Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

After leaving the oil painting exhibition hall, the young master took her into the handicraft exhibition hall. There were all kinds of strangely shaped artworks, which ordinary people couldn't tell what they were.

Walking to a pile of big gray stones, the young master said that this work symbolizes rights.

Mu Ying nodded, it makes sense.

Going further, I came to a small independent inner hall. Countless red ribbons hung from the ceiling in a mess, almost occupying most of the room. The ribbons were piled on the ground, messy and random, full of incomprehensible Artistic atmosphere.

Mu Ying walked into the hall and looked around the work. It felt like someone hung it up at will, and threw it down in groups at random. She didn't know what this was trying to express.

Maybe it's because I have too little knowledge, so I asked the young master what it means.

The young master glanced at her: "Men are in love with women."

Mu Ying once again looked at the red ribbon in the room. When men and women collide together, they will be passionate like red flames, entangled softly and chaotically. Maybe the artist wants to express this?

Combined with her limited experience, Mu Ying can only understand this to this extent.

The young master asked: "What?"

Mu Ying shunned her hair: "I don't quite understand."

The young master smiled, and led her into the place among the ten thousand red ribbons.

Mu Ying hurriedly asked, can I come in?Won't it destroy other people's works?

The young master hugged her waist, "No, this kind of work is for people to come in and feel it."

After finishing speaking, the young master cupped her face and kissed her lips.

He kissed deeper and deeper, and the kiss became hotter. The bag in Mu Ying's hand fell off and fell on the mat made of ribbons, making a soft muffled sound.

"Master...Master..." Mu Ying shoved him away, "The artist let me feel it, but didn't let me do it?"

"How to feel if you don't do it." After finishing speaking, the young master raised her chin and grabbed her lips again.

His enthusiasm is as unstoppable as a flood, no matter how many tricks Mu Ying has, it will be useless, and she can no longer play tricks to lure him.

Mu Ying's brain started to lack oxygen, and the world was spinning, her eyes were full of fiery red...

I have no idea when I was lying on the ground or how the clothes were peeled off.

She didn't realize it until countless cold and soft ribbons swept across her skin, but it was too late.

They are all in the mouth of the tiger, can they still escape?There is no escape.

So he didn't run away, leaned on the soft ribbon, looked over the young master's shoulders, and watched countless red lines hang down, like a net, falling from the sky, and caught the two of them.

In this passionate net, they are entangled and entangled, regardless of each other, like a pair of silkworms bound by their own cocoons.

She wanted to grab something, so she grabbed a handful of red ribbons.

But the young master took her hand: "Don't pull it, if it breaks, they will make us pay for it."

Mu Ying quickly let go.

"Didn't you... didn't you buy it?"

"This is an exhibit on loan, not part of the collection."

Having said that, Mu Ying became even more nervous, for fear of ruining other people's works.

The young master smiled: "Hold me tight, just don't move around."

Mu Ying hugged him obediently. In order not to damage other people's works, she was careful not to move or struggle. She would do whatever the young master wanted her to do.

After a long time, Mu Ying's air was like a silk.

The young master whispered in her ear with a hoarse voice: "Do you understand now?"

Drowsy, she nodded to him, then shook her head.

What did she understand? She couldn't understand anything. She only knew that if the young master wanted her, he would try every means to get her.

Otherwise, there are so many exhibition halls, why did the young master bring her here?

She didn't answer, the young master smiled and asked her again: "We practice it with our own body, hasn't Ah Ying understood the meaning of other artists?"