"What's wrong, Yuanyuan?" Zhao Yuxuan asked nonchalantly.

"Did you use my sunscreen again?"

"No, did someone else use it?" Zhao Yuxuan asked worriedly, "Maybe someone in the dormitory took it accidentally."

She was secretly glad that she had put away all the sunscreen...

"Aren't you going home?" Hu Yuanyuan looked at Zhao Yuxuan.

Zhao Yuxuan said the answer he had thought of for a long time: "I will go back later and wait for someone to pick me up."

"Oh." Hu Yuanyuan didn't say anything.

He Yun silently closed the curtains and hugged her knees with both hands.

Ji Ning'an packed her things alone, her movements were neat and tidy, she carried a bag and walked out without saying hello to them.

Professor Ji was waiting for her downstairs: "Dad drove the car and we went home together. There is a surprise for you tomorrow!"

"It's okay if you're not scared." Ji Ning'an said thoughtfully.

Hu Yuanyuan didn't walk out of school until nearly twelve o'clock. Manager Hu was busy with work, so it was her family's driver who came to pick her up.

"Busy, busy, busy all day long!" Hu Yuanyuan curled her lips and said disgustedly: "You wait here, I will walk around nearby first, I am starving to death."

There is a long snack street near Beijing University, and the business is booming. Many students visit it every day, especially during the holidays, which makes it even more popular.

Hu Yuanyuan bought octopus balls and walked on the street. There were many people around, and it was already crowded.

Behind her, a pair of hands stretched out silently——

And she didn't notice at all.

…

On the first day back home from vacation, Ji Ning slept so darkly that she turned off all the alarms.

She had a dream.

The protagonist in the dream is someone she never expected.

In the dream, it was late at night at three or four o'clock in the morning, in an empty and cold studio with dim and low light. There was a huge easel in the center, and someone was sitting on a stool in front of the easel, holding a paintbrush.

Just a silhouette in the dark evokes people's endless reverie.

There was no sound in the studio, it was so quiet that it was deathly silent.

In the dream, the girl walked step by step to the man, and finally saw the work on the huge canvas.

The painting on it is actually her!

Under the brush full of artistry and unknownness, the girl's outline gradually takes shape...

Among the oil paintings with strong visual impact are late night, roses and beauties.

The dark sky, the manor of roses, the fierce red of tea, the atmosphere is full, silent and beautiful, as if it contains infinite hidden power, and you need to taste it slowly to taste the aftertaste.

The most eye-catching thing in the picture is a girl, half lying next to a tree, eyes closed, falling into a deep sleep, like Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale world.

There were roses all over the ground underneath her body, and her long, messy black hair like seaweed reflected her snow-white skin, like the beginning of a thrilling feast.

She was wearing a gorgeous aristocratic dress that could only be seen in ancient times. The hem of the skirt was hanging on the ground and covered with red rose petals. The night wind blew up and stirred up a few floating petals, tumbling all over the ground, flying, and blending into the flowers.

In the sea...

A loose cloud belt is tied around the slender waist. As long as it is pulled, it will fall directly from the body. The mysterious, invisible and huge attraction makes people can't help but peek, and those who look at the painting can't wait to stretch out their hands.

The hand holding the brush continues to paint, and the soul of oil painting is vividly interpreted.

Under the moonlight, the waves gently lap at the roses, and the salty seawater smell blends with the fragrant rose fragrance. A gust of night wind blows up, and the roses planted in the manor are layered and beautiful.

Her seaweed-like hair spreads underneath her body, and roses grow on her body.

Finally, the brush fell on the girl’s blank facial features.

In the empty studio, the man's back is silent and aloof, and the only sound left is the rustle of the paintbrush.

Ji Ning'an slightly opened her brown eyes and looked at the person in the painting.

The man had put down the last stroke. The hand holding the brush had long and distinct fingers. He put down the brush and admired the artwork.

She was lying among the roses, unconscious, and fell into a decadent dream. Her appearance was too delicate to look like a real person, and the expression on her face was sinking, and there was an infinite charm in the haze.

Butterfly wings are perched on her eyelashes, a faint blush blooms at the end of her eyes, with crystal tears falling, and her soft red lips are biting a piece of rose.

Fiery red roses and snow-white skin grow intertwined and collide to create the scariest colors in the world.

Just one glance can make you blush and your heart beats.

But the face of the person who painted this painting has no expression at all, sinking in the shadows, seemingly indifferent and indifferent.

The person standing next to the man, whether from embarrassment or annoyance, raised his hand to snatch the brush from his hand, but was pulled directly into his arms, in a completely passive and controlling posture.

In the studio where no one else was around, he held her waist with one hand, put his thin lips close to her ear, and asked her.

"Do you like it?"

The sound was like strong wine with ice, making people tremble all over, especially at such a close distance. The girl held his shoulders in panic. Through the thin white shirt, she could feel the hardness of his shoulder bones, trembling.

Eyelashes raised to look at him.

It was three o'clock in the morning outside the window, and it was very dark. He stared at her, his eyes were deep and dark, extremely aggressive, and could tear people to pieces at any time.

The girl was completely blank and forgot to react.

…

The sun rises from the horizon, rendering a faint golden color. The green plants in the community are beautiful and full of vitality. Old people returning from shopping in twos and threes are complaining about the rising vegetable prices, and hurried office workers are rushing to catch the subway.

A corner of the snow-white gauze curtain was lifted by the wind, and it looked like the hem of a daughter's skirt, dancing gracefully in the air. The sunlight slipped in through the transparent glass window, and there were a few flowers and plants on the windowsill.

The clock hanging on the wall points to ten o'clock.

Ji Ning'an suddenly woke up from her dream, sat up straight, and before she knew it, she broke out in a cold sweat!

My heart is still beating violently, as if I have just run 1,500 meters.

The slender white fingers clenched tightly, but it was still not enough to calm down the feeling brought about by the dream.

The remaining touch in the dream seemed to be very close at hand, and the deep and dark eyes seemed to have flames rising and falling, burning up the ice cubes, making the whole person begin to melt, and the scalp was numb.

What on earth was she dreaming of!

Ji Ning'an almost collapsed, and his brain continued to be in a state of failure.

"Ningning, get up!" Someone shouted outside.

She stood up sluggishly, put on her slippers, and opened the door: "Dad——"

The voice I just shouted fell into the air and was clearly audible.

Without warning, she met a pair of sharp, cool eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

"Ah——"

Immediately afterwards, there was a bang and the door was slammed shut. Ji Ning'an covered her heart in disbelief.

Why is she still dreaming?

An illusion must be an illusion.
Chapter completed!