Soft temptation

How could Lou Ruan bear this.

Of course she agreed to him.

When the brush fell on Xie Yanli's cold white collarbone, he suddenly laughed softly.

Lou Ruan held the paintbrush in one hand and the palette in the other, and paused for a moment.

"...What are you laughing at?"

Xie Yanli put his arms around her waist and let her sit on his lap. He laughed softly, his warm breath lingered on her forehead, and the ending sound was slightly dragged, "itch."

Lou Ruan lowered her eyes and looked at the black stroke on his collarbone, "This is just a stroke."

"If you're ticklish..."

"No, don't say it." He reached out to cover her lips, and the tip of his nose almost touched his hand, "I'm not afraid."

Lou Ruan had her lips covered, and she sat in his arms and had no choice but to stare at him with wide eyes.

Xie Yanli pursed his lips and let go of his hand.

He raised his head slightly, revealing the superior and smooth neck line, full Adam's apple and cold white delicate collarbone unreservedly displayed in front of him.

It was the first time for Lou Ruan to paint on a human body at such a close distance.

She tightened her hand holding the paintbrush, glanced at Xie Yanli, and put the palette aside.

With the free hand, he opened the neckline of his jet-black shirt generously, pinched the paintbrush with his white fingers, and focused his downcast eyes.

Xie Yanli leaned on the chair leisurely, lazily stretched out his arms to hug her waist, squinted his eyes and looked at the mirror beside him.

In the mirror, a girl in a long lotus root pink dress was sitting in his arms, her snow-white calves were slightly vacated, and the hem of her skirt was rippling.

She had slender and thick eyelashes hanging down, she held his shirt collar with one hand, and a paintbrush in the other, her profile was delicate and obedient.

Those drooping eyes hadn't been raised for a long time, she no longer saw him, only the butterfly pattern on her collarbone.

The black watercolor paint fell on the collarbone and fell from the soft tip of the nose, making it feel crisp and numb.

She moved slightly harder, and the thick color fell on the thin and white skin. Xie Yanli held his breath briefly.

This feeling is really not good.

But there are some subtle ones that make people can't bear to stop.

Lou Ruan turned her head and changed the pen.

She pinches the barrel of the pen with her pink fingers, and dips her eyes down to take the paint on the palette.

Xie Yanli was still leaning there, he loosened his hand on her waist, turned around and picked up the mobile phone at hand.

The person who has been concentrating on creation finally took a look at him, saw that he took the mobile phone and didn't say anything, turned around with the paintbrush, sat on his lap and lowered his head slightly, his eyes were at the same level as his collarbone.

The soft and sweet breath is there.

Xie Yanli closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.

He looked at the mirror beside him, and with his slender fingers, he slid on the screen of the phone and turned on the camera.

Before taking the photo, Xie Yanli looked down at the person lying on his chest.

With her pinkish-white fingers, she pressed his three-buttoned neckline, looked at his collarbone without distraction, and carefully outlined the butterflies in her brush.

Really, wholeheartedly engaged in creation.

It's not like him at all, restless.

The tip of his nose slid along his collarbone, Xie Yanli's Adam's apple rolled down, and he took a picture in the mirror.

He didn't know when the powder appeared on his fingers.

Lou Ruan had already heard the sound of him taking pictures, she fixedly looked at the black butterfly on his collarbone, and said softly and steadily, "Don't shake, I'm going to draw the other half."

Only half of this butterfly is a real butterfly wing.On the other half, she first drew lines, and now she plans to fill in black roses here, and use a few roses to form the other half of the wings.

"...Okay." Xie Yanli pinched the phone and asked her with lowered eyes, "Can I send it?"

The tone of voice suddenly became a little weird.

The slender paintbrush gently drew a small circle on his collarbone, and the thick black paint fell on the white collarbone, Lou Ruan didn't lift his head, and his tone was still light and steady, as if he had no emotion, "Mmm. "

"..."

After getting her affirmation, Xie Yanli's eyelashes twinkled, and he opened the circle of friends.

He leaned back slightly, sitting lazily, squinting his eyes, selected the picture just now, and typed casually:

【Cooperate with the wife to engage in creation/stand up [picture]】

After posting, Xie Yanli put down the phone, leaned there and continued to enjoy the itchy, numb, subtle intolerable feeling.

Teacher Tianju draws very carefully and slowly.

After the butterfly was finished, she had another whim and drew a circle of rose branches around the butterfly.

The little roses and the tiny branches and leaves made Xie Yanli's eyebrows twitch again and again.

Fortunately, she quickly put down her brush and stopped.

"Okay," Lou Ruan put down the brush, leaned over and blew there, "Look at it."

The person who had finally been pardoned leaned there, lazily raising his eyelashes.

Lou Ruan was meeting his eyes, and was about to get up from him, "Look."

She thinks she played pretty well today!

Nice drawing!

Xie Yanli nodded, but did not let her go down.

He raised his hand and hugged the person directly.

Lou Ruan flew into the air in an instant, she exclaimed, "Put me down."

The person holding her had already walked up to the mirror. He turned his body slightly and looked in the direction of his neckline in the mirror, only half of the butterfly's wings could be seen.

The other half is blocked by the shirt.

He pursed his lips and looked at her, "Block it, madam, help me."

Lou Ruan: "..."

She stretched out her hand and gently opened the collar of his shirt, fully revealing the butterfly.

"How?" she asked.

Xie Yanli looked at the meandering black butterfly in the mirror, raised his eyebrows lightly, "It's really beautiful, it's not in vain that Mr. Tianju has been concentrating on it for 10 minutes, and didn't give me a glance."

Lou Ruan: "?"

Xie Yanli: "Next time, paint your face. At least in this way, you can see me more."

Lou Ruan was speechless.

Obviously he asked her to draw here!

Moreover, who didn't look at him!

Haven't you been staring at the collarbone? Isn't looking at his collarbone counting as looking at him?

O man!

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Half an hour later, Xie Yanli got in the car and went out.

He sat in the back of the car, patted the butterfly on his collarbone, and opened WeChat slowly.

The previous post already got a lot of likes.

Xie Yanli took a hasty glance, glanced at Shao Zheng's like, and shared the picture again.

No copy this time.

Everyone knows who drew this.

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In the afternoon, the laboratory and contract signing meeting with Huaqing University began.

Attend the thank you banquet on time.

He sat down casually under the eyes of the company's top management, employees and Professor An who signed the contract on behalf of Huaqing Laboratory.

The moment he sat down, the entire meeting room was quiet, and everyone was staring at his slightly unbuttoned neckline, and caught a glimpse of the meandering black butterfly.