Two-dimensional society may also fall in love!

The night was very short. When we parted, everyone made an appointment to play again before the comic exhibition. Xu Feifei was gearing up: "I'm going to take you to a super cool place. You must like it. That's my secret base."

Bai Qiangwei smiled and supported her forehead: "How much kickback did the boss of the secret base give you?"

Send a few guests back to the hotel, and the others also go back to their homes.

Qin Fanglu sent Ruan Cunyun back downstairs, but did not unlock the car door.

Ruan Cunyun sat still.

He looked at Qin Fanglu in the dim moonlight and smiled: "Mr. Egg won't let me go home?"

Qin Fanglu leaned forward, put his long arm against the car door on Ruan Cunyun's side, and tightened Ruan Cunyun's seat belt with his other hand, his breath became heavy between inches: "What did you just say that I am yours?"

In fact, Ruan Cunyun said it casually following the words of his friends, without thinking too much, and did not expect Qin Fanglu to ask such trivial details.

Ruan Cunyun was able to speak in public, but now he couldn't speak in front of a person. He blushed and tried to fight back: "Then what do you think you called me on the Internet?"

Qin Fanglu should have said, "My wife."

Knowing that Qin Fanglu dared to speak up, but he didn't expect him to be so thick-skinned, Ruan Cunyun choked.

"Then what should you call me?" Qin Fanglu reminded him kindly, "You just said it so awkwardly that you almost thought you were an ancient person. How should you say it in modern spoken language?"

Ruan Cunyun glared at him, as if he was going to get out of the car angrily.

Qin Fanglu let him go, stopped making trouble, kissed his neck lightly, and said, "Good night, see you tomorrow."

Ruan Cunyun opened the car door, stepped out with one leg, looked back at Qin Fanglu who was motionless, and felt that he was not smart enough.

"Mr. Qin, do you want to go upstairs and sit down?"

Ruan Cunyun raised his chin and asked, without any awareness of the hidden rules of the boss.

Qin Fanglu paused for a moment, then smiled: "This sitting may last all night, can Xiao Ruan?"

Ruan Cunyun also learned from the capitalists, and calculated: "Double the room rate."

The last time Qin Fanglu was helping to move the statue of Crayon Shin-chan, he went to Ruan Cunyun's house, stayed in a hurry all night, and didn't look carefully.

The two were so close that they didn't need to be particular about it. Ruan Cunyun casually poured a glass of milk for Qin Fanglu, and went to the bathroom with a towel and pajamas in his arms: "I'm sweating all over, so I'm going to take a shower first."

Qin Fanglu sat on the sofa and nodded.

The sound of water soon came from the bathroom. Sitting on the sofa, Qin Fanglu saw Ruan Cunyun's collection of figurines and cartoons all over the wall, and beside him was a pillow of Mr. Cat, unconsciously sketching Ruan Cunyun's usual appearance at home.

He was probably only wearing loose pajamas, lying on the sofa relaxedly, reading comics with his two thin white legs crossed, and holding Teacher Cat in his arms.

If he is more narcissistic, he might lie on the tatami and watch Teacher Dan's update. He is so excited because he had a private chat with Teacher Dan, and rolls happily on the ground.

Ruan Cunyun in every daily appearance must be very, very cute.

Ruan Cunyun came out of the shower, covered in the fragrance of shower gel, and tousled his wet hair with a soft towel.

Qin Fanglu then went in to wash. After washing, he realized that this was not his home. He didn't have pajamas. He casually wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out.

"Oh, I forgot to bring you pajamas!" Ruan Cunyun jumped up from the sofa, his eyes fixed on the curve of Qin Fanglu's strong and beautiful upper body, and he walked straight to the bedroom, "I'll find you one."

Qin Fanglu agreed, and a large wet dog obediently followed Ruan Cunyun into his bedroom.

The one-dimensional concentration of Ruan Cunyun's bedroom is higher and more personal.

Qin Fanglu glanced at Ruan Cunyun's desk, picked up a camera memory card with his fingers hooked, and asked with a smile, "Have you read it?"

The storage card contained the videos and photos of the little succubus and Qin Fanglu in the bathtub that night. Ruan Cunyun froze his fingers and said anxiously, "I didn't watch it!"

"Then let's find time to watch together." Qin Fanglu put the small cube back into Ruan Cunyun's palm.

Ruan Cunyun's palms were hot, he opened the door of the bookcase, and put the memory card in as if fleeing.

The door of the small cabinet was wide open, and the two saw the things inside together, Ruan Cunyun was so ashamed that he wanted to close the door immediately, but Qin Fanglu quickly stopped him.

The bookcase is filled with all the art collections, notebooks and peripherals that BALLS has published before. From the first jerky work to the last compilation, none of them was pulled down.

Qin Fanglu's fingers brushed across the row of spines, not knowing what mood he was in.

How could he deserve to be loved like this?No matter how you think about it, it seems like God has thrown a big meal on his head.

Ruan Cunyun covered his sight with an unsteady complexion, and said with a cold face on purpose: "Hey, what's interesting, haven't you seen it?"

This look is so cute, Qin Fanglu hooked his index finger and pulled out a book, which was his first painting book published a few years ago.

The style of painting still has immature traces, and the pages of several years have been preserved very well, but from the side of the book, it can be seen that it has been turned over many times.

Open the title page, clean and empty.

Ruan Cunyun said viciously, "I've never gotten your autograph."

Qin Fanglu took a pen from Ruan Cunyun's table, brushed Ruan Cunyun's pajama pants with his fingers lightly, and said with a light smile, "Mr. Ya is just talking nonsense. I signed one for you a few days ago."

"Damn, shut up." Ruan Cunyun interrupted him with a red neck, not daring to recall the sexy look of Qin Fanglu pulling his legs away and signing autographs full of possessiveness.

At that time, Qin Fanglu stroked the small piece of skin on the inside of his leg, and asked, "Are you going to send out the positive film of your cosplay little succubus?"

Ruan Cunyun's legs were crossed, his mind was in a state of confusion, he could only subconsciously nod and say "yes", and then said "mainly I want Teacher Dan to see".

The obsession in his heart was still deep, Ruan Cunyun half-closed his eyes and hummed: "I still have to send the photo to Teacher Egg for signature."

Qin Fanglu paused, then bent his lips, took a lipstick from the side, opened the cap with one hand, the cream touched the skin, and said: "Ms. Dan has seen it, don't show it to others."

"If you want to sign, you can." Qin Fanglu wrote vigorously, using his delicate skin as a drawing paper, and declared his sovereignty in a hoarse voice: "You are mine."

Ruan Cunyun's brain went blank under the tickling strokes, his waist and legs were sore, and he heard Qin Fanglu chuckle: "It just flinched, did it because it likes my signature?"

The memory of the past few days is still as deep as a knife, Ruan Cunyun went to open the closet with a shameful face, cursing: "Hurry up and sign, come and get dressed after signing."

Qin Fanglu followed with a shy face, and immediately coaxed people: "Sign, I will sign for you as much as you want in the future, and you can sign anywhere you want."

Ruan Cunyun glared at him: "You still talk!"

The closet is full of clothes, half of which are professional attire for work, and more than half are all kinds of cosplay clothes.

Ruan Cunyun no longer cared that these clothes were seen by Qin Fanglu, and concentrated on searching for large short sleeves: "I'll find you something you can wear."

In the closet, two sets of Hanfu attracted Qin Fanglu's attention.

A set of light yellow and a set of pure white are quietly hanging side by side in the closet at the moment.

"This one should work, try it..."

Ruan Cunyun turned around holding the clothes, and was covered by a piece of pure white soft cloth.

Qin Fanglu pulled away Ruan Cunyun's pajama belt, stripped off his willow-like body, put the white Hanfu on his bare shoulders, and asked in a low voice, "Would you like to wear it for me?"

"Ah?" Ruan Cunyun subconsciously followed his strength to put on the Hanfu, and introduced, "This is a set of clothes that we lost when we were shooting Hanfu. After trying it on for a day, I think it is too plain."

The white clothes are floating, and the body is light and jade.

Without the waist-length wig and without the slightest make-up, Ruan Cunyun only has half of his body fresh after bathing.

Compared with Fengxigu's glimpsed back, it is a little less soft and ethereal, and a little more unpolished youthful heroism, which perfectly coincides with Qin Fanglu's private fantasy at that time.

Ruan Cunyun looked blank, not knowing why Qin Fanglu's eyes suddenly became dark.

Qin Fanglu stretched out his arms and hugged Ruan Cunyun firmly, as if he was holding a handful of pure white snow, fearing it would melt, and carefully placed it beside the bed.

What Ruan Cunyun didn't expect was that Qin Fanglu bent his knees and lowered himself, half-kneeling in front of him, grabbed Ruan Cunyun's thin white ankle, and put his slender, bony foot on his knee.

"What are you doing?" Ruan Cunyun pinched the elegant cuffs of the Hanfu, inexplicably nervous.

"Where's the red rope tied here?" Qin Fanglu tapped his ankle.

Ruan Cunyun was taken aback, his round toes curled up reflexively, and he asked in surprise, "How did you know that I had red strings on my feet?"

On the day of the fitting, only Jiujiugou's friend took a blurry photo of Ruan Cunyun's back, and he couldn't even make out his body shape, let alone the anklets hidden under the skirt.

Qin Fanglu actually asked where the red rope was going, so it seems that there is only one possibility...

"Did you see it?" Ruan Cunyun asked.

Qin Fanglu suddenly asked: "Do you know why BALLS rejected your QQ friend application?"

The topic jumped too fast, Ruan Cunyun reacted for a while, and those past grievances and sorrows were brought back again, and he immediately raised his voice: "Yes, why did you reject my friend at that time? You specifically blocked me!"

"I'm sorry." Qin Fanglu apologized again obediently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his rough fingertips rubbing against his powdery toes.

"If I remember correctly, when you wore the white Hanfu, it was the first day of the company's vacation in Fengxi Valley. I happened to be painting on the mountain that day."

The long-standing memory slowly turned, and Ruan Cunyun suddenly thought: "I saw an unfinished maple forest watercolor in the mountains that day, that person could not be you..."

Qin Fanglu's light smile explained everything: "I came back after washing the pens, and saw a long-haired girl in a white Hanfu standing beside the easel. She was as beautiful as a fairy, but there was a bright red rope wrapped around her feet."

It turned out that Qin Fanglu had seen it so early, and Ruan Cunyun's scalp tingled.

"Do you know what happened to me then?" Qin Fanglu rubbed Ruan Cunyun's calf slowly.

Ruan Cunyun's heart beat faster: "What's wrong with you."

"This is the first time in my life." Qin Fanglu watched Ruan Cunyun close at hand, "I reacted."

He added: "Because of you."

The heartbeat was so fast that it suddenly missed a beat, and there was a burst of numbness.

"In the group, I saw someone posted a photo of you in white clothes in Fengxi Valley. I thought Huya was a female cosplayer, and she had aroused my interest. I was afraid that there would be trouble, so I rejected Huya." Qin Fanglu stated the reason , Thinking about it now, I still feel helpless and funny.

"you……"

No matter how wildly Ruan Cunyun thought about it, he couldn't guess that the reason why he was rejected by his idol was so stupid.

Ruan Cunyun thought about it for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "Qin Fanglu, you are a good cook, Qin Xiaoyi knows people better than you."

Qin Fanglu narrowed his eyes, his eyes were dark: "Take a test to see how much you know about Mr. Dan's works. Do you remember any paintings that Mr. Dan sent after Fengxigu?"

It was just last year, Ruan Cunyun thought about it, and quickly thought of it, and answered the question with confidence: "It is a picture of a boy in white clothes, kneeling on the ground, tied with a red rope..."

He stopped in the middle of speaking, Ruan Cunyun's pupils constricted, and he looked at Qin Fanglu in panic.

"Do you now know who Teacher Dan painted?" Qin Fanglu reached out and gently pinned Ruan Cunyun's hanging hair behind his ear.

The only answer crashed to the ground. Ruan Cunyun was numb all over, feeling a dangerous aura approaching. He wanted to retract his controlled leg, but found that it was already tightly bound by Qin Fanglu.

"Well, Qin Xiaoyi is quite good at recognizing people."

Qin Fanglu controlled his feet, letting Ruan Cunyun step on him lightly.

He raised his neck, his veins throbbed, his Adam's apple rolled sexyly, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you feel it?"

The hand that sneaked into the hem of the Hanfu along the calf continued to slide upwards, and a string of crispness exploded from the sensitive toes, and went straight to the back of Ruan Cunyun's head.

Ruan Cunyun held Qin Fanglu under his breath, and said with a trembling voice, "Not today...the exhibition is coming soon, I want to dance...after I do it, I can't dance."

Qin Fanglu stopped when he heard the words, looked at him tenderly, and laughed lowly: "Then when?"

Ruan Cunyun whispered: "After the comic exhibition, can it be done after the comic exhibition?"

"Okay." Qin Fanglu readily agreed.

However, the capitalist will not let go of the opportunity to collect the wool so easily, and asks the little white sheep cunningly: "You can owe it, but it will be many days later, and you have to pay interest."

"What interest..." Little Aries asked timidly.

"What do you think?" Qin Fanglu raised an eyebrow and asked.

Ruan Cunyun stopped talking, faltering for a long time.

Qin Fanglu couldn't wait, his body exploded with heat.

He wanted to say, I want you to tie the red rope with bells on your feet, but then Ruan Cunyun whispered: "Then, then do it as you drew, is it enough interest?"