The licking dog is rebellious and firmly grasps the script of Bai Yueguang

After hearing Xie Yi's words, Fu Tinglan turned around and looked at the oil painting he had just created passionately, and the expression in his eyes gradually softened.

"You like this painting too?"

Fu Tinglan's emotions became visibly aroused, and her eyes changed from the indifferent look she had just given. Her voice was as excited as if she was having a heated discussion with the collector, "I see my muse in you, he is really It looks good. Look, I drew him in red clothes and the highlights of his collarbone——"

"Fu Tinglan, is it possible that I am your muse?"

"No, you are not."

Upon hearing this, Fu Tinglan's excited voice stopped abruptly. He frowned and turned back. He looked up and down at the smiling young man and emphasized, "My muse only stays on you for a moment. He is not you..." Uh-huh!”

Before the man could finish his words, Xie Yi pressed the back of his head and kissed her passionately.

The young man's smooth tongue slithered into his mouth like a snake. Fu Tinglan seemed to have a valve opened instantly. His head was empty, and he gradually mastered the technique. He held Xie Yi in his arms with his backhand.

Kissing was like an electric shock, tingling and tingling.

In a daze, the unfamiliar tide gradually overwhelmed his mind.

The studio should have been quiet and deep late at night, but the men hugging each other did not stop moving. The sound of the intimate and deep kiss was like water rushing down a waterfall, surging with no sign of weakening.

For a long time, Xie Yi was kissed profusely by the man who had the upper hand. His breathing became rapid, and he stretched out his hand to push him away.

Unexpectedly, the man took his hand and pressed it on the clean floor with his fingers clasped.

"Xie Yi, what do you want to do?"

"As you can see, I'm proving that I am your muse."

Xie Yijun's face was flushed, and he looked at the man with a charming eyebrow, and the smile on his lips deepened, "If you don't believe it, you can create paintings on me that you have never tried before."

As soon as the words "body" and "painting" appeared, Fu Tinglan's eyes darkened a little.

"So confident?" The man sneered.

"You'll know if you try it."

Xie Yi raised his eyebrows, looked at him aggressively from top to bottom, stopped under his lower abdomen, and said with a smile: "But I think you can't control it, A Lan?"

"Okay, that's as you wish."

Fu Tinglan ignored the physical impulse, tore open the fabric, picked up a pen dipped in orange paint and lightly traced it on the young man's chest.

The coolness of the brushstrokes and paint gave Xie Yi a layer of goosebumps on his sensitive skin. He wanted to get up from the ground, but was held down by the man.

"Don't move."

Fu Tinglan's eyes were deep and his voice was domineering and strong, "I haven't finished the painting yet."

The brush snaked all the way down from his chest, and the cold touch made Xie Yi laugh several times. After a while, it was covered with colorful paint, and the messy lines were very tempting to Fu Tinglan.

"It seems that you are qualified to be my muse."

Fu Tinglan stopped writing and suddenly touched a place under the young man's lower abdomen. He stopped for a moment, looked back at the person in surprise, and frowned: "Are you emotional?"

"Alan, aren't you also emotional?"

Xie Yi hooked his lips, pulled the man down, then turned over and looked down at Fu Tinglan's face with a sick smile, and the faint fire of excitement and anticipation in his eyes, and couldn't help but sneer, "But what I didn't expect is that you can do this to a good brother's body. It's really perverted."

"I'm not the only pervert, you are also an accomplice."

The smile on Fu Tinglan's face was clear and innocent, like a child who knew nothing, but his voice was full of excitement and excitement, "Xie Yi, what will you do to me? I'm looking forward to it."

"What to do? Of course, do something that makes you and me happy."

Xie Yi curled his lips, his eyes were moist, and his fingertips gently brushed away the hair that covered the side of his face. He suddenly leaned forward and kissed her again. This time, he took the dominant position.

The end of Fu Tinglan's eyes turned red from his kiss, and the mole at the corner of his eye was bright and moving.

When Xie Yi's hand reached under his lower abdomen, he was grabbed by the man, and the delicate kiss was paused. The young man raised his eyebrows in confusion, but saw Fu Tinglan's eyes full of disgust and resistance.

"That's enough, that's it for tonight."

After saying this, Fu Tinglan pushed the person away violently and got up from the ground.

He casually patted off the non-existent dust on the messy collar, frowned, and stared condescendingly at Xie Yi, who was stunned on the ground. His voice was no longer as gentle as before.

"Get up too and get out of my studio."

Fu Tinglan's eyes were cold, "I don't want to see you in the studio in the future."

After he finished speaking, his eyes stopped at Xie Yi's open chest. The bright lines on his cold white skin looked particularly bright, and his skin was dazzlingly white.

Fu Tinglan frowned and looked away.

The silent urging quietly broke out at this moment. Xie Yi raised his eyebrows. After feeling relieved, he was not embarrassed. He just shrugged and got up from the ground.

"Fu Tinglan, remember what you said today."

Xie Yi chuckled lightly, buttoned his buttons, and walked out of the studio slowly, his handsome face flushed with a careless smile, "I will never step into your studio in the future! Even if you invite me, I will not Come!"

Xie Yi said the last sentence very loudly.

Fu Tinglan's eyes stared blankly at Xie Yi's buttoned chest. The thin fabric completely blocked his sight.

It's a pity that he improvised the painting.

……

Xie Yi returned to the guest room and kept scrubbing the paints angrily.

The water washing off his body was colorful, but Xie Yi became more and more angry the more he rubbed it.

As the saying goes, an arrow has to be fired when it is on the string. Fu Tinglan would have done well to arouse his fire and then tell him to get out fiercely!

OK! good! Since he is so ruthless, then he just waits!

Let’s see if I don’t catch him to death!

【Ding! Favorability increased by 10%! The current favorability is 60%! 】

[Host, stop scolding, stop scolding, the little painter's favorability has increased, maybe he is an upright master, host, don't care about him! 】

Haha, if you don’t like it as a gift, you just like to poke fun at the memories, right?

No, bro, you are a real sword!

at the same time.

Fu Tinglan sat back on the high stool, moving one hand up and down, staring at the young man with slightly exposed collarbone on the drawing board, feeling even more excited.

After a long while, he let out an passionate shout.

There were suddenly a few white spots on the face of the young man on the drawing board, which made his handsome face look even more depressed.

The smile on his face deepened, he raised the corners of his lips, and spread the white spots evenly.

The face of the young man on the drawing board suddenly seemed to be covered with fog and became blurry, but the smile on the man's face became more excited and excited.

Even his voice trembled slightly.

"Muse...my muse is so beautiful."