After becoming the personal model of the boss

Chi Wen didn't continue this inexplicable topic, and instead asked Zhou Shangan, "Do you want to eat snacks? The special products I brought back from Yunnan are delicious..."

"Ah?" Zhou Shang'an didn't react, Chi Min grabbed his arm and pulled him into the studio.

The room is full of various canvas paints, which is not spacious enough, and there is an extra large suitcase at this moment.

There were also two duffel bags on the sofa.

Zhou Shang'an glanced at the luggage on the ground, and then at Chi Wen.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Chi Wen opened the luggage bag and explained: "I just came back, and I have no place to live, so I put my things here first."

Chi Wen took out specialties, big and small, from her bag, and she was very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that Zhou Shangan couldn't hold back.

The two chatted while eating, and Chi Wen's temperament was also similar to her appearance, just like a boy, bold and straightforward.

After chatting for a long time, Zhou Shang'an also gradually chatted.

However, two days later, when Zhou Shangan came to He Xiancheng's house again, Chi Wen was still there.

There was even a rollaway bed in the living room.

Zhou Shang'an opened his eyes slightly, looking at the folding bed.

Chi Wen sat on the chair, with her feet on the bench in front of her, her arms on the back of the chair, her posture was slack. She peeled the peanuts and explained: "I forgot to put them away in the morning. Anyway, I'm going to sleep at night, so I'm too lazy to clean them up."

Chi Wen made sense.

Then He Xiansheng must have agreed.

Zhou Shang'an seemed to have drunk sour juice.

He has never slept so many nights at He Xiancheng's house...

He Xiancheng came out of the studio, saw Zhou Shang'an standing at the door staring at the folding bed in a daze, and said, "Here you are?"

Zhou Shangan heard the words, looked up at He Xiancheng, and nodded.

He bypassed the folding bed and walked towards He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng touched his head, rubbed it again, "Is there a lot of homework today?"

Feeling the gentle force on the top of his head, Zhou Shang'an felt better.

The corners of Zhou Shang'an's mouth raised, revealing two lovely dimples. He looked up at He Xiancheng and shook his head, "Not much, I can finish writing in a while."

He Xiancheng nodded, patted his shoulder, looked towards the studio, and said, "Go, write the homework first."

Zhou Shangan agreed with a smile.

He walked into the study and heard Chi Wen say behind him: "Brother Sheng, the peanuts are ready."

Zhou Shangan looked sideways.

He Xiancheng took the bowl from Chi Min's hand, smiled, "Thank you."

Chi Wen patted the residue on her hands, and said with a smile, "What's the matter? Just let me stay a few more nights."

Chi Wen laughed out loud.

He Xiancheng smiled, turned around and walked towards the kitchen without saying a word.

Chi Wen followed behind He Xiancheng, chatting with him with a smile.

Zhou Shangan knew that Chi Wen and He Xiansheng were friends who had known each other for many years.

He stood at the door of the painting room and looked towards the kitchen.

He Xiancheng was cooking, and Chi Wen helped him.

After watching for a long time, Zhou Shang'an turned around and walked into the room.

After dinner, Chi Wen was washing the dishes.

Zhou Shang'an and He Xiancheng entered the studio.

Since he worked as a nude model at He Xiancheng's place, he has only painted one painting.

The first one was not really nude, he was still wearing a bathrobe, half covered.

The second one is completely naked.

It's just that this painting has been drawn intermittently for a long time, and it hasn't ended.

Recently, it has been delayed due to various things.

He Xiancheng put the easel down, punched Zhou An, who was lying in front of the sofa, and raised his chin.

"Take it off."

Zhou Shang'an clenched the corners of his clothes with his fingertips, and looked at the door of the studio uneasily.

He Xiansheng said: "Don't worry, I locked it."

Only then did Zhou Shang'an nod his head, looked at He Xiancheng, and whispered "Mmm".

He seemed to have returned to the scene when he undressed in front of He Xiancheng for the first time.

In fact, no matter how many times it has passed, as long as the person in front of him is He Xiancheng, Zhou Shang'an will blush and his heart will beat.

Not to mention that now he has other thoughts about He Xiancheng.

After taking off his clothes, Zhou Shang'an's face was already red to the base of his neck, and even the tips of his ears were slightly blush.

Zhou Shangan stared at his toes and said awkwardly, "Brother..."

He Xian looked up at him, "Huh?"

Zhou Shangan looked sideways at the sofa, "I...I...have I started now?"

He Xiancheng laughed, "What else? Should we chat first?"

Zhou Shang'an was ashamed, stopped talking, turned and walked towards the sofa.

It's been so long since he posed, he has forgotten what pose he was in before.

Sitting on the sofa last week, trying to remember.

His mind is full of He Xiancheng looking at him, looking at him, looking at him...

The more he didn't want to care about He Xiancheng's gaze, the more he couldn't help thinking about it.

Zhou Shangan suddenly felt a little hot.

He Xiancheng's eyes probably walked across his body like hot palms.

Zhou Shang'an couldn't help but look up at He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng was staring at him.

Zhou Shang'an's muscles tensed up, and he looked straight at He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Shangan blushed and shook his head.

After a while, he still gave up resisting, Zhou Shangan lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice: "Brother, I... I forgot the posture last time..."

He Xiancheng heard the words, got up and walked towards him.

Zhou Shangan was afraid of this scene.

Anticipation and genuine panic.

As expected, He Xiancheng put his hands on his knees and adjusted his posture.

Maybe it was because Zhou Shangan's body temperature rose too much, and He Xiancheng's hand on him felt a little cold.

He Xiancheng's hands touched his knees, exerted some strength to support his legs to open outwards, and then slid along his thighs to his side.

Zhou Shangan trembled uncontrollably.

The place He Xiancheng touched was itchy and cold.

Zhou Shang'an lowered his head, closed his eyelids slightly, and bit his lip.

Zhou Shang'an was restless, even faintly afraid that he would have a useless physiological reaction because He Xiancheng just touched his thigh.

His lifeblood was suddenly seized.

It's still slightly cool to the touch.

Zhou Shangan was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head to look at He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng's expression was as calm as ever, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he watched Zhou Shang'an's lower body.

His eyes widened, shocked and unbelievable, his breathing was stagnant.

Shocked, he didn't know what to say, and then, he felt his lower body being gently grasped and changed direction.

He Xiancheng changed Xiao Shangan from the position close to the inside of the right leg to the position close to the left leg, and then let go.

The whole process lasted less than five seconds, but Zhou Shangan felt like a century had passed.

He opened his mouth slightly, looking at He Xiancheng in a daze.

He Xiancheng also opened his other leg to the outside.

After the adjustment, He Xiancheng looked at Zhou Shang'an.

Zhou Shangan looked at him without blinking.

He Xiancheng patted Zhou Shangan's cheek, and said in a deep voice: "The expression is too stiff, relax."

As if Zhou Shang'an just came back to his senses, he looked down, and He Xiancheng's hand had already been let go.

When Zhou Shangan looked up again, his eyes became aggrieved.

His eyes were moist, he looked at He Xiancheng, and said weakly: "Brother..."

"You...how do you..." Zhou Shangan's cheeks flushed.