregnant? Today is still a special leave granted by my wife. After some time, the belly will gradually show up. If you invite me again, I won't draw."
Qin Keqing is also a woman and can understand Wang Xifeng's worries. It is said that women before pregnancy and after pregnancy are two completely different people. Not only the mental outlook has changed, but many people even have their bodies out of shape. Not to mention how many people suffer from difficult childbirth and accidents every year in this day and age.
From pregnancy to childbirth, everything is dangerous. If you are not careful, you will get the root of the disease, even if it is minor, some people will go directly to the gate of hell.
Sister Feng wants to keep her most beautiful look.
Although she was sometimes jealous of Sister Feng, she still spoke for Sister Feng and said, "Just paint it for Auntie."
Although Lin Daiyu criticized Jia Rong's painting skills last time, she was actually curious in her heart. After all, Western monks only paint paintings for ladies in the palace, which is not something ordinary people can see.
"It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Brother Rong will open your eyes for Sister Feng today, so that she won't always say that you are a useless rice bug." Lin Daiyu joked, letting out a series of laughter from her mouth.
Faced with the kindness of the girls, Jia Rong stopped being pretentious and just started painting. Fortunately, after that day, he had someone make an easel so he no longer had to put it between his legs. The only regret is that I don’t have professional sketching paper, so I can’t express the expressiveness of lines, nor can I express the sense of layering well.
Why are the requirements so high? Jia Rong secretly laughed in her heart. They knew how to hammer, as long as their performance was about the same, that was enough.
Now get ready and start painting.
"Auntie, you can get into a comfortable position. You can also lie down. It may take some time." Jia Rong said.
Sister Feng nodded, letting Brother Rong arrange everything. He changed his position on the Luohan bed, half leaning on the bed railing, and supporting his head with one hand, making a lazy look.
When Brother Rong saw her, she turned out to be a sleeping beauty.
Painting is boring, and watching other people paint is even more boring. If you know how to draw, it's okay, and you won't find it boring even if you watch it for half an hour. But Qin Keqing and Lin Daiyu were just curious about the appearance of the painting, and were no longer interested in Jia Rong's painting process after watching it for a while.
The main reason is that Jia Rong is sitting on a small crossbar with an inelegant posture that cannot be learned by their women.
The two of them watched for a while, feeling bored, so they went off to chat separately. Other maids also followed to wait on her. Ping'er didn't come today, so Sister Feng and Jia Rong were the only ones left in the room.
Jia Rong was afraid that Sister Feng would not be able to sit still and that she would fall asleep, so she chatted while painting. "There's good news at home, it's time for Uncle Lian to return."
"What are you doing to bring him up?" Sister Feng said angrily, "To go to Ping'an Prefecture, it can take two or three months, or half a month. Only a few of them know what the situation is like there. Today I sent someone to deliver a letter. In the past, maybe within ten days it would be time for him to bother me again."
Sister Feng was already dissatisfied with Jia Lian always eating outside, and she knew that when he returned home, he would start cheating with his wife outside again. I was upset and didn't talk to Jia Rong about him.
Jia Rong's painting had just begun to take shape, and Wang Xifeng seemed a little sleepy. Jia Rong had no choice but to find a coat to cover Sister Feng, but she couldn't draw any more.
Unexpectedly, just after covering him with his coat, Wang Xifeng opened his eyes. When he saw it was Jia Rong, he closed it gently and said lazily: "I'm tired, let's paint again in a few days. You still owed me last time, so Ronger can continue to hammer my legs."
Sister Feng's eyes were slightly closed, with a faint smile on her pink face and red lips. The figures one after another lie across the Arhat's bed, enchanting and alluring.
Looking at the sleeping beauty in front of her and smelling the fragrance from her body, Jia Rong's heart beat hard. Even if he was used to seeing beautiful women, his heartbeat would inevitably speed up when he was alone with Wang Xifeng.
She is Wang Xifeng.
Whether it's the impression bonus in the book or some filter effects, she is indeed a beauty that makes Brother Rong's heart flutter.
"I'll hammer Auntie's shoulders."
Sister Feng didn't even open her eyes and said, "hammer your legs."
"Oh..." Jia Rong restrained her mind, clenched her fist and gently knocked on Sister Feng's leg, "The strength is not bad."
"Hardly, more."
Jia Rong moved Jiaoru to the right again. He had already experienced it, and he didn't feel anything even if he knocked Sister Feng's thigh. After knocking for a while, Sister Feng seemed to notice that Brother Rong's hand was sore when he raised it. She suddenly changed her position to lie on her front, and said, "This time I will punish you."
Um?
punish me?
What mistake did I make? Is there such a punishment?
Brother Rong didn't know what Sister Feng meant, so he could only continue to tap her legs. But he couldn't help but have wild fantasies in his heart. It would be abnormal for him to have no reaction in the face of such a beauty.
Somehow, he was not tapping lightly, but was massaging Sister Feng's legs with his fingers.
Brother Rong had been observing Sister Feng's face and made up his mind. If Sister Feng felt disgusted, he would say that he pressed it accidentally. Unexpectedly, Sister Feng just frowned slightly and then felt relieved. There was nothing more, and she let Jia Rong hold her.
This unexpected reaction shocked Jia Rong.
The silence and quietness made the evil thoughts in his heart bolder, and he stretched out his hand to press Sister Feng's waist.
This time Sister Feng's brows furrowed even more, but she didn't make any sign.
Could it be that she fell asleep?
Just as Jia Rong was thinking, she saw a slight blush on Sister Feng's face, and she knocked Brother Rong's hand off her waist.
"Shoulder."
Well, this woman really thinks of herself as a technician at a blind massage parlor. Brother Rong had no choice but to walk to the bedside and bend down to press her shoulders. However, with this action, their faces were so close that they could even feel each other's breathing.
Brother Rong smelled Sister Feng's breath and became even more confused and fascinated. Staring at this delicate face in front of me, I couldn't move my eyes away.
Could it be that the unlucky guy who even suspected his predecessor really had some ulterior relationship with Sister Feng?
He decided to make a bolder move, and slowly pushed Sister Feng's shoulders down with his hands, with the goal of...
"Ahem..."
Jia Rong was startled by Sister Feng's sudden cough, and she quickly retracted her hand.
I thought I must have guessed wrong! It's been nearly a month since we got here, and apart from being a little closer to each other, it doesn't feel like they have any other relationship at all.
Sister Feng yawned at this time and hummed softly: "Why did you stop?"
