Photographer, light up, aim at someone's hand.

Gu canzhao's hands are under Lu Xiaolai's skirt, and his fingertips are stretching inside the leather ring.

He pinched the leather ring between his fingers and pulled it out. With a bang, the leather ring bounced back to her leg.

"... is it fun?"

"Not bad." It's another bang. It's clear.

"Play again... I'll cut off your hand!"

Gu canzhao took her hand from under the skirt and began to untie her apron.

He couldn't put it down.

Lu Xiaolai rushed out from under his oversized elastic T-shirt and jumped one meter away, with half ripe peach color on his cheek.

Half of the knot of the apron had been untied. Lu Xiaolai tied the apron again, pulled down the skirt, said, "I'm going to be suffocated by you", and hid behind the big curtain by the window.

Gu canzhao raised his heel.

Lu Xiaolai poked out half his head from behind the curtain: "you are not allowed to come here. Turn your back. I want to change my clothes!"

Gu canzhao did not stop, went to the curtain, closely watched her: "you change your, I see my."

"You look at it like this, how can I change it..."

"I don't know how to change it."

"That's your idea, isn't it?"

Gu can Zhao smiles. Do you still need to ask? Of course.

"Turn around! I have to go home early. If I didn't go home last night, I will be scolded by my father. "

Gu canzhao put away his smile and looked a little unhappy: "it's only two o'clock now."

"Two forty-five, classmate!"

"So what."

"It's still half an hour to go!"

"So what."

Lu Xiaolai helplessly collapsed his shoulder, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek: "MEDA, turn around quickly."

Gu canzhao turned his cheek and touched the other side.

Lu Xiaolai came to the other side of his face and gave him a kiss.

"Asymmetry."

"... do you think you are drawing axisymmetric figures?"

Gu canzhao hummed.

Lu Xiaolai held his cheek, stood on tiptoe, quickly put his lips on it, then turned his body and pushed him out: "OK, OK, I change clothes very quickly, give me a minute."

Gu canzhao stood two meters away with his back to Lu Xiaolai, counting down from 60.

60，59，58……2，1，0。

Gu canzhao turns around, and Lu Xiaolai stands right behind him, handing the folded Maid Costume to him.

"Here you are."

Gu canzhao stretched out his long arm and took her into his arms.

"What's the matter?" Lu Xiaolai stayed in his arms.

"You spent 61 seconds, and you'll be punished for another half an hour."

"I didn't say that I'm leaving now. I still have something to ask you. I have to say hello to sister Wanliang for half an hour."

"Add another half an hour to your original plan."

"No! And I told my father that my mother spent the night at youyou's house. Later, you put me at the intersection and I'll walk back by myself. "

Gu canzhao pursed her lips and hugged Lu Xiaolai more tightly.

Reluctant, do not want to let her leave, just want to tie her around all the time.

However, time is always so inhumane.

Gu canzhao let go of her arms, led her back to the easel, and gave her the picture that had been put into the painting barrel.

"Well? Can I have it? You don't mean you won't give it to me. "

"Take it away, there's no such nonsense."

Lu Xiaolai quickly took it and held it in his arms: "what about the abdominal muscles? Do you still want to draw them for me?"

"The real object is here. What kind of painting do you want?"

"No, I just touched it twice and didn't look at it seriously. Why don't you take one off and let me have a look?"

"Lu Xiaolai, you are so beautiful. Listen to me. Don't touch other men. "