Chapter 865: Her breathing was disordered

The moment Lin Lang raised his eyes, his breathing paused slightly, and he was stunned by the beauty of Miss Chu Xia.

A white short skirt fits tightly around Chu Xia's waist and hips, outlining her slender waist and full hips in a breathtaking way. Lace garter stockings extend from under the hem of the skirt, and the snow-white stockings wrap around her straight legs.

The lace creates two soft arcs above the knees, and the thin strings of the suspenders are faintly visible on the thighs and the edge of the skirt in early summer, which is simply too charming.

The white stiletto heels matched with the silver anklet she wore on her ankle, which shone brightly as she walked.

The most wonderful thing is the burgundy bow on Chuxia's head. The satin material looks like a burning flame under the light, making the blush on her cheeks look even more vivid. She looks playful and cute as she looks at Lin Lang with her eyelashes fluttering.

Lin Lang's throat rolled gently, and a smile spread unconsciously on the corners of his mouth. When he stretched out his hand to Chu Xia, his palm was warm: "Come, baby, come to my arms quickly."

"Honey, what are you busy with?" Chu Xia walked forward beautifully, the wind brought by her steps was filled with the scent of cherry blossom perfume, and she sat shyly on Lin Lang's lap.

"I'm not busy. I just talked to Director Song about work." Lin Lang hugged Chu Xia's slender waist. The touch of her waist was delicate and warm. He could feel the flexibility of her waist through the thin skirt.

Chu Xia sniffed Lin Lang's body and immediately pouted unhappily, "Hubby, you are not obedient."

"Oh? Why am I not behaving well?"

"Humph, I can smell the lingering perfume of another woman on your body."

Lin Lang kissed Chu Xia's slightly pouting lips and said with a smile: "Baby, your nose is more sensitive than that of a police dog?"

"You're so annoying. You're not a good boy and you're making fun of others. I'm going to ignore you." Chu Xia pretended to be angry and turned her face away.

"Baby, are you angry? I will pay attention next time and be a good boy, okay?" Lin Lang scratched Chu Xia's waist.

Chu Xia twisted her waist in Lin Lang's arms and said angrily, "Then I'll forgive you this time. Next time, don't let me smell the scent of another woman on you."

Lin Lang chuckled and replied in full agreement: "Okay, okay, okay, I'll just listen to you, isn't that enough?"

Chu Xia playfully said coquettishly: "Then how should I punish you this time?"

"Then how do you want to punish me?" Lin Lang hugged Chu Xia's soft body, his eyes full of a doting smile.

Chu Xia tilted her head and thought for a moment, then replied with a smile: "I'm going to punish you by making you draw a picture for me."

"Baby, didn't I draw an oil painting for you last time?"

"Then I just want you to draw another one for me," Chu Xia shook Lin Lang's arm and acted coquettishly.

Lin Lang had no resistance to Chu Xia's coquetry, and said with a smile: "But baby, my brushes, paints and easel are all in the Penguin office. A good cook cannot cook without rice. How can I paint for you now?"

"Husband, you have a talent for painting, so why would you be so constrained by the form and brushwork of painting? We can use the materials available. You can just use the pens and A4 paper in the office to draw for me."

After hearing this, Lin Lang looked into the pen holder on his desk. In addition to fountain pens and signature pens, there were also ballpoint pens.

Then, Lin Lang said lovingly: "Okay, then I will draw a sketch portrait of you with a ballpoint pen."

It is worth mentioning that ballpoint pen drawing is a kind of line art and a type of sketch.

Because ballpoint pen drawings cannot be modified, they are a test of one's skills and are one of the painting forms with the highest artistic attainments among all types of painting.

Hearing that Lin Lang agreed to draw for her, Chu Xia smiled happily and said, "Great, honey, what pose should I take to make the painting look best?"

“My sister Chuxia is a little fairy. She looks good in any pose. Just sit on the sofa elegantly and look at me.” Lin Lang kissed Chuxia on her pretty face.

Chu Xia stood up from Lin Lang's legs and walked impatiently to the reception sofa in the office.

She sat down lightly on the edge of the sofa, her back straight, her snow-white skirt forming a gentle circle, and her lace stockings forming two soft arcs at her knees.

Chu Xia twisted the wine-red bow ribbon on her fingertips, her eyes slightly raised, and smiled sweetly: "Honey, is my sitting posture elegant enough?"

Lin Lang unfolded an A4 paper on his desk and spun the ballpoint pen in a circle between his fingers. When he looked up at Chu Xia, the pen stopped just as it touched the paper.

"Wow, baby, you are so beautiful!" Lin Lang was once again amazed by Chu Xia's beauty.

The sunlight poured into the office through the gaps in the blinds, weaving a golden thread of light and dark on the early summer.

The snow-white skirt was coated with a layer of warm halo, the calves wrapped in lace garters seemed to be dipped in honey, the fleshy white thighs appeared particularly soft in the light and shadow, and even the shadow of the garter strings revealed a warmth like fine velvet.

The burgundy bow in the hair in early summer is ignited by the sun, the satin flows with a flaming luster, and the faint shadows cast by the broken hair on the cheeks tremble slightly with the blink of an eye.

When she smiled sweetly at Lin Lang, the light spots on her eyelashes flickered, and she looked like a beautiful girl who had walked out of a comic book.

At this moment, the pure and lovely early summer embodies the glowing beauty.

Chu Xia smiled shyly and said, "Hubby, you said something nice to make me happy again, am I really as pretty as you said?"

As Lin Lang started to paint for Chu Xia, he praised her generously, "Baby, if you were born in ancient times, you would be the stunning beauty that would make painters put down their brushes and make all the flowers pale in comparison."

"Honey, don't make me laugh. It's not as exaggerated as you say!" Chuxia felt happy in her heart but was very humble in her words.

Lin Lang said with an exaggerated expression: "Baby, your eyebrows are like distant mountains, your eyes are like autumn water waves, and your every frown and smile can be painted. If it were really in ancient times, I'm afraid even the three thousand concubines in the harem would feel ashamed of themselves when they saw you~"

Chu Xia couldn't stop smiling sweetly after hearing this, and couldn't hide her happiness and said, "Husband, you can kill a woman with your mouth."

"I'm just telling the truth. My sister Chuxia has been a beauty since she was young. She has become even more beautiful to my heart when she grew up." Lin Lang's pen tip moved rustlingly on the A4 paper, and the blue color of the ballpoint pen spread along the arc of his fingertips.

"Hubby, if you praise me again, I'll be flattered!"

"Haha..." Lin Lang was trying to cheer Chu Xia up while drawing for her with a ballpoint pen.

Lin Lang first used light lines to outline the contours of Chu Xia's sitting posture. He then used short oblique lines to layer the folds of the snow-white skirt, and used dense clusters of dots to express the soft arc of the lace garter stockings at the knees. Even the shadows cast by the garter strings at the roots of the thighs were accurately captured by him using cross-hatched lines.

When the tip of the pen fell on the trembling eyelashes when Chu Xia blinked, Lin Lang switched to using extremely fine dots, as if to freeze the light spots on the paper.

Sometimes he squinted his eyes to measure the angle between Chu Xia's shoulder line and the armrest of the sofa, and sometimes he used the gradient color technique to create a sense of layering like an oil painting.

"Honey, you look so handsome when you concentrate on painting." Chu Xia looked at Lin Lang painting with a crazy look.

Lin Lang smiled without even looking up: "I'm painting a glowing fairy, so of course I have to hold my breath and concentrate on painting you."

The two people who are still in the passionate love period can't hide their sweet chat. When their eyes meet, it seems that sparks of love can be created.

Not long after, Lin Lang, who possessed the full-level [Painting Master Mastery] skill, turned his wrist lightly, and the tip of the pen drew the last lace border in the corner of the drawing paper, and then threw the pen on the table.

“Ding ding ding ding…Baby, I’ve finished my painting, come and appreciate it and give it a rating!

Chu Xia smiled sweetly after hearing this, and jumped up from the sofa with a "swoosh". The hem of her snow-white skirt formed a light arc, and she ran to Lin Lang's side in a few steps.

Chuxia moved closer to the drawing paper and her eyes were instantly captured by the picture. She was so beautiful in the painting that she seemed to be melted into starlight. Although it was just static lines, it revealed a sense of agility that was about to burst out. Even the air seemed to be filled with the playful smile of the person in the painting.

"Wow, husband, you are so good at drawing with a ballpoint pen!"

Chu Xia's eyes were as bright as the Milky Way, and her fingertips trembled lightly on the edge of the drawing paper. "How can you draw me so beautifully? I am even more beautiful than I am in person! Full marks, full marks, must be full marks!"

Lin Lang said modestly: "It's just a small work, not worth mentioning. The main model is a stunning beauty. I just draw casually, and you are so beautiful, baby."

"Hubby, you don't have to be so modest. I didn't expect you to be such a great painter. I admire you more and more now."

After saying that, Chuxia turned around holding the drawing paper. The burgundy bow in her hair swayed, making her blushing cheeks look so beautiful that it made people's heart tremble.

Lin Lang stood up from his boss chair, walked over to Chu Xia and hugged her in his arms, raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly: "Baby, I drew such a beautiful picture for you, how are you going to thank me?"

Chu Xia put the drawing paper on the desk, leaned in Lin Lang's arms and smiled sweetly: "Husband, I am yours. I will thank you in any way you want me to thank you!"

"If that's what you said, then I'm going to execute you right here in the office right now." After saying that, Lin Lang couldn't help but kiss Chu Xia's cherry lips.

His kiss was filled with irresistible warmth. He gently covered Chuxia's lips, and his fingertips caressed the delicate skin on her waist. Even through the gauze of her skirt, she could feel Chuxia's suddenly accelerated heartbeat.

His kiss was not urgent, but was delicate and tumbling, as if he was using his lips and teeth to trace every soft inch of Chu Xia's lips. The sweet scent emanating from her body lingered on the tip of his nose, which was the breath that made Lin Lang sink.

Chu Xia's hands unconsciously clutched the shirt on Lin Lang's chest, her eyelashes tremblingly swept across his cheek, and her breathing gradually became disordered.

She kissed Lin Lang back a little awkwardly, feeling all the blood in her body rushing to her face, and soon her legs became weak from Lin Lang's kiss.

Lin Lang took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Listening to the tiny moans coming out of Chu Xia's throat made him feel more and more out of control.

The next second, Lin Lang suddenly grabbed Chu Xia with his arms, picked her up horizontally, and walked anxiously to the reception sofa in the office.

"Hubby, you are so annoying. You want to do something shameful to bully me again." Chu Xia shyly hooked her arms around Lin Lang's neck, her little blushing face looking so pretty.

"Baby, I'm not bullying you, I'm trying my best to love you, hehe..." Lin Lang gently placed Chu Xia on the sofa. The smile in his eyes was mixed with a strong possessive desire, and he rushed towards the blushing and heartbeating Chu Xia.

They kissed so earnestly and passionately that they even forgot to lock the office door.

In this small world wrapped in an ambiguous atmosphere, there is only the slight sound of fabric rubbing against each other and the overlapping breathing of the two people. Even the dust in the air is wrapped in love that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved.