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tattoo?

Ji Yang's body stiffened, although his eyes were still staring blankly at the butterfly in his hand, his thoughts had already flown to Jing Muye.

He has tattoos on his body, but how could Jing Muye know?

Especially... the tattoo pattern is very similar to the specimen in front of him, how dare he let Jing Muye see it?

The distance between the bodies was too close, and the young man's breath was hot, scraping and brushing the back of his neck.

The deep and extremely magnetic voice rang in my ears again: "Ji Yang?"

The teenager shuddered reflexively.

Although there was only a slight curvature, it was enough to please Jing Muye. He watched the peach-like pink gradually spread over Ji Yang's fair neck. Under the extremely attractive color scheme, there was the sound of Ji Yang's gradually elongated breathing.

Ji Yang turned his head stiffly.

Both of them were kneeling on the carpet. At this moment, due to Jing Muye's approach, Ji Yang had no choice but to be shackled in the triangle between the edge of the bed and the edge of the table. The whole person was suppressed by Jing Muye in the small space, say something This is not too much of a wall.

However, Ji Yang, who was extremely nervous, didn't notice this. He looked up and saw Jing Muye's smile, which was casual and a bit flamboyant, and a pair of deep eyes were staring at him intently, stubbornly waiting for an answer.

"Brother Wild...Brother Wild."

He licked his lips and tried his best to find the right words: "I, the location of my tattoo is inconvenient—"

Jing Muye chuckled lightly: "They're all men, what's the inconvenience?"

Ji Yang was a little embarrassed.

He said "I, I", before he could decide what to say next, he saw Jing Muye showed a look of regret, and said in a light tone: "Ah... If you really don't want to, then forget it."

Ji Yang immediately became anxious: "I didn't want to!"

Jing Muye stepped back slightly, with an expression of "Although I really want to watch it, but you really don't want to, I won't watch it": "It's okay, you don't have to force it."

"No, really not!"

Seeing Jing Muye's expression, Ji Yang's head became hot, and he stammered, "If Brother Ye wants to see...then...then show Brother Ye a little bit."

Jing Muye immediately leaned over, "Just take a look?"

"Ah? Then...then... Brother Ye, just take a look!"

After all the words were spoken, Ji Yang's heart broke, and he agreed casually.

Just thinking of the location of the tattoo, Ji Yang lowered his head, shame has plundered all his senses.

Trembling, he went to untie his belt, not forgetting to patch it up: "It was ... a tattoo a long time ago, maybe, maybe it's not very good-looking."

Jing Muye narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the young man shaking his body and turning his back towards him.

The black hair that has not been wiped dry is still dripping water, dripping on the back of the boy's white neck, the crystal drops of water meandering all the way down, sinking into the thin fabric of the T-shirt, accumulating, turning the white fabric It was blurred into a transparent color, and it was tightly attached to the young man's thin back.

A pair of slender and slender hands trembled and slowly rolled up the hem of the cotton material. The rosy white skin was still dripping with water, and as the clothes were lifted up, the extremely gorgeous tattoo color was gradually revealed.

The half-expanded butterfly wings protrude from the waistband, and the gradient blue-purple smudges like ink. It doesn't glow like the real goddess butterfly wings, but it just fits the texture of the skin and has its own bleak beauty.

Same as the specimen, at the same position, a white light band extends from the head to the tail of the wings, just looking at it statically like this, it is unbelievably beautiful.

Jing Muye's breathing became heavy instantly.

When he was a teenager, he was obsessed with butterfly specimens for a long time. When these beautiful creatures that were originally on the verge of extinction were quietly engraved in the container, the life that had withered and withered bloomed again, and the beauty no longer decayed. Turn a moment into an eternity.

And he loved this eternity that could be preserved.

Just like now, the butterfly, the goddess of light, is melted into the texture of the paint, and life continues on the young man in another form... He loves the combination of the butterfly and the young man to death.

Jing Muye's Adam's apple rolled, and after a few breaths, he couldn't control it, and stretched out his finger to touch the tattoo.

At the same time, Ji Yang shook uncontrollably and violently.

With the contraction of the body's skin, the butterfly wings that had been quietly dormant at the tailbone seemed to have vitality, but only a slight extension, which was so beautiful that it was terribly seductive.

"Brother Wild... Brother Wild?"

The fingertips walk on the skin, and the faint touch and heat awaken the deepest desire in the heart.

Ji Yang pursed his lips tightly, trying to control his reaction.

But no, as soon as he thinks that the person kneeling behind him is Jing Muye, and the person touching his tattoo is Jing Muye, the sympathetic nerves are excited uncontrollably, hot blood rushes to the limbs and bones, and dopamine is crazily secreted. Quietly lowered his body down, trying to cover up his crime.

In the extremely quiet space, the sound of breathing became clearly audible.

The boy's movements raised his tailbone even higher.

Jing Muye's fingers slowly stroked the tattoo, reaching the edge of the trouser waist.

The young man's voice was extremely hoarse, "The tattoos are beautiful."

As he spoke, he tentatively put his fingers into the gap and opened the waistband of his trousers.

Ji Yang's waist is extremely thin.

He had untied the elastic band of the old man's trousers before, so Jing Muye just hooked it lightly, and the overly loose trousers were pushed away a little, and more details of the tattoo were revealed. Jing Muye lowered his eyes and pressed his fingers from the butterfly body To the tail end of the wings, finally slide down, and press the hot tail of the butterfly body.

That's it.

The warm fingertips seemed to carry an electric current, pressing into the depression of the tailbone.

Ji Yang couldn't help but blushed.

He said in a very low voice: "Look... have you finished reading it?"

With just a slight glance, Jing Muye could tell the boy's current state.

Under the premise that everything is unclear now, he didn't want to tease people too much. Although he was unwilling, he still stopped in time.

The creamy skin still remained on his fingertips. He rubbed his fingers, fixed his eyes on the fluttering butterfly wings, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where did your tattoo... come from?"

At this moment, Ji Yang's mind is full of the things he did in his previous dreams.

Frustrated like this in front of the person he likes, he hardly dared to look up, buried his whole face on the edge of the bed, and made up an excuse: "It was before... I picked up a painting randomly on the road before, and felt that the butterfly on the painting Looks good, I'm going to get a tattoo."

Actually not.

When he was a student, he used to sit under the scorching sun, hiding behind an old tree outside the studio, obsessively watching Jing Muye draw, and he sat for a whole noon.

Later, when Jing Muye finished painting and did not take it away, a completed drawing was clamped on the board and was blown by the wind. The butterfly on it seemed to have life and flew into Ji Yang's heart.

Ji Yang doesn't understand butterflies, nor do they know the types.

He just felt good-looking purely and instinctively, and he took care of it for a long time.

He was afraid that the fallen painting would be taken away by others, so he stared at it for several days.

But at that time, Jing Muye went to participate in the competition on behalf of the school, and he didn't come back for a whole week. There were students coming and going to the studio, and there were too many people.

-lie.

Almost the moment Ji Yang finished explaining, Jing Muye knew that the other party was not telling the truth.

Perhaps the young man has forgotten that the butterfly tattooed on the tailbone is exactly the same as the specimen he brought from the old house in every detail. The goddess of light butterflies are now rare and rarely come out, and each has its own unique characteristics. How could Ji Yang randomly pick up a drawing that was exactly the same as his specimen?

Even if what Ji Yang said is true, the drawing...

Some long-faded images flashed through my mind.

Jing Muye suddenly remembered that when he was obsessed with specimens, he once taught himself to draw, trying to use another way to describe the beauty of butterfly creatures.

And this pair of specimens that he bought at a high price seems to have indeed been painted by him.

So……

Jing Muye raised his lips and tidied up the young man's clothes slowly. During his movements, he accidentally touched the young man's alluring waist. He could feel the heat of Ji Yang's skin through layers of fabric.

He laughed: "Oh... that's really a coincidence."

Ji Yang was confused all night because of this.

When he struggled to get up from the bed the next day, the sheets had been ripped out of shape.

Sunshine came in through the gaps in the curtains, dispelling the emotions of the night, Ji Yang guiltily changed all the sheets and quilts, and threw them into the washing machine to destroy the corpse as soon as possible.

It's hard to take care of everything.

As soon as he went out, he met Jing Muye next door.

The young man also seemed to have just woken up, with a tired face, he raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, and smiled when he saw him: "Morning."

"……morning."

Ji Yang lowered his head and fled in despair.

Wen Zhili lived diagonally across from Jing Muye, and happened to see this scene from inside the door.

The beautiful and immature child bowed his head and ran away as soon as he saw Jing Muye... He looked at Jing Muye suspiciously: "What did you do to the child?"

Jing Muye stretched, and looked back at Wen Zhili: "What can I do to him?"

Wen Zhili glanced at Jing Muye suspiciously, finally closed the door, walked out together with the others, and said worriedly: "Muye, you seem to have put him on the trending list again last night."

It was a hot search last night, and he got up this morning to take a look, and it was still hanging on his tail.

Jing Muye didn't pay much attention, "That's not very good, give him more fans now, and the public opinion may be better later."

—Of course, certainly not too good.But he thought he hadn't been afraid of anything, Ji Yang had already joined TP, so he had already made all kinds of preparations.

Cao Yan just came up from the stairs at this time, and when he heard Jing Muye say this, he immediately felt a pain in his heart.

Jing Muye also informed him in advance of the live broadcast last night. He did not agree at the time, but Jing Muye said that anyway, the news of TP's new recruitment has already spread, and it is a firm fact. It is better to take advantage of the fact that the public has a good impression of Ji Yang. Timing, first let him brush up his skills in front of everyone, so as to have a good preconceived impression.

He couldn't tell Jing Muye at the time, so he agreed with a flick of his brain, and now he regrets it.

He underestimated Jing Muye's traffic.

Also underestimated Ji Yang.

Thinking of this, Cao Yan wished to slap himself twice last night.

With a stinky face, he stood at the stairs, blocking the way of Jing and Wen, and said expressionlessly: "There is some bad news."

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