Ye Chuhe used an anonymous account on Yun-Jing University’s campus forum to advertise for a life-drawing model.
An incredible stroke of luck led her to the model of her dreams. He was over 180 centimeters tall, had a beautiful figure, and was flawless in every way.
There was just one problem: he refused to show his face.
Ye Chuhe didn’t want to lose such a superb model, so she agreed to his terms. But things didn’t go as planned. When it came time to submit her work, she still needed his face to complete it properly.
She sent the photo of her painting to the “model,” hoping he would help her out. Her phone buzzed at once, and his reply came astonishingly fast: “You drew it beautifully. But…”
“There should be a tiny mole ten centimeters below my collarbone. You… put it in the wrong place.”
“Would you like me to ‘take my clothes off’ again so you can fix it properly?”
Ji Zhishi gently cornered her in the empty hallway outside the art studio.
Ji Zhishi leaned down slightly, his warm breath brushing her burning earlobe. In his usually indifferent eyes, she saw an intense, tender affection she had never seen before.
He chuckled softly, revealing all the secrets that had followed them through their youth: “Ye Chuhe, pretending you don’t know me?”
“You’ve been secretly drawing me for three years… Now I’ve come to you in person, so why are you suddenly afraid to look at me?”
