Chapter 1102: Chapter 1102: Love Is Possessive
After securing the model, Pei Yuanchen turned to look at He Ziyi.
His eyes seemed to be veiled with a layer of shattered ice.
Ziyi’s lips moved slightly: "Uncle Xiaobao..."
"Now that we have a model, you don’t need to worry about explaining things to your class monitor." Pei Yuanchen said, his voice so calm it was devoid of any emotion, "You should go quickly."
"Uncle Xiaobao, are you angry..." He Ziyi twisted her fingers, feeling quite uneasy, "I’m sorry."
Pei Yuanchen suddenly chuckled: "So, do you know where you went wrong?"
Ziyi thought for a moment, then explained in a low voice: "Is it because I didn’t clarify that there would be seven or eight people drawing you..."
Pei Yuanchen tightened his lips.
After a long while, he shook his head, his voice cold and crisp: "No."
Ziyi glanced at him, her expression a bit bewildered.
Pei Yuanchen looked at her in this state, and suddenly all his anger dissipated without him realizing it.
Only a cold self-deprecation remained.
This woman still doesn’t understand.
She doesn’t understand that love is selfish, possessive, so she thinks there’s nothing bothersome about asking him to model for her classmates.
Or perhaps, her feelings for him were never love.
But it’s all insignificant now.
With this thought, Pei Yuanchen smiled faintly: "I’m not angry, I just don’t want others to see my body."
Ziyi carefully tugged at his sleeve: "Really? You’re really not mad at me?"
"Hm, I’m not." Pei Yuanchen’s voice was even gentle, "Hurry and paint, or you won’t finish your assignment."
Ziyi shook her head, looking somewhat aggrieved: "But I don’t want to paint that boy."
"Then go paint someone you want to paint." Pei Yuanchen said, slowly moving her hand away, his calm voice carrying an undeniable tone.
Ziyi still wanted to grab his hand, but Pei Yuanchen avoided her.
Ziyi’s eyes turned red, almost crying.
He might be saying he’s not angry, but in reality, he clearly was.
However, Ziyi still didn’t understand where she had gone wrong.
"He Ziyi?" Pei Yuanchen spoke in a low voice, "It’s getting late. Do you want to skip class?"
"I..." Ziyi’s voice was somewhat choked, "Then... can you accompany me upstairs?"
Pei Yuanchen looked at her almost tearful face.
At this point, the deliberate coldness seemed meaningless.
Blaming her was even more pointless.
Thinking this, he swallowed lightly and nodded: "Let’s go."
Only then did Ziyi smile and link her arm with his.
Pei Yuanchen didn’t refuse.
Ziyi was even happier. No matter why Uncle Xiaobao was angry earlier, now... he must have calmed down.
She optimistically thought.
They quickly arrived at the art studio on the third floor. It was indeed spacious, and several classmates were already there, sitting at their easels, adjusting the height.
"Uncle Xiaobao, look, that’s my easel." Ziyi pointed to a certain easel in the middle of the studio.
"Mm, impressive." Pei Yuanchen said absentmindedly.
Because his eyes were looking for today’s model.
At first glance, he noticed two girls sitting in the corner of the studio, their expressions mixed with excitement and nervousness, likely the female models. Beside them sat the boy Pei Yuanchen had roped in as a temporary stand-in.
Three people...
Pei Yuanchen’s gaze shifted and suddenly saw, across from him, a tall man leaning against the wall.
