docile pet

The author has something to say: It is said that the black skin is actually not very dark, but the skin is darker, you can refer to the black skin handsome guy in the Korean manga~~~~

It was another peaceful night, and Fang Mian was drawing at the table. He had been sitting there for almost two hours since he finished dinner.

"Fang Mian, what are you painting?"

Fang Mian pushed Fang Pei's head away: "It's nothing, you go and play by yourself."

"It's me." Fang Pei put his head in front of Fang Mian again, his cheeks pressed against him, staring at Fang Mian's computer screen curiously.

Fang Mian minimized the drawing software guiltily, revealing the computer screen saver with Pei Pei's beautiful photos: "No. Are the newly bought clothes comfortable to wear?"

Today, the clothes that Fang Mian bought for Fang Pei from the Internet arrived. Let Fang Pei try them on. In fact, the clothes and pants are fine, just buy them when they are older. Fang Mian is more worried about underwear.Because Fang Mian's size was too small before, I couldn't lend it to Fang Pei to wear. As a result, Fang Pei often hung up when he became a human. Even if it doesn't look obvious from the outside, it must be uncomfortable to wear, but Fang Pei's size...

Following Fang Mian's gaze, Fang Pei lowered his head and looked down, then looked up at Fang Mian, his amber eyes were as clear as a piece of crystal: "Want to see?" He said as he was about to take off his pants.

"No! Just tell me how you feel. The size... is the size. What's the size of the pants? Which one is the most suitable for you?"

Fang Pei's size was compared by Fang Mian based on the pictures he accidentally saw a few days ago. Just in case, he bought three sizes of the same underwear.

Fang Pei showed the box to Fang Mian, Fang Mian glanced at it, and sure enough, the large size was the most suitable.Fang Mian's masculine self-esteem couldn't help being a little hurt.

Fang Mian plans to keep the remaining two smaller sizes to make do with.He packed up the clothes that Fang Pei tried on, and when he turned around, he found Fang Pei squatting on the armchair, manipulating the mouse and clicking on the drawing software.

A portrait of a man's profile popped out immediately, with brown skin, light-colored eyes, short messy curly hair, and a canine tooth looming at the corner of his mouth.

"Fang Pei! Who agreed for you to watch it?"

Fang Mian's cheeks immediately raised two red clouds, even though he successfully snatched the mouse and minimized the page, Fang Pei had already seen it all.

Fang Pei's eyes widened and he gasped. Not only did Fang Mian's reprimand not have any deterrent effect, but it made him jump in front of Fang Mian even more excitedly, stretched out his arms and hugged Fang Mian tightly, and kept rubbing his head on his shoulder.

Fang Mian managed to break free from Fang Pei's arms, and poked his nose to turn him into a dog again: "Do you want to suffocate me? I have told you many times not to hug me casually. Also, messing with other people's things is No, at least you have to get other people's consent first, you know?"

"Aww." Pei Pei stared at Fang Mian with bright eyes, and double shadows appeared on his tail, it seemed that he didn't understand at all.

Fang Mian sighed and wanted to explain something to Fang Pei, but felt that he must not understand, so he had to give up.

He was indeed painting Fang Pei, not out of any other intentions, but simply to vent his pressure.His pet dog turned out to be a monster, and there were more doubts about him than Fang Mian's bank card balance. These things seemed to be weighed down on Fang Mian's head, and it would take a heavy rain to relieve him, but Fang Mian had no one to help him. The friend who confides, after much deliberation, can only draw this matter, which happens to be a newly opened serial comic.

It's not that Fang Mian has no talent for painting, nor is it that he doesn't paint well.In fact, he has been drawing since he knew how to hold a pen, and he has won many awards in college. His personal account for graffiti has nearly [-] followers, but everyone’s evaluation of his comics is—— Screen, no plot.

Fang Mian has tried many themes, such as hot-blooded manga, suspense manga, campus manga, love manga... In the beginning, some readers will follow him because of his painting style, but soon everyone will find out that this painter only has painting style He can barely handle it, he can't tell a story at all, the plot is not good, and the character setting is flat and boring, so the readers slowly leave.

Is there anything worse than not being able to draw a good work?

Fang Mian thinks there is, that is, even though he knows that painting is not good, he still wants to paint.

But today, Fang Mian has long since lost the enthusiasm he had when he just graduated. He no longer thinks about meticulous scripts, and he is too lazy to conceive plots. He just wants to vent now, so he started a new serial. Even the name It's all random - "My pet dog is actually a handsome black guy? "

He doesn't need to think about the plot either, he just needs to paint the truth about what happened to him during this period. What Fang Pei saw just now happened to be the first time he transformed into a human form in front of Fang Mian.

Although it was a little embarrassing to be knocked out by Fang Pei, Fang Mian can confidently say that he definitely drew Fang Pei very handsomely.Besides, Fang Pei has been eating and drinking for nothing at Fang Mian's place for two months, so what if Fang Mian draws it?Fang Pei didn't suffer at all.

A knock on the door interrupted Fang Mian's wild thoughts. Fang Mian gave Pei Pei a bluffing look and turned to open the door, but he hesitated when he reached the entrance.

The only one who can knock on the door is Ding Qiaoqiao.

Before Ding Qiaoqiao moved here, Fang Mian never dealt with the neighbors next door. Because of the different schedules, he had never met each other a few times, let alone knocked on each other’s door. The last time he knocked on Fang Mian’s house was the property toll collector. .Dante Qiaoqiao is a very lively and outgoing girl. She often asks Fang Mian to give him things. Sometimes it’s a cake she made herself, sometimes it’s fruit bought outside, and sometimes it’s a dog’s teething snacks. She’s so enthusiastic. , Fang Mian didn't know how to repay her, so he occasionally pretended not to be at home.

Is this door open or not?Fang Mian was hesitant, and when he lowered his head, he saw Pei Pei squatting at his feet, looking at him suspiciously, as if asking him why he didn't open the door.

The last time Fang Mian pretended not to be at home, Ding Qiaoqiao knocked two or three times before leaving, but today she seemed determined to see Fang Mian, after failing to knock on Fang Mian's door for the first time, after half a Within hours, she knocked on the door of Fang Mian's house again.

There is an iron ring handle on the old-fashioned anti-theft door, and the sound of knocking on the door panel is particularly loud in the silent night. Fang Mian was worried that it would disturb the residents, so he finally decided to open the door.

Fang Mian glanced at the time before opening the door. It was past nine o'clock in the evening, and it was almost ten o'clock. It was a bit unusual for Ding Qiaoqiao to come to him at this time.

Fang Mian opened the door and saw Ding Qiaoqiao standing outside the door: "Hello."

Before Fang Mian could ask any more questions, Ding Qiaoqiao had already started to apologize: "I'm sorry to bother you so late, I... can I go in and talk to you?"

Fang Mian hesitated for a few seconds. No one has ever entered his apartment. Although he often cleans up the room, the house should not be messy, but Fang Mian still feels a little uncomfortable for a single girl to come in as a guest.

The corridors in the community are all equipped with sensor lights, which will light up as long as pedestrians passing by at night make noises. When Fang Mian first came here, a single movement can make it light up for half a minute. Two years have passed, and now it can only light up for a dozen seconds.Just now when Ding Qiaoqiao knocked on the door, he turned on the light in the corridor, but now that the time is up, the corridor suddenly darkened, and the incandescent light in the living room behind Fang Mian became the only light source, and the white light shone dimly on Ding Qiaoqiao's face. Fang Mian finally saw her clearly.

Without cosmetics, Ding Qiaoqiao's face no longer has the delicacy and spirit of the past. Not only that, her hair is messy on her shoulders, her eyeballs are bloodshot, there are haggard dark circles under her eyes, and her lips are gray. Skin.She was wearing a long-sleeved cardigan, and the bottom buttons were even wrongly buttoned by two.

Seeing Ding Qiaoqiao like this, Fang Mian suddenly thought of himself two months ago, he no longer hesitated, and asked her to come in sideways.