My nemesis turned on me

"Why are you always looking at me?" He Junfeng put down his pen, and looked up at Luo Xing who was sneaking at him.

Luo Xing spoke stiffly, "Who said I was looking at you?"

He Junfeng was really speechless, so he changed the phrase and said, "What's the matter?"

Luo Xing shook his head.

He Junfeng was impatient, "Say something quickly."

Luo Xing rubbed his nose, thought for a long time, and asked, "Why do you learn painting?"

He Junfeng didn't expect Luo Xing to ask these questions, so he said casually, "If you like it, learn it."

"In this world, people who engage in fine art either starve to death or die of poverty. Even if the junior student at the same school as you is engaged in comics, he is making a lot of money now, so let's not talk about him. What kind of design does our art academy do? It’s no better than ours.” Luo Xing started to talk, “It sounds good, we are all artists, what can we do after graduation? Are we really going to be an artist? The best way out is to stay in school to teach, and occasionally sell two paintings Hua, this is already serious; are you really going to die on this road?"

He Junfeng didn't listen carefully, he was drawing a picture in his hand, and only raised his head when he heard it at the end, "It's so scary, didn't you change your career?"

Luo Xing suddenly became sleepy, "I?????? I just like painting, and I haven't thought about what I want to do in the future."

"That's fine, I also like to draw." He Junfeng looked up at Luo Xing's eyes, his eyes were full of worry, he didn't know if it was real or fake.

But He Junfeng was touched a little bit, he stopped writing, "My family has a rigorous style and is in business. My family has always hoped that I can learn business management or something to help the family manage the business, but I have liked drawing since I was a child. Although the time for learning to paint is short, this is the only thing I have won by myself, and I will never give up painting."

Luo Xing nodded, seeing He Junfeng talking to him, he was a little distressed for a while, but he was also secretly happy, "My family?????? are all engaged in this business, and they will not object to my painting, so I am also No worries."

As he said that, Luo Xing smiled, "If I really starve to death after painting, it would be easy to hang a rich woman on my face, right? Anyway, I won't die of starvation??????"

He Junfeng couldn't help laughing when he heard this, his eyes were full of probing and cunning, and he just stared at Luo Xing intently.

Luo Xing was watched so that cold sweat broke out on his back, and he changed his words and said: "It's not impossible to hang a rich????? Brother Fu."

He Junfeng was really helpless, "You are quite suitable for painting, you can do whatever you want, and ordinary people can't do what you do."

Luo Xing frowned, "Why do you feel like you're not praising me?"

"Luo Xing, your brain capacity is limited, so you don't need to think about anything else, just draw your picture!"

Luo Xing was furious, swallowed his anger and lowered his head to paint.

Cannibals are soft and short.

No matter how stupid Luo Xing was, he knew that after eating the big meal He Junfeng ordered, he couldn't confront He Junfeng.

The two drew in silence for several hours.

When Luo Xing finished drawing the second picture, he couldn't help stretching.

"Exhausted." He stretched his body, then stood up and paced up and down the room.

He Junfeng looked annoyed, "Be quiet."

"It's past ten o'clock now." Luo Xing muttered, not knowing what it meant.

He Junfeng looked at the mobile phone beside him. It was indeed past ten o'clock. He raised his head and moved his neck slightly.

Luo Xing opened the small window in the living room and complained, "Hey, your house is really boring."

"The balcony is in the room, you can let the wind out by yourself!" He Junfeng found him annoying, and pointed to his bedroom.

Luo Xing ran to the bedroom, slammed the door open, then walked back to the living room and moved a chair to the balcony.

Within 3 minutes after he sat down, he shouted at the top of his voice, "He Junfeng! He Junfeng!"

He Junfeng sighed deeply, put down his pen resignedly, put away the painting, and walked slowly to the bedroom.

Luo Xing didn't turn on the light in the bedroom, and it was dark inside at this time, only a little light from the balcony came in, I don't know if it was the moonlight or the light from the street lamp.

The curtains by the window were pulled aside, and the wind blowing in made the curtains whistling.

On the balcony behind the curtain, Luo Xing was lying on a chair, looking up at the sky, motionless.

He Junfeng walked over and also looked at the sky.

The night sky in early summer is still a little gray, only a few stars are shining, and a round of crescent moon hangs shallowly in the sky, which is as boring as possible.

He Junfeng took a futon and put it on the balcony, then sat on the floor.

Luo Xing saw it, and complained: "You are so stingy, you took the carpet for yourself, and you didn't bring it for me. My back hurts from the chair."

He Junfeng snorted, "You only took one chair."

"I was thinking of you, the chair is too uncomfortable." Luo Xing stood up, and opened his short sleeves, "Look at my back, you can see that it's all red."

Luo Xing's back was indeed red, and he didn't know where he rubbed it.

Looking at it this way, Luo Xing's skin is really white. In this dark night, even if there is only a faint light, his skin is shining brightly. The red skin seems to be painted with some kind of paint, which is gorgeous and tempting.

He Junfeng saw his heart beating faster, and turned his head away, "Then you sit on the cushion."

Luo Xing laughed, raised his hands and cheered, "Ouye! He Junfeng, you are a good man."

He Junfeng stood up, blushing, "Noisy."

Luo Xing hehe, if he didn't hear it, he rolled on the ground and lay down on the balcony.

He Junfeng looked angry. Although he cleaned it every day, the balcony was not closed, and dust and leaves fell on it every day, especially now that Luo Xing was still wearing a white T, so it turned into a black T when rolled.

"Can you be more hygienic!"

Luo Xing tutted, "I abandoned hygiene in my kindergarten."

"You look very proud!" He Junfeng felt that he was running out of words.

Luo Xing laughed, "That's not true, I just want to tell you that we are artists, free and unrestrained."

He Junfeng hummed, and looked down at Luo Xing, "You are quite unrestrained."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Luo Xing immediately thought that He Junfeng had something in his words, intending to point out that he was contemptuous of him, and even kissed him in the bathroom!

Thinking of this, Luo Xing's old face turned red with embarrassment, and he slapped himself on the forehead abruptly, "I'm an idiot."

He Junfeng was taken aback by Luo Xing's sudden movement, and then he heard Luo Xing scolding himself, so he couldn't help being stunned.

"You??????? What are you doing?"

Luo Xing turned his head, "No?????? Nothing."

He Junfeng saw Luo Xinghong's purple ear tips at a glance under the half-bright moonlight, he secretly smiled and didn't speak.

Luo Xing was awkward for a while, then sneaked a glance at He Junfeng who was sitting on the chair, and saw that he closed his eyes and dozed off at some point.

In a fit of anger, Luo Xing kicked the chair leg, scaring He Junfeng and immediately opened his eyes.

Seeing that it was Luo Xing like this, he was not angry, so he calmly waited for Luo Xing to speak.

Luo Xing looked at him, and felt angry.

As for the two of them kissing each other, Luo Xing felt that the responsibility was all on him, and he took the initiative every time.

In the end, He Junfeng stopped himself, and he shamelessly brought wine to find him.

No one wants to talk about the troubles like this, but everyone is responsible.

Luo Xing felt that he was bored and flustered, it was obviously his own problem, and it was obviously his own fault, but He Junfeng didn't point it out like this, he seemed to be able to handle it with ease, Luo Xing couldn't be more angry.

But Luo Xing didn't know why he was angry, was it because He Junfeng asked him to come here just to draw?

Or was it because He Junfeng didn't move once Luo Xing didn't take the initiative?

The more Luo Xing thought about it, the more angry he became, he kicked the leg of the chair again.

He Junfeng was also agitated by his meddling appearance, and the agitation that had been suppressed just now quietly resurfaced.

He stared blankly at Luo Xing's flushed cheeks and affectionate eyes.

Luo Xing saw that he was motionless again, and was about to kick him again.

Unexpectedly, He Junfeng suddenly leaned forward, held Luo Xing's side face, and grabbed his lips fiercely.

He Junfeng's breath is rough and strong, he looks indifferent, but deep down he is so warm, once or twice is fine, but every time he kisses Luo Xing, Luo Xing can feel his emotions so strong that they are about to explode.

He seemed to be venting something, but also seemed to be holding back something, making Luo Xing unconsciously follow his footsteps.

Seeing that Luo Xing was in a daze again, He Junfeng bit Luo Xing's lip lightly. Luo Xing felt the pain, backed away slightly, and looked at He Junfeng full of grievances.

"Why are you biting?"

He Junfeng looked at Luo Xing's face close at hand, and his breath became short of breath. He couldn't help squeezing Luo Xing's hand. For a person like Luo Xing, he never thought that there would be such a longing moment, but It just happened like this, and I ignored my reason and entangled with Luo Xing for so long.

If this is wrong, why is there such a full and warm feeling in my heart?

He Junfeng smiled, "You are in a daze, if you want to do it, do it well and learn the movements I have done."

After finishing speaking, He Junfeng kissed him again, although this time it was much softer, but still fierce and domineering.

Luo Xing obediently followed He Junfeng's words, imitating He Junfeng's movements jerky, almost melting with He Junfeng.

He Junfeng hugged Luo Xing tightly. At this moment, he felt that he embraced the whole world in his arms, like a drowning person who found driftwood and floated in the water, but the water was hot scary.

Under He Junfeng's kiss, Luo Xing was powerless to fight back, his hands and feet went limp and his head was numb from the kiss, but at this stall, Luo Xing suddenly had a question.

Why is He Junfeng's kissing skills so good?