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Chapter 315 - 164 (Enjoy watching) Going to Zhou Shumei’s house, she is the only one at home, nervous!

Chapter 315: Chapter 164 (Enjoy watching) Going to Zhou Shumei’s house, she is the only one at home, nervous!

Zhou Shumei was looking at Gao Jun at that moment, somewhat surprised.

Gao Jun pretended to look into her eyes, then let go and hinted, "Shumei, was I being too presumptuous?"

It was only then that Zhou Shumei smiled, "No, it’s alright."

"Let’s paint together," she hesitated for a few seconds before responding.

Gao Jun then took Zhou Shumei’s hand again.

This time, when he took her hand again, Zhou Shumei felt different.

When Gao Jun gently took her hand and began tracing on the back of her hand, her heart was instantly overwhelmed by a flood of complex emotions.

That long-missed touch seemed to open the door to her long-sealed memories, accelerating her heartbeat and quickening her breath.

She felt her hand trembling slightly under his grasp, a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Gao Jun’s hand was warm and strong, conveying an indescribable power through the thin layer of skin, making Zhou Shumei feel both reassured and thrilled.

Her gaze involuntarily rested on Gao Jun’s focused profile.

His gaze was deep and serious, as if he was creating a piece of art.

This feeling of being valued and focused on warmed Zhou Shumei’s heart, yet made her more nervous.

She was worried that her hand might move involuntarily, breaking the rare harmony and tranquility.

As time passed, her mood gradually freed itself from nervousness.

Instead, a gentle joy and anticipation took hold.

She enjoyed the sensation of Gao Jun holding her hand, as if in that moment, she had rediscovered something she had once lost.

No one had held her hand in a long time.

No, this wasn’t just holding.

It was gripping her hand.

She felt Gao Jun’s hand was soft.

Very large.

It had a feeling of envelopment.

Zhou Shumei sneakily observed Gao Jun, thinking that she hadn’t been noticed throughout this process.

Little did she know, Gao Jun had long been aware of her gaze and expressions.

Of course, including that damn career line.

Gao Jun had wanted to act like a gentleman.

But Zhou Shumei was too endowed.

Having a Mariana Trench.

How could it not move someone?

At this moment, Zhou Shumei was not focused on painting at all.

In the span of 30 seconds, she even swallowed her saliva several times to calm herself.

"Alright, it’s done,"

Gao Jun looked at the painting and said, "This painting is so beautiful, don’t you think, Shumei?"

Zhou Shumei came to her senses, looked at the painting, and laughed awkwardly, "Yes."

Then Gao Jun let go of her hand.

When he released Zhou Shumei’s hand, she felt an inexplicable sense of loss in that instant.

It was like the feeling of a heartbreak.

But she and Gao Jun had never been in love, so where did this sense of heartbreak come from?

Zhou Shumei wasn’t sure, and she didn’t want to delve too deeply.

But she knew this was just a beginning, a beginning of getting to know Gao Jun.

She would cherish this feeling.

Then Zhou Shumei said to Gao Jun, "You’ve been helping me with so much, and you barely painted your own."

"It’s fine, you paint," Gao Jun laughed.

Zhou Shumei curiously asked, "Then what will you do?"

"I’ll take photos of you," Gao Jun replied.

Zhou Shumei immediately shook her head, "No, no, I don’t look good in photos."

"Who says? You have to trust my skills and believe in your looks, Shumei, you are very beautiful," Gao Jun encouraged.

That phrase, "you are very beautiful," completely knocked down Zhou Shumei’s psychological defenses.

After all, over the years, very few people had sincerely complimented her.

It was always just her girlfriends blowing each other’s trumpets.

Lin Beishan wouldn’t give her a second glance.

Her son Lin Chen was always fooling around, never paying her any attention.

Now, having known Gao Jun for just a few days,

He constantly showered her with words like beautiful and pretty.

To say Zhou Shumei wasn’t pleased would definitely be a lie.

So she too picked up the paintbrush and began to paint,

While Gao Jun took photos from behind.

"Shumei, raise your hand a bit higher."

"Yes, just like that."

It must be said, this back view.

Under the long black hair that reached her waist, that mature charm was about to burst forth,

Making one almost unable to refrain from approaching and embracing her from behind.

After Gao Jun finished taking the photos, he showed them to Zhou Shumei.

Zhou Shumei was very surprised, "Wow, it looks so good!"

"It’s not that I took good photos, but that you are beautiful," Gao Jun laughed.

Zhou Shumei pretended to frown and teased, "You are becoming bolder now, even daring to flirt with your elder sister. I’m old, yet you still tease me like this."

"But it’s the truth," Gao Jun replied.

Zhou Shumei saw that he kept emphasizing this. On the surface, she seemed nonchalant, but inwardly, she was delighted.

When the painting session ended,

Zhou Shumei said to Gao Jun, "Alright, let’s go."

"Okay."

Gao Jun immediately packed up the oil painting materials, preparing to leave.

Just then, a male student painting nearby stood up, turned around while holding his paint box.

Zhou Shumei was quick to react, immediately shouting, "Be careful!"

At that moment, Gao Jun, holding the oil painting, saw the paint box about to spill on the painting.

He quickly moved the painting away.

However, the paint box spilled directly onto his clothes.

The male student immediately apologized, "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!"

Zhou Shumei was quite upset and immediately approached to argue, "What are you doing? Can’t you watch where you’re going?"

"I’m sorry, it really wasn’t intentional," the student explained.

Zhou Shumei still wanted to complain, but Gao Jun consoled her, "It’s okay, it didn’t get on your painting."

Zhou Shumei then realized that Gao Jun had shifted the painting to prevent the paint box from spilling on his own painting.