Husband's Fingertips

"He? I'm within ten feet of you!"

Xia Wangchuan: "..."

Xia Wangchuan didn't expect Qiu Jiyan to answer these words, he took a quick glance at the man, but the man had already adjusted himself in a moment, his face was sinking like water, and he couldn't see any clues.

Xia Wangchuan's heart skipped a beat, Qiu Jiyan, are you... confessing your love?

"President Qiu... Are you kidding me?"

He tried his best to control his excitement, and whispered a half-testing sentence.

"Well, what I mean is that you don't believe his nonsense, any man within ten feet is just coaxing you to make you pay attention to him."

Qiu Jiyan's voice seemed to calm down slowly, and the sour smell that filled Qiu Yuebai's body when he was present just now obviously faded away.

Xia Wangchuan felt that his heart, which was already in his throat, suddenly fell, probably because the speed of the fall was too fast, which made him suddenly feel as if his heart had been hit by something, and he felt a little dizzy for a while.

He stabilized his mind, and continued to push and hold Qiu Jiyan's legs with both hands, but his heart was like the East China Sea split by Nezha's Huntian Ling, the waves were raging, and the water splashed everywhere.

This man with a mouth harder than a rock is too able to control and suppress himself.

Mingming saw himself and Qiu Yuebai sharing the same room on the balcony, and when they were holding hands, they were already furious and rushed in, as if they were going to fight for someone with their uncle.

But when he understood the truth and knew that Qiu Yuebai was not talking to him, but after showing him his palm, he quickly suppressed the jealousy in his heart.

And the sentence that just blurted out, presumably it must have been his original intention, to let himself know that compared with Qiu Yuebai, he is the man he wants to date within ten feet of him.

But in the end, this mysterious sentence was also rejected by himself.

Alas, that's right, this is the Qiu Jiyan that Xia Wangchuan is familiar with, the cold-faced Qiu Jiyan, the tangled and awkward Qiu Jiyan.

He is neither as straightforward and frank as Qiu Yuebai, nor is he as natural as his love skills, but, isn't it because of this that he is him, the one who always controls and suppresses himself? .

Xia Wangchuan silently looked at the man in front of him, then raised his head slightly, and glanced at the wall of the room.

The Qiu family's big mansion seems to have a solid and stable texture amidst the splendor. Perhaps, the wall that Qiu Jiyan confined himself was slowly built in such an environment.

Such a solid barrier, as well as the family affection in this barrier that is stronger than the wall, presumably also blocked his eyes and the pace of love that were already bursting out with fire of love.

Must be.

So, should I want to be a person who will always stand outside the wall of his heart, or bravely and proactively break open the thick door of his heart?

Xia Wangchuan's fingers on Qiu Jiyan's body didn't stop, nor did his brain.

In the past few days, Qiu Yuebai has already painted the portraits of Mrs. Ding, Qiu Suyun and Xiang Hong.

The three women all expressed great satisfaction, and Qiu Suyun and Xiang Hong were even more popular in the circle of friends, and unsurprisingly, they gained a lot of limelight.

But the great painter Qiu who was sitting in the bedroom bored right now had a dissatisfied expression on his face.

From morning to noon, he kept suffocating in his room and did not go out.

During lunch, Mrs. Ding sent Sister Qing to tell him to go downstairs, but after a long time, Sister Qing still spoke back and forth by herself.

"Master Yue Bai said that he would eat later, and he has no appetite now. I asked, he seemed to be competing with a painting, and said that more than a dozen drafts were damaged, and if he didn't have a good start, he would definitely not come to eat. "

The old lady and Qiu Suyun glanced at each other and shook their heads.

This youngest is not picky in character and temper, not to mention easy-going and cheerful, and has some western humor.

But there is one thing, that is, when he paints, if he does not reach his own satisfaction level, he will be very persistent, and there is an energy that even nine cows can't pull back.

"What did he draw, did you see it?"

Mrs. Ding took a sip of the miscellaneous mushroom soup, and asked Sister Qing casually.

Sister Qing smiled, "I took a quick glance, and I knew it was a portrait. I only had a rough idea, and I couldn't tell who it was."

Qiu Suyun put down his chopsticks, "This is amazing, haven't we all finished drawing portraits of the youngest? Is there any girl in the family who wants him to draw?"

Sister Qing thought for a while, "It's not a woman. Although I only have a rough idea, I can tell that the young master's painting is a man."

"..."

Qiu Yuebai was frowning at the easel in the room.

He drafted this portrait no less than ten times, and every time he messed up when drawing the eyes.

The result of the revisions was that a dozen drafts were torn up in the morning.

He spread his hands with himself.

There is no way, Xia Wangchuan has been wearing a pair of big black glasses. Although he knows that his eyes are bright and shining, he must be very beautiful when exposed, but he can't see the actual shape. Just relying on imagination, the more he draws, the more he feels uncomfortable. picture.

That's right, what Qiu Yuebai drew was Xia Wangchuan, the masseuse of the Qiu family.

Of course, this portrait was not modeled by himself like others, but Qiu Yuebai wrote it entirely based on his impression of Xia Wangchuan.

Although it took some effort, Qiu Yuebai was very persistent in wanting to finish it.

Because now he is very clear about one thing, that is, he has a strange liking for this masseuse.

This is also a kind of favor that surprised Qiu Yuebai.

Because he is a man who knows his preferences very well, he knows that he is very fraternal to men in his bones, and he does not have a fixed preference for a certain appearance type.

But there is one thing he never denied, that is, no matter what type of man he is, the first condition must be to have a pleasing face.

Yes, to put it bluntly, you must have good looks.

That's why Qiu Yuebai was a little surprised by his liking for Xia Wangchuan.

Because this man who is always fully armed, so that he can't see his face, looks really ugly.

But for Qiu Yuebai who has been painting for many years, he has an inexplicable feeling that makes him suspect that under Xia Wangchuan's scruffy appearance, there should be an amazing face.

He believed in his own feelings, and this feeling made him curious about Xia Wangchuan's mystery and also developed a good impression.

Qiu Yuebai, who has always been cheerful, couldn't help feeling a little annoyed when he saw the portrait in front of him that was getting more and more modified.

No, if you continue to paint like this, you probably won't be able to paint until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.

Qiu Yuebai stared at the portfolio in front of him, and nodded vigorously.

After giving Qiu Jilin a leg massage in the evening, it will be Qiu Yuebai's special session that has been untouchable for the past few days.

Xia Wangchuan knew that he would definitely come to his room again, so he made the bed early.

The balcony door was unlocked and ajar as usual.It was quiet on the balcony, and Qiu Jiyan's room was still dark, presumably he hadn't come back yet.

Looking at that door, Xia Wangchuan couldn't help thinking about last night in his mind.

The moment the man pushed the door open with a "bang", apart from being surprised, he was also faintly excited and looking forward to it.

Unfortunately, the expected result was still empty.

Qiu Yuebai knocked on the door, and Xia Wangchuan looked away from the balcony in a bit of disappointment.

The door opened, Xia Wangchuan was stunned, and Qiu Yuebai at the door was standing there with a folded easel, smiling.

"Master Xia, let's change places today. How about you lying on the bed?"

Xia Wangchuan: "..."

Seeing the dazed expression on Xia Wangchuan's face, Qiu Yuebai winked at him, showing his signature smile.

"Are you scared? Haha, it doesn't mean anything else, just look at this."

Qiu Yuebai opened the easel and set it up on the ground.

"Before I go back to the country, my family will threaten me. This time I have to draw a portrait of everyone. You know that I have finished drawing those ladies these days. Unexpectedly, my painting addiction was hooked." Come up. After much deliberation today, I especially want to draw a portrait of a beautiful boy, so it is you."

Xia Wangchuan looked at the drawing paper on the easel where the outline of the head had just been raised, and then heard Qiu Yuebai's words "beautiful boy, it's you", for a moment he really didn't know what to say, he just felt that his face was full of tears. Awkward.

"Mr. Qiu, don't tease me, I'd better give you a massage."

"Why am I teasing you? Didn't you see that I was ready? You have to think this way. Most people ask me to paint and I don't reward you. In case I become famous in the future, I will paint you the Mona Lisa." That kind of hot style, you will last forever!"

While joking, Qiu Yuebai made the preparations neat and tidy. Seeing that Xia Wangchuan was still stunned on the ground, he walked to his side and raised his hand as a gesture.

"If you don't move, I can hug you to bed!"

This joking threat made Xia Wangchuan subconsciously take a step back, leaning his legs on the bed.

For some unknown reason, a strange and bold idea suddenly rushed into his mind.

Before his eyes appeared Qiu Jiyan who pushed the door open last night.

If Qiu Jiyan pushed the door open because of irresistible jealousy, then can he make this jealousy come a little more fiercely?

Since the door is so thick and firmly restrains him, shouldn't he boldly push him as he wants to conquer and possess him?

Xia Wangchuan lightly bit his pale red lips.

"Mr. Qiu is so kind, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient, but no one has ever painted for me, so just don't laugh at me for being old-fashioned."

Seeing that he finally agreed to let him paint, Qiu Yuebai was overjoyed.

"You are not stupid, they are all blind, they don't even know that there is a handsome guy hiding beside them, but, what am I doing, you can't hide it from my eyes."

Xia Wangchuan was lowering his head to take off his shoes, when Qiu Yuebai said this, he couldn't help but raise his head.

Qiu Yuebai saw his nervousness, and lowered his voice a little, "I know my mother has always disliked the masseur being too handsome, you did it on purpose, right? Don't worry, on this point, I'll tell them Definitely not one of them."

Xia Wangchuan looked at Qiu Yuebai who had a trademark smile on his face, and for a moment didn't know how to explain it, so he smiled at him too.

Seeing that he finally did not deny it, Qiu Yuebai knew that his judgment was indeed correct.

"Let's talk about it, and we won't need to wear glasses after a while, is that okay?"

"……All right."

Qiu Yuebai, who was getting more and more satisfied, looked up and down the slender Xia Wangchuan, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Master Xia, I have an idea. I don't want to draw a regular big head portrait for you. You have such a beautiful figure. Why don't we draw a full-body one? Let me tell you, I am very famous for painting human bodies in France, and many supermodels make special appointments. I draw human bodies for them."

Whole body... human body?

Xia Wangchuan felt that his brain was a little insufficient. Could it be that he... wanted to draw a nude painting for himself?

Qiu Yuebai is a person who has painted too many beautiful boys, so of course he knows the thoughts in the heart of this oriental traditional boy in front of him.

Seeing Xia Wangchuan frowned, he said with a relaxed smile, "You don't have to worry, although body oil painting requires the model to be nude, but we don't have to be so professional, you can just wear underwear, you don't need to take it all off, as for yours Well, hey, I can rely on my imagination.

Xia Wangchuan: "..."

"Come on, Xia, go to bed and take off your clothes."

Qiu Jiyan didn't arrive home very late today, it was just after ten o'clock.

During the day, he communicated with the two subsidiaries in South China and Southwest China, and learned about some changes in expenditures, but he still felt that some doubts had not been clarified.

Qiu Jiyan felt that it was necessary for him to fly to these two subsidiaries to have a look in person in the near future.

One of these two companies is located in Shenzhen, and the other is located in Chengdu. It is estimated that both of them will run down, and it will take a week anyway.

Thinking of going on a business trip for so long, Qiu Jiyan felt a little uncomfortable.

If it was okay a few days ago, and the house was safe and sound, at most it was just that I couldn't get a massage for a week.

But now, the situation is completely different.

The Qiu family is a playful young man, and his brother-in-law is watching his so-called "within ten feet", and he is obviously about to attack Xia Wangchuan.

Not to mention anything else, Qiu Jiyan has long discovered that the younger uncle's pair of peach blossom eyes glanced at Xia Wangchuan's body from time to time, from the chest muscles to the buttocks, and from the fingertips to the thighs, looking fascinated, Almost drooling.

The most important thing is that Xia Wangchuan's deliberately ugly face is completely harmless to him. He has already seen through the so-called ugly man from the inside to the outside with his eyes with infrared rays.

He was stuck at home for only three days, and he was able to lie on Xia Wangchuan's bed in his underwear and hold his little hands. If he didn't go home after a business trip for a week, he would have to wait to drink the wedding wine served by his uncle himself when he came back. !

Damn, no, absolutely not!

On the car ride home, Qiu Jiyan frowned, thinking seriously.

Xia Wangchuan's room was very quiet. I don't know if he is still giving his uncle a massage, or he is on the balcony, waiting to chat with him, drink tea and watch the moon.

Opening the door, Qiu Jiyan immediately cast his eyes on the balcony.

There was an unexpected light on the balcony, which obviously came from the room next door, but it was much brighter than usual.

Qiu Jiyan suddenly felt a little worried. He dropped his briefcase and walked towards the balcony without taking off his leather shoes.

Xia Wangchuan's room was brightly lit today.

In addition to the normal headlights for ceiling lighting, Qiu Yuebai turned on all the table lamps, wall lamps and spotlights in the room in order to make the sight clearer.

Under the bright daylight, Xia Wangchuan's body, which was already as smooth as jade, seemed to have been painted with a layer of beautiful oil paint. On the snow-white bath towel, it radiated a seductive luster.

He was only wearing a pair of small black underwear, which formed a strong and intuitive contrast with the moist skin and snow-white fabric.

Although he is not as strong as an athlete like Qiu Jiyan and Qiu Yuebai, his well-proportioned bones, firm and elastic muscles, sexy collarbone, and slender legs all make people sigh the creator's preference for him.

Qiu Jiyan, who walked quickly to the window, only glanced at it lightly, and was completely shocked by the wonderful picture in the room that he couldn't even imagine.

In this picture is his familiar uncle, who is holding a paintbrush, full of the artist's unique charm, looking at the barely naked man on the bed, and then at the canvas in front of him, in addition to devotion, there is also full of passion in his eyes. , The desire is so thick that it drips out of water.

In this picture, there is also Xia Wangchuan who shocked him, half leaning and half lying on the bed, his eyes are blurred, his body is naked, full of fascinating temptations.That soft and boneless appearance seemed to be enchanted by someone, but also seemed to put down the defense on its own initiative.

What made Qiu Jiyan even more unbelievable was that Xia Wangchuan didn't even wear the glasses used to disguise himself at this time...

it's over...

At this moment, Qiu Jiyan found that he suddenly couldn't find the anger that made him rush in that night. On the contrary, he seemed to be hit by something in the heart suddenly, and his whole body became weak and weak .

Because in his heart, he couldn't accept the reality in front of him.

Seeing Xia Wangchuan take off his clothes and glasses in front of men other than himself, Qiu Jiyan suddenly felt like he had lost something very important.

That is the confidence of a man.

He turned around in a daze, and walked back to his room a little distracted.

Under the dim light, a reflective glass cabinet by the wall came into his eyes, and he just walked over.

It is all in his collection, but it has always been just for appreciation, wine.

The clock on the wall was incomprehensible, tick-tock-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-the-time-from-ten-o-clock-to-twelve-o-clock-quickly.

To be honest, Xia Wangchuan felt a little regretful right now.

When Qiu Yuebai proposed to draw a portrait of himself, if it wasn't for the idea of ​​making someone jealous suddenly flashed in his mind, he would never have agreed to him.

But the problem is, I have been wearing panties here and let Qiu Yuebai draw for so long, why doesn't the man who can rush in in his fantasy come?

For Xia Wangchuan, how he wished that he could kick open the door of his room with anger mixed with strong jealousy, grab the quilt and cover himself, and then rush over to take his uncle's paintbrush. Breaking, kicking over the easel, tearing the painting of his body to pieces.

nothing.

It's all my own daydream!

Xia Wangchuan suddenly felt an indescribable depression welling up in his heart.

The time for this painting was indeed a bit long. Qiu Yuebai probably wanted to paint Xia Wangchuan too much, so he put in extra effort and effort. Before he knew it, the clock on the wall had already passed twelve o'clock.

No wonder, when Xia Wangchuan finally took off those exaggerated and ugly big glasses, Qiu Yuebai, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, couldn't help opening his mouth.

This masseur is really nice as expected.

Looking at Xia Wangchuan's beautiful and deep eyes on the canvas, Qiu Yuebai was lost in thought.

Suddenly there was a strange sound outside the door. It didn't seem like knocking on the door, nor did it sound like knocking on the door. It was a bit like someone rubbing against the door with their body.

Qiu Yuebai and Xia Wangchuan looked at each other, and there was a hint of doubt in their eyes at the same time.

"Who?" Qiu Yuebai asked.

The voice outside the door seemed to be a little louder, making the door louder, but no one answered.

Qiu Yuebai put down his paintbrush, hesitated for a moment, walked over and opened the door.

"Yanyan! What are you doing here? Why are you lying here!"

Amidst Qiu Yuebai's astonished cry, Xia Wangchuan suddenly jumped off the bed and rushed to the door.

Qiu Jiyan, still wearing a shirt, trousers and leather shoes, was lying in front of his door like a puddle of mud, reeking of alcohol all over his body.

His hair was messed up by himself, his face was burnt purple by alcohol, and his eyes, which were always black and white, were bloodshot.

Probably hearing Qiu Yuebai's voice, he barely raised his head from the ground, and seemed to be muttering something.

While Qiu Yuebai hastily bent down to help him, he couldn't help complaining distressedly, "Why did you drink so much wine in the middle of the night? If you drank too much, you just lay down honestly. What are you doing out there?"

Qiu Jiyan tried his best to break away from Qiu Yuebai's hand that came to support him, and pointed his right hand at his face, "What? You asked me why I came out? I'm here to catch the traitor! Catch your traitor!"