Chapter 71: Smooth Snow-White Armrest

Humanistic portraits always involve people, right?

Who to find as a model?

Li Yan had already thought about it.

Of course, it was Liu Yifei!

He didn't need to go to the tutoring class to practice the piano anymore; besides the intersection of the two in the QQ group vetting, this photography competition was also a very good opportunity.

Only when there were more intersections between the two would there be an opportunity for further development; this was beyond doubt.

Li Yan planned roughly and checked the time; it was around 7:30.

Opening WeChat and looking at the location sent by Wang Lin, Li Yan checked the navigation; it wasn't far, about 20 minutes.

Changing into a simple white T-shirt and shorts, he took the car key and went out.

And Wang Lin was currently tucking a strand of smooth hair behind her ear, gently spraying a little light perfume on her neck, picking up a white canvas bag, and opening the door to walk out.

Her father and mother were both busy in the kitchen and didn't notice what she was wearing; Wang Lin said "I'm going out for a bit," and then slipped downstairs.

She didn't want her parents to see her going out dressed like this at night; they would mostly ask questions.

This small park was just around the corner near her home, and it was a good place to get some air under the shade of the trees; it was the best place to meet.

Ten minutes later, she arrived there and waited by the roadside, thinking to herself not to appear too proactive, and to observe Li Yan's state first.

She glanced at the time on her phone, thinking the other party should be arriving soon; sure enough, not long after, she heard the low and thick off-road vehicle engine sound from afar, and a square black car head cut into her line of sight, with the car body reflecting a matte texture under the streetlights at night.

A few seconds later, the car stopped steadily in front of her.

The car window lowered, revealing Li Yan's face, "Get in." His voice still carried the faint music from the sound system.

Wang Lin nodded, didn't talk much nonsense, reached out to pull open the passenger door, lifted her leg, and sat in.

At that moment, the black car interior welcomed snow-white, slender legs that seemed to glow white; the contrast at that moment was maximized.

Even Li Yan turned to look over at this moment.

It was foreseeable that this was the first female passenger to welcome the passenger seat of the Mercedes G-Class, but it would definitely not be the last.

"Fasten your seat belt."

Li Yan didn't stand on ceremony, leaned over slightly, and fastened the seat belt for Wang Lin.

A faint scent of perfume came to the tip of his nose, Chanel No. 5, a very classic scent.

That fair, pretty face was right next to Li Yan's cheek as he leaned over; the two seemed to be in a position where if either one tilted their head slightly, intimate contact would follow.

It was just that Li Yan wasn't that eager; a fisherman who didn't know how to pull the line wasn't a good fisherman.

And at this moment, Wang Lin had a feeling of "sitting upright," with her slender hands placed properly on her snow-white, slender legs.

Feeling the strong male aura coming from beside her, even though Wang Lin had prepared herself in her heart, her heart was still beating faster.

It was just that when Li Yan fastened the seat belt and sat back, Wang Lin, who was still building her confidence in her heart, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Immediately, she pursed her lips and looked at Li Yan beside her.

"Hmm... I'll take you to eat the most authentic hot pot in Sichuan Province~"

The tug-of-war ended temporarily; the theme of the night was still eating together.

Li Yan took out his phone to navigate to the hot pot restaurant Wang Lin mentioned; the distance wasn't close, requiring a 20-30 minute journey.

The music in the Mercedes G-Class started playing David Tao's "Small Town Girl" again.

The ambient light inside the Mercedes G-Class shone on Wang Lin's body; Wang Lin looked at Li Yan's movements of driving attentively beside her in a daze.

At this moment, Li Yan was holding the steering wheel with his left hand, his right hand resting on the center armrest, his right fingers tapping from time to time with the rhythm of the music.

And Wang Lin, sitting in the passenger seat, had snow-white, slender legs that looked exceptionally seductive under the illumination of the ambient light.

Looking at Li Yan beside her, Wang Lin unconsciously brought her legs together slightly, leaning towards the right side of Li Yan's right hand, which was resting on the center armrest.

If you drive a Mercedes G-Class on the internet, most people will only say your car is average, has high fuel consumption, high tire noise and wind noise, and small rear space.

If you drive a Mercedes G-Class in reality, you can experience the enthusiasm of strangers, and it is highly likely to be the enthusiasm of strange young ladies.

And your right hand generally doesn't need to be placed on the cold and hard center armrest.

You can put it on the snow-white, slender, soft, and smooth legs of the passenger wearing black silk, white silk, or calf socks.

Li Yan didn't pretend to be reserved; the center armrest was cold and hard, and it was definitely not as good as Wang Lin's snow-white, slender legs.

"A girl from a small town arrived in the big city"

"You must have heard this story"

Following the singing coming from the Burmester sound system, Li Yan's right hand also changed to a slightly warm, smooth, and full position.

Wang Lin didn't speak, looking straight ahead, her hands holding her fabric bag in front of her chest.

Occasionally glancing at the youth driving attentively, if it weren't for the right hand that was gently stroking her thigh at this moment, Wang Lin would definitely think Li Yan was absolutely a gentleman.

Perhaps there was too much impact from the internet, perhaps the internet brought many things that ordinary people couldn't see into everyone's line of sight.

Many people couldn't imagine how much attraction a Mercedes G-Class worth two or three million had to girls in reality.

Especially when Li Yan was just simply wearing a white short-sleeved shirt from LV, and a pair of black shorts from Chanel, while his shoes were just ordinary Nike sneakers.

Just a simple summer outfit, the price was over 30,000.

When that arm with muscle curves and that fair left hand held the steering wheel with the three-pointed star, the golden Patek Philippe Nautilus was simply tied to the youth's wrist.

Everything here represented class.

Everything here represented charm.

Everything here represented attraction.

People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles; the outside is always the best way for a person to understand you.

Although Li Yan wasn't very old, he understood all this deeply.

It wasn't that he liked luxury goods that much; there were plenty of good-looking clothes that were unbranded or designed by niche designers, or some simple brands.

Watches worth millions or tens of millions were the same as electronic watches and mobile phone timing functions, and they were not even as accurate as the mobile phone's timing.

But the meaning represented in this was completely different.

Perhaps when Li Yan became world-famous, even if he just wore a pair of cloth shoes, the outside world would definitely not think these cloth shoes were cheap, but would naturally have great scholars to interpret the classics for him.

"Old cloth shoes from China are the best luxury goods"

"The craftsmanship is quite exquisite, absolutely not cheap"

"Tailor-made by a special tailor!" ===== CHAPTER 72 =====