Emily looked blankly at her hand see nothing. After the door was closed, the study was dark, and she could not see anything.
"Mr. Vincent?"
She tried to find the switch on the wall but failed. She touched a cool hand. She was so frightened that she cried out in a low voice.
Emily was held by that hand and she fell into Vincent's arms. Vincent chuckled in the darkness and said, "What are you doing here if you're so afraid?"
Emily relieved and responded, "What are you standing here for?"
"Waiting for you." Vincent hugged her and rested his chin on her head.
Emily lay in his arms and muttered softly, "What if I didn't come?"
"But you're here, right?" When Emily heard Vincent's low voice, she could not help but smile. She said, "Mr. Vincent."
"What?"
Emily was about to speak, but she realized that the study room had a heater.
"Rex! He lied to me!" she snapped.
"Yes, he lied to you," Vincent replied.
"I'm going to beat him up tomorrow," Emily said, waving her little fists.
"Alright, I'll support you," Vincent said.
Rex, who was already lying down on the bed, suddenly sneezed. He touched his nose and said, "I have a bad feeling..."
Emily put her head into Vincent's arm and complained, "You beat me today. It hurts a lot."
Vincent knew that she was acting like a spoiled child, but he still asked with concern, "Where?"
Emily thought for a moment and replied, "My whole body."
"Then I'll give you a massage." Vincent raised his hand and touched her.
Emily quickly pushed his hand away. "Don't."
"Then what should I do?" Vincent asked in a low voice as his thin lips brushed past her ears.
Emily thought for a moment and said excitedly, "I want to draw something I haven't done before."
"What?" Vincent felt something was wrong.
"You know what I mean."
Vincent was speechless.
Ten minutes later, in the studio.
Vincent sat naked on the sofa and looked at Emily who was sitting in front of the easel expressionlessly.
Emily put all the painting tools on the table, then picked out a pen. She stared at Vincent for a moment and said, "Mr. Vincent, can you relax yourself a little bit?"
He looked too nervous.
Although Vincent regretted agreeing with her, he could only sigh at this moment. He leaned back on the sofa with ease and then propped his head up with one hand. He stared straight at Emily with his dark and deep eyes.
However, at this moment, Emily was adjusting his color. After she gazed at Vincent, she continued to lower her head to check her color. She did not notice how attractive Vincent was.
"I wanted to draw this after seeing the Titanic, but the people I wanted to draw were all busy..." Emily finally finished adjusting the color and placed the color plate on the table. Then she looked at Vincent and found that Vincent was really handsome. There was a strand of hair on his forehead, but it did not cover his dark eyebrows. His nose was straight and his lips were thin. At this moment, he was lying on the sofa. He had defined muscles. Vincent had his long legs crossed and his posture was leisurely and lazy, but he showed an invisible power.
Emily was stunned.
"Who else do you want to find?" Vincent asked.
"Noah." Her gaze lingered on Vincent's pectoral muscles, and she did not forget to add, "And Rex."
Rex, who was already asleep, sneezed again. He covered himself with the quilt and tried to hypnotize himself, "Nothing! Nothing will happen! Rex, you are the best! Yes!"
Vincent smiled slightly and said with a strange voice, "Is that so? They have good figures?"
Emily was almost bewitched. "Yes." She nodded and realized that something was wrong. "No, no, no, it's not as good as yours."
"How do you know?" Vincent raised his eyebrows and stared straight into her eyes.
Emily paused.
This wasn't an easy question.
"No, I haven't seen their bodies before. It was just an idea." She raised her hand.
Vincent raised his chin and said, "If you want to think of someone's body in the future, it can only be me."
"Alright. I will." Emily smiled ingratiatingly at him, then she took a blanket and draped it over him, "Cover yourself first. You can take it down after I finish drawing."
Vincent did not move. He just looked at her and said, "Next time it's your turn."
Emily didn't understand.
"Next time, it's your turn to sit here." Vincent reached out and pinched her cheek, then lowered his voice, "Naked."
Emily was stunned.
At two o'clock in the evening, Emily finished her drawing. She rubbed her eyes and walked to Vincent. She said with a low voice since she was so sleepy, "Mr. Vincent, the painting is done."
"Let's go to bed first. We'll talk about it tomorrow," Vincent said as he hugged her.
"Okay." Emily hugged his neck and kissed his chin. Then, she leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
Vincent carried her out. When he reached the door and looked down, she was already asleep.
The guards came in to clean up and lifted the sofa outside. When they passed by the easel, all four of them stopped.
Guard A said, "What did I see?"
Guard B said, "Mr. Vincent's nude picture!"
Guard C said, "Oh my god! Mr. Vincent has a good figure."