Marriage by Agreement, Focus on Participation [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 48

The hard lead in Fu Wan's hand fell to the light brown wooden floor with a clatter, Qi Ye's dry and hot palm pressed against the back of his hand, and at that moment the soft and thin texture of home clothes magnified infinitely in his palm , and at the same time, Qi Ye felt the tight abdominal muscles behind this layer of fabric.

"I really didn't draw wrong." Fu Wan looked up at Qi Ye, "Styling and body proportions are the basic skills of painting."

He was sitting, and Qi Ye was standing. This posture of raising his head allowed him to see the corners of Qi Ye's mouth leisurely raised a little.

He realized that Qi Ye might be teasing him.

It was different from the time when the two brothers were fighting, this time Qi Ye teased and teased him with something strange.

"Sophisticated scum, I'm talking about people like you." Fu Wan looked away, "I always thought you were clean and dust-free."

"That's not enough, Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye rubbed his thumb over his knuckles, "You are only allowed to say hi, but not me?"

Fu Wan's fingertips rested on the belt of the home clothes around Qi Ye's waist, and she curled her fingers to hook it: "No, don't make trouble for me."

He hurriedly glanced at Qi Ye, picked up the pencil, and continued to revise his draft.

"Wanwan, what are you researching?" Qi Ye picked up the collection of opinions that Fu Wan had printed on the desk, and his eyes stopped on the paper for a while, "The tension on the surface of the drawing and illustration cards?"

Fu Wan nodded: "Do you understand?"

"Yiyou may not be so professional, but I can give you some pointers on this draft of yours." Qi Ye opened his fingers, took the pencil, and framed a separate area on the drawing, "Besides the character interaction, the atmosphere And tension, you can understand it as, half-hidden imagination."

"Ah?" Fu Wan didn't understand, "Tell me specifically."

"That's right, don't just describe the main body of the character." Qi Ye moved his wrist, and the pencil brushed across the snow-white paper, sketching a human figure whose posture can be seen, "Think about it, if I How about adding you here?"

Fu Wan opened her eyes slightly, looking at the extremely simple but clear lines in Qi Ye's pen. Qi Ye's voice was right next to his ears, and the air trembled with his heartbeat: "Add you who are sitting on the ground with disheveled clothes and blurry eyes."

Fu Wan: "..."

The ear used to receive words became warm first, he raised his right hand vainly, and brushed the slightly long hair on the back of his head in a self-deceiving manner, but he couldn't block it.

Qi Ye didn't seem to be looking at him at all, the hard lead was still scribbling lines on the paper.

Different from his fine painting style, Qi Ye is very pursuing efficiency, he only asks to be able to convey the content, and never draws too much. Even so, he still understands the meaning of Qi Ye's expression.

"If you still think it's not enough, you can fill in the surrounding scenes, the clothes at the end of the bed, the small objects on the ground." Qi Ye held the pencil, the joints protruded, and the pencil stopped on the paper, "Environment, props , lighting and other game scene design, here is your professional field."

"Oh...Okay." Fu Wan nodded.

He felt that this line of thinking should be correct, because Qi Ye was clearly telling him the solution seriously, but he still couldn't help thinking about Qi Ye's strong and lean abdominal muscles under the home clothes for a while, After a while, he recalled the kiss that Qi Ye blocked him in front of the door.