make-up

Feng Lichen obediently followed behind Jun Huai, covering her mouth and laughing in a low voice.Jun Huai took him to the study, Feng Lichen habitually wanted to close the doors and windows, Jun Huai stopped him.

"No, no one will come here." As he spoke, there was a bit of contempt in his words.

Feng Lichen nodded, glanced at the table case on one side, and saw that it was covered with various thick inks, so he raised his eyebrows at Jun Huai, "Huai Huai, don't you want to compare your paintings with me? technology?"

"No." Jun Huai replied coldly.

Feng Lichen squinted his eyes, but didn't speak.He is an excellent painter, Jun Huai knows it.During the time in Ming Nan, he just painted several paintings, sold them at a high price as masterpieces, and bought a lot of things to please Jun Huai.

At that time, Jun Huai saw it and teased him, so you used your paintings to exchange such unsightly things?

His heart was as sweet as sugar.What Jun Huai meant was that his paintings caught his eyes.

Thinking about it now, his heart is still sweet.Then he really looked at Jun Huai and smiled like this, the longing and admiration in his expression, without the slightest concealment.

Jun Huai froze for a moment, avoiding his eyes, bent over a little, and picked up a pen to stir the colored ink on the plate.After a while, I could only hear his flat voice, "Take it off, lie down."

He pointed to the bed.

Feng Lichen took off his coat without saying a word, and before he had time to ask anything, he heard Jun Huai say again: "Take off all of them."

It might not have been unnatural to take off his clothes under Jun Huai's gaze before, but now, he wished that Jun Huai's eyes would stick to him.

In addition to the movement of undressing, his fingertips also slid across the white body with deliberate teasing.As if he felt that it wasn't enough, he hooked his mouth, smiled softly, and looked at Jun Huai with his head slightly tilted.

There are many scars on his body from the past, but the ugliness of these scars is covered up by that supple and beautiful figure, which adds a bit of vigor.In the past, he would still be secretive, but later he knew that Jun Huai didn't really mind these things, so he let go of his flirtatiousness.

Jun Huai looked at the color of the thick ink and thought for a while.Jun Huai couldn't hold back anymore on the bed, he said in a low and hoarse voice, "Huai Huai, why don't you come, it's so cold..."

The coquettishness in his words was intentional, but his body was really cold.Jun Huai didn't allow him to close the window, the cold wind all ran in, causing layers of pimples to form on his skin.

It's just that when Jun Huai looked over, he deliberately dawdled his body. Behind the gauze curtain, a hazy figure floated up and down, with an elegant and seductive posture.

Jun Huai's eyes darkened, he took a look, picked up a pen, and walked over.Feng Lichen saw that he stretched out his fingers and dipped them in the colored ink slightly, and his fair fingers were stained a layer of reddish.

He suddenly understood what Jun Huai wanted to do.With a charming smile on his lips, he softened his voice, "I didn't expect Huaihuai to have such a hobby?"

Jun Huai glanced at him lightly when he heard the words, "Turn around."

He held colored ink in one hand and a pen in the other, his face was full of aloofness, and Feng Lichen's enchanting naked figure appeared in his indifferent eyes.The one holding it looks like a gentleman, but what he wants to do is like a dude who hangs around in a place of fireworks.

Such a contrast made Feng Lichen's heart tremble uncontrollably.He turned around and lay flat, with red plums dotted on his white chest, trembling under the cold wind, he whispered "Huaihuai" as if helpless, and grasped the quilt by his side nervously with both hands. The quilt, the slender legs are crossed, trying to hide the youth between the legs.