Freehand painting scroll - light network matching

Obviously, Ling Han wasn't ready to accept his answer, because he really didn't look like he was in a state of "nothing": "Lu Ming?"

The fabric of Ling Han's riding suit was directly attached to Lu Ming's bare upper body, and the slight friction of the fabric was transmitted to him very clearly, and Lu Ming's cheeks were dyed red because of the touch on the sensitive part of his chest: " Ling Han, stop making trouble."

"Tell me, what are you thinking." Ling Han was unmoved.

Lu Ming was about to struggle, but Ling Han grabbed his wrist and pinned him to the locker. Considering that this is a public place after all, he was as calm as him, so he couldn't help being a little nervous: "I just thought of a little boy, I should be the one to go Someone I knew before in France, I just can't remember who he is."

"Why did you suddenly think of it?" Ling Han didn't expect him to give such an answer, and the hand that was holding Lu Ming loosened slightly.

Lu Ming quickly withdrew his hand and pressed it against Ling Han's chest, avoiding the seemingly invisible touch: "It was when you grabbed Zhang Yi's rein that you suddenly remembered."

Ling Han's lacquered pupils were even darker, and he suddenly leaned over and took a gentle bite on Lu Ming's collarbone. Lu Ming was about to protest, but found that his lips and tongue fell to his chest, and after a light kiss, , then stepped back, "Think about who he is."

Lu Ming did not expect that Ling Han would suddenly make such an intimate move. Fortunately, the whole dressing room was very quiet, no one else was around, and after a brief kiss, he did not push further, but distanced himself from him, despite the fact that his gaze was as substantial as it was. Still falling on myself, but it's much better than direct contact.Clearing his throat, Lu Ming said, "You... change your clothes first." Changing the subject abruptly, he quickly put on his shirt, and stepped back to change his pants.

The two finally changed their clothes in peace. When they came out of the dressing room, Zhang Yi was already waiting for them on the battery car. Ling Han pulled Lu Ming into the car and returned to the villa.

Obviously, after what happened in the locker room, Lu Ming has no intention of eating for the time being, and neither does Ling Han.The only one, Zhang Yi, who was frightened and nervous all morning because of riding a horse, only felt hungry, but the other two had no such plan, so he could only take a ride to the main building for dinner in desperation.

After Ling Han and Lu Ming returned to the room, they fell into a moment of silence. Lu Ming was not angry with Ling Han's behavior just now, but he couldn't help but mind what he said: "Ling Han, we knew each other before." Although it is a question sentence, the tone is very certain.

Ling Han's expression remained unchanged, but he finally answered the question: "Yes."

Lu Ming's eyes fell directly on Ling Han's body, and he used his eyes to outline Ling Han's appearance when he was a child. The face may not be so sharp and sharp, but it will have a childish curvature. The eyes should still be clear and deep!While thinking this way, gradually Ling Han's face overlapped with a certain face in his memory, a face that he should be very familiar with, but he had never seen again.His first portrait, that boy... Thinking about it at this moment, he looks very similar to Ling Han: "You are... him?" The memories that faded and faded over time suddenly flooded into Lu Ming's heart, It's him?That... the kid next door that I met when I was young?The boy who was obviously younger than him, but when he hid under the big tree in the garden and cried, he pulled himself up?The boy who would take the initiative to come to play with him and teach him how to climb trees?That boy who obviously fell and injured himself, but comforted him instead?So the boy in memory is not Han Han, but Ling Han? "Are you cold?"

Because of these four words, Ling Han's eyes lit up confusingly: "You finally remembered?"

Lu Ming nodded: "Although I don't know why I forgot, but I remember now."

"You haven't forgotten me." Ling Han pulled Lu Ming into his arms, "The first time you drew a figure, you drew me. So, in fact, you never forgot me." Thinking of the painting Lu Ming brought with him, Ling Han finds portraits with special meaning very ironic.Although Lu Ming failed to recognize himself early on, but when he saw the painting for the first time, he discovered that the boy in the painting was himself.Especially when he heard that this was Lu Ming's first official portrait painting, the joy in Ling Han's heart became even more vivid.

Lu Ming was touched by this sentence, and raised his head to look at Ling Han: "You are right, I may never have forgotten it." So when Chen Yu heard about it, he would be particularly fond of the stern "Zero Degree"; So when I first met Ling Han, I was willing to let him come in and out of my dormitory; so I never rejected Ling Han's intimacy with him.

"Ling Han, thank you for never forgetting me." Lu Ming took the initiative to kiss Ling Han for the first time, and Ling Han immediately turned his back on the guest, completely attacking the city with his lips.

"I said you two..." Zhang Yi, who came back from the meal, thought that Ling Han and the others should have finished their conversation. Without thinking too much, he opened the door and went in to find someone, but he saw the two sitting by the bed and kissing each other. At that moment, he petrified instantly, "I didn't see anything." After saying that, he ran away.