I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

The wind is clear and the moon is bright, and the old lamp is dim.

The dusty wooden window is half open, and the wind can move it.

Shaking, crunching.

Song Ziyan was sitting on the edge of the bed with an Odan face, holding a brush in his hand.

He took a look at standing there, as if he didn't know what to do Алекс.

He bowed his head again.

Алекс stood on the spot for a while, and tried to smile: "Then I... first, take off my clothes?"

Song Ziyan nodded, caught a glimpse of the open door from the corner of his eye, and hurriedly said, "Close the door first." Алекс paused as he was undressing, and quickly put it down: "Yes, yes."

The door closed, and the sound of Chen Lin swiping the video in a room not far away faded away.

Insects chirped outside the window, lining the silence in the house.

Song Ziyan knew he couldn't go on like this. The request he made was still so unnatural, and it would be messed up later.

Song Ziyan raised his eyes and collided with Алекс's gaze, and the two of them avoided each other as if shocked.

Song Ziyan blushed, and explained in a low voice: "I, I'm the first time to do this kind of thing, and I'm a little unskilled." Being a painter and model once, and...haha, to be honest, it’s quite novel, isn’t it.”

Song Ziyan is not stupid, he can see that Алекс is also nervous, procrastination is not the answer, it is better to fight quickly.

Song Ziyan bit his lip lightly and made up his mind: "Then you, take it off!"

Алекс stopped, subconsciously looking at Song Ziyan.

Song Ziyan also looked at him, this time he didn't look anywhere else, but Алекс moved away with just one glance, and his ear with a lock of slightly curly blond hair was red.

Алекс bowed his head, hooked the hem of his clothes with his hands, raised his arms, and the black T-shirt left his body.

A body as strong and powerful as a tiger is revealed.

In comparison, Алекс is a bit stronger than Bai Yanqing, with a broad back and chest.

If you hold Song Ziyan who is 1.7 meters five, you can completely hide him like a small one.

Song Ziyan was shy, so he stopped looking, and only heard a rustling sound in his ear.

The sound disappeared, and at this moment he took another look, and saw that Алекс's thumb was stuck on the edge of the black underwear, and he obviously wanted to take it off.

Song Ziyan turned pale with shock, and hurriedly said, "No, no need!"

Алекс looked up at him.

Song Ziyan's face was flushed, and he was at a loss for words: "No need, you don't need to take that off!"

Алекс paused, his face became hot immediately, and he quickly took his hand away: "Ah, oh...okay."

Facing the embarrassment in the air, Song Ziyan blushed and said, "At that time, I'll just draw leaves or flowers to cover that part." Алекс cleared his throat, his heart was beating like thunder, and he smiled relaxedly: "It's a good idea." .”

Song Ziyan was too shy to say anything, but nodded.

There was a sudden silence in the room, so quiet that it made people tremble.

Алекс did not speak, his mind seemed to be clouded and confused.

All he knew was that he was standing in front of Song Ziyan with no clothes on, even though he still had a shading cloth.

But it's not bad, right?

He suddenly remembered Grandma Chen Lin's words, when it's time to radiate charm, let it go.

So at this time, maybe... it's time to show off your proud body?

Oh come on, man, he'll be fine if he can maintain a surface of calm.

After a long silence, the atmosphere froze.

Such as the lake surface that gradually freezes at the end of September in most parts of Russia.

Song Ziyan's palm holding the pen was sweating, and his mind was in a mess. Even if it was a little more extreme than this, he had done things, but under the premise of being forced, those did not bring him experience.

Song Ziyan was haunted by shame, and couldn't do anything sensual with peace of mind.

Even a little bit.

Ivan's knock on the door broke the deadlock, and he said outside: "Алекс, I'm done washing, you go to do the laundry."

Алекс replied: "Okay, I'll go later."

"Good night, fellows."

"Good night."

"Good night." Song Ziyan whispered.

With the sound of a door closing, the room was once again silent.

Song Ziyan clenched his fists, got out of bed, and moved a stool to the opposite side of the bed: "... you sit."

Алекс breathed out, his finger bones stiffened, he moved and sat down.

The height is exactly at eye level with Song Ziyan.

Song Ziyan had a pink tinge on his cheeks: "Алекс, then, shall I start?"

"Okay." Алекс didn't dare to look at him, his ears were red, and he looked at the wooden window in front of him that was shaken by the breeze.

Outside, in the night; in front of...

Алекс glanced at Song Ziyan with a hint of embarrassment.

In front of you, beauty.

Seeing him like this, Song Ziyan shook his writing hand and felt embarrassed.

He steadied himself, leaning forward slightly, with the tip of the brush on Алекс's chin.

The melted breath flutters with it, like a breeze, with a light fragrance.

Алекс's body was tense, and the hands lying flat on his knees slowly retracted into fists.

Song Ziyan breathed quietly, and moved the pen slowly along Алекс's chin following his hand.

When passing by the slightly protruding Adam's apple, Song Ziyan stopped.

He is also a man, so he naturally knows how vulnerable this place is.

As long as you touch it a little... He started to paint, according to the plot, he painted it with great force.

Алекс suddenly clenched his fists, his breathing was disordered for two seconds, and then his Adam's apple slipped.

Song Ziyan was ashamed, so he could only lighten his strength, pretending to be nonchalant and continue down, tracing his collarbone and his muscular arms inch by inch.

Алекс gritted his teeth, suppressing the trembling.

The man was under his pen. Song Ziyan could sense his state, and his cheeks became even more blush.

Even more so when the tip of the pen reaches the pectoral muscles of Алекс.

Here are the lines.

The tip of the pen finely falls on the brown color of Алекс, which is heavier than the wheat skin color.

Алекс froze.

Song Ziyan blushed, brushed lightly, and said in a weak voice: "I've heard an interesting thing, that is, men also have feelings here, can you tell me it's true? Алекс."

This question is asked with a smile in the book, forgive him for not being able to laugh.

Алекс is the same, it's too shameful that I can't maintain the surface calm for the first time.

Julian's skin was darker, and his blushing was hard to see, but at this moment, it was as if Song Ziyan had painted his face with red paint.

Алекс said in a rough voice: "It's fake, I don't feel anything except itching."

He was telling the truth, but he felt ashamed.

Song Ziyan found that the color on his face was not much better, as if he had put on rouge.

His voice was like a mosquito: "Hey, but I feel very emotional."

Алекс froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at him.

Song Ziyan put away his pen and didn't dare to look at him, his ears were red and he wanted to smoke.

He still has to speak his lines.

The sound is very small, if Алекс is not close, you can't hear it at all.

He said, "That's right, I, I tried it myself, and it's very comfortable."

Алекс was stunned, and after realizing what he meant, the temperature in his ears reached an unprecedented level, and he subconsciously looked at Song Ziyan.

System: [Julian said with a smile when he saw what he was looking at. 】

Song Ziyan lowered his head, clutching the barrel of the pen, his long eyelashes trembling: "Do you want to try?"

Алекс suspected that he had heard it wrong, and his throat tightened: "Try... what?"

There was such a short period of silence, Song Ziyan raised his hand, and quickly tapped on his chest: "This one."

There was a sudden bang in Алекс's mind, and his whole body went numb.

He heard himself say, "Can I...?"

This sentence is different from the book, but many things are different from the book.

Song Ziyan nodded according to the plot.

In the book, Алекс did not reach out, and said Julian, what are you kidding, why did I touch your place.

So when Song Ziyan saw the hand extended by Алекс, he was dumbfounded.

The author has something to say: Alex: He thought I would not (.