make-up

Jun Huai dipped the pen in the colored ink, bent down, and tapped on the two trembling cherry red fruits. The strength was not strong, but the colored ink was cold. It was trembling like a thrill, and he stood upright even more.

Feng Lichen was startled by the uncontrollable emotional trembling, he raised his body to look at it, but was pushed back by Jun Huai.

"Do not move."

Feng Lichen didn't move anymore, bit his lip and asked Jun Huai to paint on his chest. After a while, he asked: "Huaihuai, do you want to paint on me?"

Jun Huai nodded slightly, acquiescing.It's just that there is a lot of playfulness in the eyes, and with lowered eyes, Feng Lichen can't see it.He asked again, "Huaihuai, what kind of painting did you make?"

Jun Huai frowned and looked at him, and he pulled the corners of his mouth with a playful smile, "Okay, I won't ask any more."

Jun Huai turned around and went to fetch Yise again.He was very serious when he was painting, his eyelashes flickered like butterfly clothes from time to time, his thin lips were habitually drawn into a line, and his face was cold.

The tip of the pen scratches the delicate skin, bringing a little tremor.Feng Lichen endured the itchiness caused by the pen tip brushing across his body, and looked at Jun Huai with a smile on his brows and eyes.

The face is indifferent and beautiful, and the figure is like a jade tree, which is excellent.

The more he thought about it, the crazier the images in his mind became, and the more itchy he felt, the more he couldn't hold back.Finally, when the tip of the pen fell on his stomach, he jumped up from the couch as if he couldn't stand it anymore.

Looking at the broken stroke, Jun Huai frowned tightly, his pretty face covered with a cold expression.

"What are you moving?" He was angry, his voice was cold.It was so cold that Feng Lichen suspected that the next moment, he would leave him, throw away the pen, turn around and leave.

Feng Lichen pursed his lips, Jun Huai was still looking at him, his eyes were very cold.He glanced at his body, only to see a plum blossom painted on it, and two of them bloomed on his chest, covering up his original charm.

During the breath, the flesh is moved, and the plum blossom is also moving, as if it is blooming.

lifelike.

At the part where the stalk grows, such a sudden movement by him destroyed the original beauty.No wonder Jun Huai was so angry.

He raised his eyes, met Jun Huai's eyes, and whispered, "Huai Huai, I'm itchy..." After speaking, he tilted his head slightly, like a child who has done something wrong.

Jun Huai didn't pay any attention to what he said, and ordered lightly, "Lie down." He took the small cloth next to him, dipped it in some water, and wiped the damaged stem.

Very light movement.It's just that the cloth was stained with cold water, making Feng Lichen so cold that he wanted to run away.He couldn't help thinking of the child in his womb, wondering if he would be cold.

But the time didn't make him think so much, but after a while, the itching gradually spread all over his body, especially where the plum branches spread all over.

Especially on the chest where plum blossoms were made, he just wanted to touch it with his hands to relieve the itching.

"Don't touch it. If you touch it, I will leave."

Jun Huai's indifferent voice suddenly sounded beside her ear, and Feng Lichen realized that her hand had reached midair at some point.He withdrew his hand and looked at Jun Huai impatiently.

The last stroke landed between his legs.The legs are like white jade, some red spots during the period, no matter how you look at it, how confusing it is, it is raw, and there is a little white liquid on the side of the legs that is slightly watery.

Jun Huai stood up, took a few steps back, and looked at his work.That plum branch, as cold and aloof as if blooming in the snow, but because it bloomed in the wrong place, people couldn't resist the temptation to pick it.

He smiled, and then put down his pen.

Feng Lichen saw it, and at that moment, he felt that nothing could compare to his bosom.The smile on his lips got deeper and deeper, restraining the itch in his body, he asked, "Does it look good?"