After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

"How can you be so perfect, your body really fits my soul."

The elongated ending was inexplicably tinged with a sense of satisfaction, echoing in the bathroom, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

The water on Song Xingli's cheeks let it slip and wet his clothes without any scruples. He looked at the long-haired man standing behind him in the mirror. He had seen good-looking men before, but it was the first time he saw such a long-haired man behind him. type.

The long hair is beautiful, the temperament is very gentle, but very evil.

The collision of contradiction and fit makes this beauty look extra attractive on long-haired men.

"Sir, aren't you a bit abrupt?" He tore off the tissue beside him and wiped the water off his face, with a calm tone.

The long-haired man let go of his hand with a smile. He leaned against the side of the sink, propping the table with one hand, with his long legs crossed in a comfortable posture, as if he was going to strike up a conversation in the bathroom to the end. Looking at his face and hands, this movement seemed to hit his aesthetics. In his eyes, all the movements made by the beautiful young man slowed down in his mind.

Need to slowly aftertaste frame by frame.

Just like a beautiful work of art, it takes time to appreciate it to appreciate its beauty.

He thought that he had pursued so many beautiful women's bodies, and thought that women's body paintings were the most artistic and beautiful paintings in the world, but today he discovered that there are men who can touch his most sensitive position.

It was so easy for him to lose his sense of proportion.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere, otherwise why would I think you are so familiar?"

Song Xingli listened to the bad conversation, and had a judgment on the long-haired man behind him. He was undoubtedly a libertine, and wanted to come to the art museum to dabble.

Throwing the tissue into the trash can, looking up at the long-haired man, he smiled lightly and said, "Sir, you have taken all the physical and verbal indecentness, you are already an adult, please respect yourself."

After finishing speaking, the curvature of his lips was restored to indifference, and he wanted to walk out of the bathroom.

Just as he took a step, his wrist was grabbed, and he frowned at the long-haired man.

"I probably know why I think you are very familiar. I probably saw you in a dream. Otherwise, why do I feel that this scene is so familiar, as if it happened before." The long-haired man relentlessly wanted to leave the beautiful woman in front of him The young man said words of praise without hesitation: "I have no malice, I am just stunned by your beauty, I am sorry if my actions bother you."

Song Xingli: "..." For a moment, he didn't know how to refute, and wanted to shake off the long-haired man's hand.

"Is it convenient for us to leave a contact information?"

"inconvenient."

When the long-haired man saw the beauty in front of him rejecting him so coldly and arrogantly, he felt even more itchy. He hadn't found a suitable model after so long. How could he let him go just like that? up.

"My name is Min An, and I am a painter. I think you are beautiful and want to paint for you. I really don't have any malice."

Song Xingli paused, turned to look at the long-haired man: "Are you Min An?"

There is no doubt that it is the artist at the body painting exhibition outside.

It turned out to be this rascal-like man in front of him?

Looking suspiciously at the man in front of him.

Min An was a little happy to see that the beauty was willing to look at him. He let go of his hand: "Well, do you know me?"

Song Xingli laughed speechlessly, the artist who painted the female body outside turned out to be this prodigal man in front of him, which made him wonder whether he should give Luo Qing's paintings to such a person.

"Since you already know me, I want to know you too." Min An couldn't wait, he naturally wanted to meet the beauty in front of him, and he would not let go of this opportunity so that he could spend his free time as soon as possible of.

Finally, the inspiration came, and this time I couldn't let go of whatever I said.

"Why do you want to know me?" Song Xingli asked back, he couldn't be another man who fell in love with him at first sight, could he?

"I want to draw you."

Song Xingli: "..." Very well, he is just pretending to be sentimental. Some painters think differently from normal people. It seems that it is just an occupational disease to mention his height, legs, length and waistline.

Although he wanted to ask Min An to deal with Luo Qing's painting, why does he feel a little uncomfortable now?

"Because I think you are beautiful, more beautiful than those women I know, you see you have a height of 178, but your legs and waist are very, very perfect, if you can draw me, I will definitely draw You draw very beautifully."

Song Xingli looked at Min An with a little excitement, as if he had agreed: "Doesn't drawing a human body mean taking off your clothes?"

Min An nodded seriously: "Of course I have to take it off, □□."

Song Xingli felt a little itchy when he heard Min An's normal tone. Where did this body artist feel confident that he would paint for him? He smiled but said, "Then why should I paint for you?"

Min An was a little sad by his rejection: "No, I'm not unpaid, I can give you a very rich reward." This is a model that fits his soul, how could he let it go after he got it: "I usually I will give the model a price of 1000 yuan a day, if it is you, I can pay a higher price."

Song Xingli refused decisively: "I'm not short of money, I'm very busy."

It seems that this Min An is not necessary. There are so many excellent painters who can be found, but it is not necessarily necessary to have this Min An. It always feels like a god.

I'm going to leave after talking.

Just as he took a step, he was grabbed by Min An behind him. This time it was even more extreme, and he was dragged directly into the cubicle.

The door closed with a 'click'.

Song Xingli was hit by Min An's arms on the back of the door, and was caught off guard by Min An's appearance.

The too narrow space makes the dangerous and ambiguous atmosphere wanton.

The next second—

"Please, please, just draw me once." Min An saw that after locking the door, he put away the hands of the beauty, and then clasped his hands together, begging and begging, "You are really the first girl I have ever seen. Once I had such an urge to draw a picture for a man, you are so beautiful, I have never seen a man as good-looking as you, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking everywhere, so Don't you want to leave a most beautiful portrait of yourself?"

The words of Min An's sincere confession echoed in the cubicle. It really sounded like the persistence of a painter when he pursued art, and it was hard to refute.

Song Xingli wondered if he had the physique to provoke strange monsters, why every man who approached him was somewhat inexplicable, and would always catch him off guard. He looked at the long-haired Min An who was close at hand. A man who looks like a libertine, but now just want to draw his body and block him in the toilet, looking forward to please him.

I'm really speechless.

But somehow it was funny.

Just don't like him.

"I only draw the back view. You don't have to worry about the sensitive parts being exposed. As long as you are willing to paint it for me, I can spend as much as you want." Min An felt a little anxious when he saw the beauty still not talking. He really didn't want to miss such a beautiful woman. A suitable model for him to paint, and he is already eager to draw: "Why don't you give me a condition, I can do whatever you want."

"Do you think this place is like a place for conversation?" Song Xingli said.

Min An: "...I'm not afraid of you running away, just in case, lock it up first."

"So are you a pervert?" Song Xingli continued to ask.

Min An showed an innocent expression, and his long hair and shawls showed this innocent and wronged look, as if he was the one who was bullied and blocked in the toilet.

"I'm really not a pervert, it's because you are so pretty, people like beautiful things, I especially like to find beautiful models for painting, so I can't help but be attracted to you."

Song Xingli looked at him faintly: "In the end, is it still my fault?"

Who knew that I could meet such a painter after washing my face.

Min An's fingertips were so touched by the beauty in front of him that every frown and smile made his fingertips tingle. He also knew that he was a little reckless, so he held back his hands and put them behind his back:

"Are you free tonight? I'll give you [-] packs a night, can you let me draw?"

I think of him as a dignified Min An, and he is also a person of dignity when he speaks out. I think that the models that were sent out at that time were all voluntary models who lined up to come to his door to choose him. wallet man.

Although it is not his style of doing things, but for the beauty, it seems that this little money is nothing.

Song Xingli was a little surprised when he heard '[-]': "Are you all so generous in your paintings?"

People who don't know think it's a deal, [-] a night, it's not cheap.

"[-] yuan for a beauty for one night is nothing. We can still cooperate for a long time. I believe our cooperation will be very pleasant. What do you think?" Min An raised his hands to support the sides of Song Xingli's cheeks, his brown pupils reflected in front of him The beautiful woman's hair and cheeks are slightly wet.

He thought, just out of the bath, the white back was covered with water droplets, the water droplets slipped from the curve of the beautiful back, and finally sank into the hollow in the middle, isn't that beautiful.

It must be beautiful, and he loves to work on the details.

Body art that penetrates into the bone is the most beautiful art of the human body.

Sometimes in the pursuit of art, blocking people in the toilet is nothing.

After all, he has done crazier things.

It's just that it's been a long time since he met someone who gave him an idea and made him do crazy things. If he doesn't, he has to pursue it.

Song Xingli looked at Shang Min An's excited eyes, and there was no desire in his mind, only the seriousness of wanting to paint him, the pure pursuit of art, without any distracting thoughts.

"I can promise you, but can you do me a favor?"

When Min An heard that the beauty was willing to draw his sides, he clenched his fists violently, and said 'yes' to himself secretly, holding back the exaggerated smile on his lips, he put down his hands and turned to his side, bending slightly He raised his hand to open the toilet door for Song Xingli.

"That must be possible."

"Give me your phone."

The two walked out of the cubicle. Fortunately, there was no one in the art gallery at night, and the bathroom was also empty. Otherwise, they would definitely be misunderstood. The two of them came out of the same cubicle.

Min An quickly took out his mobile phone and handed it to Song Xingli.

"This is my phone number, I will call you tomorrow." Song Xingli entered his phone number in Min An's phone, and then handed the phone back.

Min An took back his mobile phone. He looked at the three words 'Song Xingli' in the address book, and the smile on his lips deepened. He lowered his head and smiled, with his long hair hanging down, extremely gentle.

Song Xingli: "..." The appearance of this long-haired man is really foul.

"You are the first person to arrange my time like this." Min An dialed the number, and when he heard Song Xingli's cell phone rang, he knew he hadn't lied to himself. After hanging up the phone, there was no one leaning against the door. , folded his arms with great interest and continued: "But for the sake of your good looks, I allow you to arrange me like this."

Song Xingli's expression was a little subtle when he heard his second-year speech, and suddenly felt that it was not very reliable to hand over the painting to Min An.

He gave a soft 'um' and wanted to leave the bathroom.

"and many more."

He squatted down and turned sideways to look at Min An, only to see Min An approaching suddenly, his body leaning back slightly to distance himself from Min An.

But still not as fast as Min An's hand.

This hand caressed his cheek, and the slightly rough hand made his face a little uncomfortable. He turned his face away and gave Min An an unhappy look: "Can you talk nicely?"

Min An felt like his bones were crumbling after being stared at by Song Xingli. Sure enough, a beauty is a beauty, and she is so pleasing to the eye when she is fierce. He smiled disapprovingly, and used his fingers to wipe away the paper that was stuck on Song Xingli's hair on his forehead. crumbs.

Then he took it off and handed it to Song Xingli.

"There are only tissues."

Song Xingli: "..." The staring eyes were withdrawn silently, pretending to be nonchalant: "Thank you."

"Then what time do we meet tomorrow? Do I need to prepare something you like? I can prepare any snacks and drinks you like in advance. Oh yes, I hope you can dress looser if you can." Min Anchui Mou looked at Song Xingli and said with a gentle smile, those peach blossom eyes are really too sentimental, and when he speaks, he is full of emotion, which makes it hard to tell whether it is true or false.

"What are you wearing loose clothes for?"

"Wearing loose clothes is naturally easy to take off."

Song Xingli: "..." Can this person speak well? I think it's really a bit unreliable: "Understood, I will call you tomorrow."

"Then I look forward to your arrival tomorrow from the moment we parted."

Song Xingli looked at Min An's amorous brown eyes, he was really a seductive painter.

It's okay to look evil.

return……

Interesting.

"it is good."

Although this is just a very common sentence, it is also a response.

A tall figure suddenly stopped at the door of the bathroom, and the corner of the black clothes flashed past. It was Shi Jin who came to look for Song Xingli. He happened to hear the conversation from what time tomorrow until the end of the conversation. Such a conversation is really too ambiguous.

Sure enough, Shi Jin outside the door looked extremely gloomy, and he only made a phone call, why is there another man beside Song Xingli?