Even though 18 years had passed, one could still see the exquisite skills of the painter through the portrait, or a strong feeling of love.
Without love and careful observation, how could she paint a person's charm so vividly? Even the color she drew was extremely soft and clean, as if she didn't want the person in the painting to be polluted by anything.
"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!" Aunt Dovlin shouted, "What are you in a daze for?"
"Ah!" Sara said. "What's the matter?"
Aunt Dovlin said, "I made some snacks. Do you want some?"
Sara nodded, looked at the painting in her hand, and said, "Aunt Dovlin, please help me find a place to put it away."
Aunt Dovlin uttered a sound, took the painting from Sara's hands and looked at it, "It looks like you..."
Sara smiled and said, "I look like her. She is my mother."
Aunt Dovlin smiled and said, "What a beautiful face."
As she spoke, she went to find a closet and put it there.
Sara ate snacks and wrote a thesis for a while. Finally, she finalized the thesis.
Tomorrow was Friday. Sara did not have a laptop at home, so she planned to take it back to the school and print it out tomorrow. She could just hand it over to the professor.
He had grown a lot. Sara was not strong enough to hold it, but this pervert always liked to climb on Sara. Every time Hank saw it, he would throw the latter part of Sara's neck away. He looked at Sara aggrievedly and complained about Hank, the little abused animal's behavior.
Sara couldn't help laughing. "You're already an adult. Are you trying to crush me to death?"
Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Hank grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her into his embrace. "This is my woman. What's the point of coquetry?"
Gemini, "..." "You're a bad guy!"
Sara was so amused that she cried out, "You're so childish!"
Hank glanced at her and said, "I'm angry. Hurry up and coax me."
Sara: "..."
She said helplessly, "How can I comfort you?"
Hank's long and narrow eyes paused for a moment. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "Kiss me, the kind that sticks out their tongues."
"..." Sara's face suddenly turned red.
"Rogue!"
"Why are you a hooligan?" Hank said calmly, "You were the one who said that I was childish, and I also said that you were scolding others."
Sara: "..." After 18 years of living, I finally saw it. It turned out that being childish was also a curse.
Hank wrapped his arms around her waist and laid down on the sofa, letting Sara lie on top of him. Sara was embarrassed, so she used both of her arms to support the sofa. "Let me go!"
Hank did not release her. Instead, he reached out his hand from the hem of her shirt. He rubbed her smooth and soft waistline and said with a smile, "I won't let you go. Unless you try to coax me."
Sara's face was so red that it almost bled blood. Her snow-white teeth bit her lower lip, leaving a white line on her red lips. Hank said, "Stop biting. Uncle will feel bad if you bleed later."
Sara was very angry. "You can let me go if you feel sorry for her!"
"I won't let him go."
Sara struggled for a long time and even wanted to bite him. But as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt that something was against her. She was stunned and confused. "Uncle, are you still carrying a gun at home? Can you take it off? It poked me."
.." Hank's eyes darkened. He suddenly smiled, and with her earlobe in between, he said, "Then you can help me remove it."
Sara said, "But I don't know how to."
"It's okay. Uncle, I'll teach you. Anyway, I need to learn it." Hank slowly grabbed Sara's waist with one hand and grabbed her hand with the other. He slowly stretched his hand downwards and smiled in her ear, "Quick, help uncle remove it."
Sara: "..."
She whimpered and was about to let go, but Hank wrapped his arm around her arm and said in a hoarse voice, "My dear treasure, why don't you move?"
Sara wished she could find a hole to bury herself in and was on the verge of tears.
"You, how can you be like this!"
"She is still on the sofa! I don't know when Aunt Dovlin and Aunt Lyons will come out!"
Hank saw the redness in her eyes. She was clearly very pitiful, but for some reason, it gave him the urge to abuse her. He didn't want to comfort her. On the contrary, he wanted to make her hold on to the blanket and cry even more helplessly and inarticulately.
It's too disgusting.
But once this dark thought appeared, it was impossible to get rid of it. Hank's eyes seemed to have an abyss. He pressed Sara's waist down and let her come closer to him. Looking at her panic expression, he whispered, "Jiang, good girl."
Sara: "..."
He didn't want to be good!
She cried so badly that she said, "Aunt Dovlin and Aunt Lyons..."
Hank gasped and said, "Don't be afraid..." However, he refused to tell her that Aunt Dovlin and Aunt Lyons were old servants who had served at home for decades. They were very smart and would never come out to disturb her at this time.
Sara was terrified that someone would suddenly come out if she was afraid of death. At that time, she would lose a lot of face, so she did not dare to cry loudly, but could only suppress her voice. Her eyes were red, and her white skin was like a peach blossom that was picked out in March.
Hank kissed the corner of her eye and said, "Be good. Cry louder."
Sara: "..." Mom, I don't want to play with pervert!!
Sara sobbing was carried by Hank upstairs to take a bath. The old man said that he could get tired and help her wash, but Sara slammed the door and shut it outside the bathroom.
Hank felt refreshed and didn't mind it at all. He went to Sara and took a change of clothes, picking out a piece of underwear that he liked.
Sara: "..."
After coming out, she planned to sleep in another room with her little Dinosaur in her arms. Hank pulled her back and coaxed her. "Well, are you still angry?"
Sara said, "I'm not angry."
"..." Tsk, it seemed that he was really angry.
Hank wiped her tears with his thumb and said, "Aunt Dovlin and Aunt Lyons are both back in their own room. The room is very soundproof, and Sara is very well- behaved and didn't cry. They won't know."
Sara's body stiffened and she became even angrier. "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Hank said, "I'm afraid you're too agitated. If you really shout out loud, what if they hear you?"
Sara glared at him. "It's all your fault!"
"Well, it's my fault." Hank liked Sara's bad temper very much. He held her on his lap, blew her hair with the electric wind, and kissed her earlobe. "Miss Martin, don't you remember me?"
He was much more adept at blowing his hair. Soon, he had finished tidying Sara's thick black hair. Sara yawned and a drop of tears fell from the corner of her eye. She lay on the bed and didn't want to move. She had forgotten that she was going to "run away from home".
Hank put her in the middle of the bed, then lay on the bed and held her in his arms.
Even though 18 years had passed, one could still see the exquisite skills of the painter through the portrait, or a strong feeling of love.
Without love and careful observation, how could she paint a person's charm so vividly? Even the color she drew was extremely soft and clean, as if she didn't want the person in the painting to be polluted by anything.
"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!" Aunt Dovlin shouted, "What are you in a daze for?"
"Ah!" Sara said. "What's the matter?"
Aunt Dovlin said, "I made some snacks. Do you want some?"
Sara nodded, looked at the painting in her hand, and said, "Aunt Dovlin, please help me find a place to put it away."
Aunt Dovlin uttered a sound, took the painting from Sara's hands and looked at it, "It looks like you..."
Sara smiled and said, "I look like her. She is my mother."
Aunt Dovlin smiled and said, "What a beautiful face."
As she spoke, she went to find a closet and put it there.
Sara ate snacks and wrote a thesis for a while. Finally, she finalized the thesis.
Tomorrow was Friday. Sara did not have a laptop at home, so she planned to take it back to the school and print it out tomorrow. She could just hand it over to the professor.
Gemini had grown a lot. Sara was not strong enough to hold it, but this pervert always liked to climb on Sara. Every time Hank saw it, he would throw the latter part of Sara's neck away. Gemini looked at Sara aggrievedly and complained about Hank, the little abused animal's behavior.
Sara couldn't help laughing. "You're already an adult. Are you trying to crush me to death?"
Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Hank grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her into his embrace. "This is my woman. What's the point of coquetry?"
Gemini, "..." "You're a bad guy!"
Sara was so amused that she cried out, "You're so childish!"
Hank glanced at her and said, "I'm angry. Hurry up and coax me."
Sara: "..."
She said helplessly, "How can I comfort you?"
Hank's long and narrow eyes paused for a moment. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "Kiss me, the kind that sticks out their tongues."
"..." Sara's face suddenly turned red.
"Rogue!"
"Why are you a hooligan?" Hank said calmly, "You were the one who said that I was childish, and I also said that you were scolding others."
Sara: "..." After 18 years of living, I finally saw it. It turned out that being childish was also a curse.
Hank wrapped his arms around her waist and laid down on the sofa, letting Sara lie on top of him. Sara was embarrassed, so she used both of her arms to support the sofa. "Let me go!"
Hank did not release her. Instead, he reached out his hand from the hem of her shirt. He rubbed her smooth and soft waistline and said with a smile, "I won't let you go. Unless you try to coax me."
Sara's face was so red that it almost bled blood. Her snow-white teeth bit her lower lip, leaving a white line on her red lips. Hank said, "Stop biting. Uncle will feel bad if you bleed later."
Sara was very angry. "You can let me go if you feel sorry for her!"
"I won't let him go."
Sara struggled for a long time and even wanted to bite him. But as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt that something was against her. She was stunned and confused. "Uncle, are you still carrying a gun at home? Can you take it off? It poked me."
.." Hank's eyes darkened. He suddenly smiled, and with her earlobe in between, he said, "Then you can help me remove it."
Sara said, "But I don't know how to."
"It's okay. Uncle, I'll teach you. Anyway, I need to learn it." Hank slowly grabbed Sara's waist with one hand and grabbed her hand with the other. He slowly stretched his hand downwards and smiled in her ear, "Quick, help uncle remove it."
Sara: "..."
She whimpered and was about to let go, but Hank wrapped his arm around her arm and said in a hoarse voice, "My dear treasure, why don't you move?"
Sara wished she could find a hole to bury herself in and was on the verge of tears.
"You, how can you be like this!"
"She is still on the sofa! I don't know when Aunt Dovlin and Aunt Lyons will come out!"
Hank saw the redness in her eyes. She was clearly very pitiful, but for some reason, it gave him the urge to abuse her. He didn't want to comfort her. On the contrary, he wanted to make her hold on to the blanket and cry even more helplessly and inarticulately.
It's too disgusting.
But once this dark thought appeared, it was impossible to get rid of it. Hank's eyes seemed to have an abyss. He pressed Sara's waist down and let her come closer to him. Looking at her panic expression, he whispered, "Jiang, good girl."
Sara: "..."
He didn't want to be good!
She cried so badly that she said, "Aunt Dovlin and Aunt Lyons..."
Hank gasped and said, "Don't be afraid..." However, he refused to tell her that Aunt Dovlin and Aunt Lyons were old servants who had served at home for decades. They were very smart and would never come out to disturb her at this time.
Sara was terrified that someone would suddenly come out if she was afraid of death. At that time, she would lose a lot of face, so she did not dare to cry loudly, but could only suppress her voice. Her eyes were red, and her white skin was like a peach blossom that was picked out in March.
Hank kissed the corner of her eye and said, "Be good. Cry louder."
Sara: "..." Mom, I don't want to play with pervert!!
Sara sobbing was carried by Hank upstairs to take a bath. The old man said that he could get tired and help her wash, but Sara slammed the door and shut it outside the bathroom.
Hank felt refreshed and didn't mind it at all. He went to Sara and took a change of clothes, picking out a piece of underwear that he liked.
Sara: "..."
After coming out, she planned to sleep in another room with her little Dinosaur in her arms. Hank pulled her back and coaxed her. "Well, are you still angry?"
Sara said, "I'm not angry."
"..." Tsk, it seemed that he was really angry.
Hank wiped her tears with his thumb and said, "Aunt Dovlin and Aunt Lyons are both back in their own room. The room is very soundproof, and Jiang is very well- behaved and didn't cry. They won't know."
Sara's body stiffened and she became even angrier. "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Hank said, "I'm afraid you're too agitated. If you really shout out loud, what if they hear you?"
Sara glared at him. "It's all your fault!"
"Well, it's my fault." Hank liked Sara's bad temper very much. He held her on his lap, blew her hair with the electric wind, and kissed her earlobe. "Mss Martin, don't you remember me?"
He was much more adept at blowing his hair. Soon, he had finished tidying Sara's thick black hair. Sara yawned and a drop of tears fell from the corner of her eye. She lay on the bed and didn't want to move. She had forgotten that she was going to "run away from home".
Hank put her in the middle of the bed, then lay on the bed and held her in his arms.