Part 2The Beagle and the System

After the prospective nude models left, he took off his trousers.

Only a pair of boxers remained.

I carefully examined him. His figure was slender and well-proportioned, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscle lines were smooth and full of power.

His legs were long and straight, very youthful.

No tattoos, no scars, combining strength and beauty.

I reached out my cold hand and touched his abs.

He shrank back, gasping for breath.

His eyes were dark and obscure...

Fingertips tracing the contours of his abs. Good, like a natural work of art.

There was vigorous tension between the muscles, very suitable for figure sketching.

Then chest muscles, abs, back muscles.

I traced them all with my fingertips.

He lowered his head, looking gloomy, not knowing what he was thinking.

I was too lazy to care if it was a humiliating expression.

I walked behind him, curled my fingers, and scratched his lumbar dimples.

He groaned without warning, "You..."

I snorted contemptuously.

So useless.

"Alright, put on your clothes. You can't be this sensitive when you strip for sketching later."

I put on the slippers handed over by the butler.

"My dad and your mom are not home now, so from now on you have to listen to me."

"It's too late, I want to drink milk now."

Noah pursed his lips and stood still.

Did he not figure out his status yet? Did he think he came here to be a young master?

I winked at the butler, and Noah was dragged to the kitchen by the butler.

A quarter of an hour later, Noah came to my room.

Handed over a glass of milk.

I just touched the cup wall and splashed the milk back.

"It's over 113 degrees Fahrenheit. Are you trying to scald me to death?"

Noah was drenched from top to bottom, even his eyelashes were stained with pure milk, his eyes slightly shocked.

He didn't move.

I said angrily, "What are you staring at? Reheat it."