The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

Looking at Yu Qing from the front seat, he looked respectful and weak, as if he was the vulnerable group that needed protection.

Now his eyes are very strange, they are extremely black, with burning emotions in the deep eyes, and they are nailed to Yu Qing's body, as if they are locking the prey.

Xi Yue and Yu Qing met each other's eyes, and the cold eyes were steamed, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed.

He opened his eyes fiercely: "What are you looking at, get out!"

Yu Qing just wanted to take this opportunity to try on clothes, but she didn't expect Xi Yue to come back so soon.

Li Wu also planned to give him a new set of makeup, and sent him a lot of makeup renderings, saying that he would dress him up as the most beautiful existence in the world.

Yu Qing thought that she was arrogant and unreasonable enough, but she didn't know that wearing such clothes and using such a face to kill people did not have any deterrent effect.

In particular, his voice trembled, obviously bluffing, like a lost lamb signaling that he was about to be bullied by a hunter.

Xi Yue slowly raised his eyes, he didn't expect that the bad-tempered young master would really be willing to wear these clothes.

"Young master, Li Wu has something to do with her, so she might be late." The rosy face in the field of vision was stunned for a short while, feeling a little disappointed, Xi Yue answered the words unhurriedly, "She asked I'll help lay out a color block."

When Li Wu was mentioned, Yu Qing's anger obviously calmed down, but his still cold face showed that he was still not very happy.

Originally sitting in the center, he moved to the farthest corner, far away from the seat.

He thought he was fierce, but the sulking look on his small face was very cute in Xi Yue's eyes.

I knew Yu Qing was pretty for a long time, but I didn't expect him to have such an obedient and obedient side. While he was distracted, he couldn't help being jealous.

A pair of invisible hands dragged down Xi Yue's emotions. He looked at Yu Qing, who was far away from him, with a look of disgust as if he was avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Is it so reluctant?

Didn't Yu Qing want him to paint before?Now he is helping Yu Qing paint, and Yu Qing is not happy.

why you are not feeling happy?

Is it because he is not Li Wu?

Xi Yue knew that he shouldn't have such dark feelings towards the junior. Li Wu was very talented, he appreciated it, and she also respected him as a senior.

But obviously he came first.

It was he who came to Yu Qing's side first, and it was Yu Qing who took the initiative to find him, take care of him, and choose him.

and also--

Obviously he is Yu Qing's dog.

And Yu Qing still had a tendency to move towards the corner, looking eager to stay away from him.

Strictly speaking, Xi Yue is not an easy-going and reckless person, he is very good at disguising and being patient.

But now, under the usual calm surface, the heat that is about to fill up is constantly gushing out.

"Young master, it's too far away." He turned slightly and looked sideways, "I can't see clearly."

"Come closer."

Yu Qing reluctantly moved over a little, just a little.

His disgust was too obvious, Xi Yue showed a very hurt expression: "Young master, am I just so annoying?"

Shame made Yu Qing not want to speak, she just pursed her lips and moved a little more.

This time Xi Yue directly moved the easel and chair and sat beside him, the two of them were very close.

Seeing Xi Yue looking over, Yu Qing snorted again, turned her head away coquettishly, and refused to look at anyone again.

It seemed that Xi Yue was deliberately trying to let Xi Yue know that he was very upset.

Xi Yue did not take his usual paints, but the children's paints given by the sponsor of the previous volunteer activity.

The brush used is also a new hard-bristle brush instead of the soft-bristle brush I am used to.

The painter was not Li Wu, and Yu Qing didn't cooperate at all, Xi Yue accepted it with a good temper.

Xi Yue focused his eyes on the canvas, but suddenly turned his head, his eyes locked on Yu Qing's chest.

"Young master, your color is so strange."

"?"

Before Yu Qing could ask what was strange, his back was electrified and went numb, his body also softened, and a nasal sound similar to crying came out from the cracks in his lips.

He was stunned, with a dull face and lowered his head, Xi Yue approached him without knowing when, and was pressing the tip of his pen against him.

"here."

In order to let the young master know more clearly, Xi Yue twisted the hand holding the paintbrush slightly, some hard bristles scraped across the skin through the fabric.

Xi Yue said, "The colors here are so strange, I can't make them out."

The new paintbrush was soaked in some water, Xi Yue forgot or something, he didn't wipe the paintbrush clean.

Instead, he wetly poked Yu Qing's body and pointed at the place that troubled him.

Yu Qing's shoulders trembled due to the cold, and her knees were even tighter. Her upturned face was full of astonishment, with a pitiful look of being petrified.

He was vigilant, but his temper was exceptionally simple, and no one had ever done anything similar to him, causing his first reaction was not to get angry, but to be confused.

"Can't get it out? What do you mean?"

"Young master, yours is different from mine. Yours is a little sunken and the color is lighter. I've never seen anything like this."

Xi Yue also said, "Besides, I can't see clearly."

"Can I color your body?"

Is Xi Yue crazy?This is to use him as a palette?

Of course the bad-tempered young master refused. Just as some anger flashed in his eyes, the young man calmly said: "If I adjust it slowly, it may take a long time, and the night market will be closed by then."

"It's because I don't have enough skills, and my sense of color is too bad. I'm sorry, young master. You may have to sit a little longer tonight."

"What about the night market?!"

Xi Yue showed a very guilty expression: "Maybe it will be very late, young master, in fact, we will go tomorrow..."

"No!" Yu Qing quickly approached Xi Yue, leaned forward and hugged Xi Yue's arm, raised her head and said, "I don't want to go tomorrow, I will go today."

But if he wants to solve it quickly, it means that he has to be Xi Yue's palette.

His anger got stuck halfway, and his little faces twisted together again.

The cold and beautiful face was tangled and struggling, and it could be seen from his tightly knit eyebrows that he was thinking very seriously, as if he was thinking about academic issues.

Finally, he pursed his lips and frowned even tighter, but his words were submissive: "Then hurry up, don't delay my supper."

"No, how can I trouble the young master?"

Yu Qing took the initiative to put Xi Yue's hand on her body.

Xi Yue's expression changed from abnormal resistance to reluctance, and he reluctantly pressed the paintbrush on Yu Qing's body.

The expression was also extremely helpless, as if forced by Yu Qing to have no choice: "Okay, then I can only work hard, young master."

The short clothes on Yu Qing's body were slowly soaked by water. After soaking, the clothes changed from translucent to fully transparent, forming a wrinkled feeling of tulle next to the flesh.

His eyelashes trembled, he felt ashamed, and tilted his head as if avoiding it.

Because of this action, half of his face was plunged into shadow, and at the same time, it gave him a hazy but charming beauty.

The slightly flushed snowy cheeks, the bright lip color, the shadow of the tulle flesh and the water stain effect all attract the attention.

The soaked translucent fabric quickly gets wet, contrasting sharply with the surrounding area, and clinging to the chest.

And because of the cold, the small piece of pink skin pushed the clothes out a little, creating a sense of transparency.

Yu Qing's shoulders were shaking.

Xi Yue uses a flat-tip hard pen, and the hair is a bit hard.

And because it is a new pen, the hardness is more obvious. When the brush is outdated, you can see the brush marks of the bristles when coloring.

When she picked her skin through the clothes, Yu Qing felt a little prickly, but she was afraid of disturbing Xi Yue's progress, so she bit her lip and said nothing.

Looks very well behaved.

In fact, Xi Yue doesn't like stupid people, because communication is difficult, and he hates trouble, he likes smart people.

I thought Yu Qing was just arrogant, but I didn't expect that he was raised very innocently, and he would believe it if he tried to trick him with some seemingly reasonable words.

Dumb and cute, it's mesmerizing.

Now Yu Qing's brows were full of anxiety, and she diverted her attention by rubbing her knees.

While looking down at his fingers, he saw that the paintbrush on his chest had been adjusted to a very light pink.

Yu Qing was startled, and realized that Xi Yue was adjusting some color, and just about to lose his temper, he couldn't help but scream.

The paint was slowly smeared on his body, and Xi Yue changed his complexion. He felt inexplicably panicked, and there was a kind of uneasiness that didn't land on the ground.

He reached out and grabbed Xi Yue's clothes, his face was flushed, his lips were tightly pressed, but his eyes were full of panic.

"Little Master."

At this time, Xi Yue approached suddenly, with a heavy tone: "Why is she willing to wear such clothes when she asks you to wear them. Are you willing to wear whoever makes you like this?"

Yu Qing looked up in confusion, but Xi Yue just closed his eyes to cover the surging emotions in them.

He put his hand on the narrow side of the waist, moved forward all the way, covered the back waist, and finally moved down slowly, grabbing Yu Qing.

Yu Qing straightened her back in shock, her eyelashes trembling.

With this look, you don't need to guess that he is about to lose his temper again.

"Why are you arresting me!" His little face flushed, "Stop arresting me again!"

Xi Yue turned a deaf ear to him, and whispered in his ear with a worried tone: "Young master, you are just too simple. A pretty boy like you, let alone go out in such clothes casually, or you will meet bad guys. "

In order to let Yu Qing remember, he folded his five fingers together, and his throat moved slightly because of the strangely comfortable feedback, but his tone was very light, as if he was pressing something, "Like this."

"Young master, you have to protect yourself."

Yu Qing frowned, feeling that Xi Yue was very strange today.

He was puzzled, he didn't understand what Xi Yue was going to do.

But Xi Yue looked upright and worried, as if these behaviors were just demonstrations because he was afraid that he would be in danger.

Xi Yue was still panting by his ears, his breathing was a little fast and heavy, and the scorching heat flowed by his ears, he felt unwell and wanted to escape.

Xi Yue was hurt by his running away, but the next second, both of them were stunned.

At first, there were still two barriers between Xi Yue's palm and Yu Qing, but as Yu Qing struggled, there was only one barrier left.

Xi Yue was at a loss for unexpected things, his touch was too good, and his elasticity was excellent, all of which made him stand there in a daze.

Yu Qing's anger had also reached its peak, and his love for the night market had been exhausted. Without even thinking about it, he slapped Xi Yue hard.

His pale face was turned away, Xi Yue narrowed his eyes in a daze, and his throat moved slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress some kind of boiling emotion.

It took about three to five seconds before he adjusted his mood, got up and half-kneeled in front of Yu Qing's calf, and held Yu Qing's right hand.

As he expected, his palm was very red.

Yu Qing was pampered and spoiled since she was a child, with thin skin and tender flesh. The slap was so hard just now, it must have hurt herself.

Xi Yue lowered his head and kissed his palm, bowed his waist, and slowly buried his face in, leaning against the palm of his palm: "Young master, don't be angry."

"If you want to hit me, you can tell me directly, you don't have to do it yourself." His voice was full of distress, "Don't you feel hurt?"

Yu Qing looked down coldly.

The hand does hurt, but more is the anger of being provoked.

Xi Yue, who was bold and presumptuous just now, returned to a humble and weak attitude.

Yu Qing pushed him away, stood up, and came to Xi Yue who fell to the ground with his knees apart.

He stepped on Xi Yue hard, his eyes were cold.

Xi Yue was almost lying on his back on the ground, his legs were bent, and his posture was awkward, but he didn't care about being ashamed.

Raising his body a little with his hands, he almost stared blankly at that delicate foot.

His skin was very white, in sharp contrast to the black pants he was stepping on.

Xi Yue slid down his throat a few times, his calm black eyes gradually focused, he stood up with effort, trying to see more clearly.

Yu Qing mistakenly thought that he was going to resist, and he was in a bad mood when he was offended.

The bad-tempered young master must let Xi Yue know the fate of making him unhappy.

Stepping away from the legs covered with irregular lip glaze, the red color made his skin whiter and brighter.

Xi Yue watched as he withdrew his legs and walked towards him slowly.

The blue wig partially covered the shoulders, and the beautiful collarbone protruded from the blue hair, making the skin more white and delicate.

A pair of cold and beautiful eyes under the bangs, but dressed in the same

The glamorous appearance and completely different style make people feel a little bit of destructive desire.

Xi Yue's eyes were almost obsessed, and he followed his figure closely.

Yu Qing came slowly, stopped, and her delicate white feet landed on the side of Xi Yue's arm.

If the toes were not touching, Xi Yue felt a little hot. Yu Qing was too close to him, so close that if he stretched out his hand, he could clasp his slender ankle.

Perhaps it was Xi Yue's restlessness that caught Yu Qing's attention and caused his dissatisfaction.

Thinking that Xi Yue was dissatisfied, he slowly raised his right leg, without noticing it at all. From Xi Yue's perspective, he could see everything.

He stepped on Xi Yue's protruding Adam's apple, and said coldly, "Xi Yue."

"You've been getting more and more misbehaving recently."

Yu Qing doesn't like to restrict other people's freedom too much, even if he asks Xi Yue to be obedient, he still gives him some freedom.

He can ignore his occasional temper tantrums, but that doesn't mean that Xi Yue can mess around all the time.

The very short skirt rose a little due to the movement of raising his right leg and stepping down, Xi Yue could see the pure white clearly.

Due to the restraint in his throat, he was forced to raise his chin a little bit, his eyes were forced into tears by the light, and his black hair covered his black pupils, which just concealed the surging excitement.

How can there be such a person?

It's obviously humiliating, but it can't make people feel disgusted.

Xi Yue's expression became more and more painful, and some water glistened in his dark eyes.

Cried?

Even if he warned people, Yu Qing didn't want to go to this point.

Yu Qing thought that he was going too far, so she retracted her legs.

Unexpectedly, Xi Yue thought that such a warning was not enough. He pushed Yu Qing's foot back to the distance, and said in a hoarse voice: "Young master, will you let me go like this? That would be too cheap for me."

"I offended you, I made you unhappy, you shouldn't let me go easily."

Yu Qing's brows trembled, not understanding what Xi Yue was going crazy again, he pulled his foot back with all his strength, but his ankle was grabbed, and he almost fell down.

Forced to hold on to the wall beside him, his eyes gradually opened wide.

He could only see part of Xi Yue's face, and most of his feet were in his field of vision.

Yu Qing's head began to empty again, and then his face flushed with anger, and he just wanted to open his lips to question, but bit his lower lip instead.

His shoulders trembled slightly with anger.

The studio was already stuffy, even with the windows open, Yu Qing's face was flushed red by the summer heat.

The black eyelashes were trembling, and the strangely red lips were tightly pressed.

The upturned and charming eyes are full of confusion and panic, adding a touch of innocence to the supposedly gorgeous face.

Xi Yue who fell to the ground slowly sat up, hugged Yu Qing's calf in an extremely humble gesture, and pressed the side of his face against it, and said reverently: "Young master, you are just too kind to me."

Xi Yue always said some strange things.

Yu Qing pursed her lips, ignoring the strange numbness, and looked at her feet with some gloom.

It's weird, but it's comfortable.

... I can't describe it.

When Xi Yue got up, Yu Qing had no support and almost fell down. A powerful arm crossed his lower back, and he fell into a warm and broad embrace.

He frowned, looking up at the strong man who was obviously taller than himself, feeling a little depressed.

"Young master? Don't you like it?"

He also said, "But your expression clearly tells me that you like this very much."

"Shut up!" After being exposed, Yu Qing raised her eyelashes angrily, "Who likes it? It's so dirty!"

"So dirty!"

The more he scolded and the more fiercely he became, the more the corners of Xi Yue's mouth widened.

Now even Yu Qing didn't understand whether his murderous actions were punishment or reward.

He simply turned his head, his small face was depressed and aggrieved.

Xi Yue is right, he really doesn't hate it, and even likes this novelty a little bit.

But another voice told Yu Qing that this is wrong and not good.

He shouldn't be like Xi Yue.

The more you think, the heavier your head becomes, Yu Qing

His hands unconsciously grasped Xi Yue's side waist, and his eyelashes trembled.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Xi Yue let Yu Qing lean on his shoulder, the weather was hot, he was still afraid that Yu Qing would catch cold, so he took out a brand new thin quilt from the cabinet.

Like treating a fragile object, she wrapped Yu Qing up little by little, then hugged her into her arms again, and pressed her lips to the side of her soft and fair neck.

It smells good.

There is always a scent on Yu Qing's body, and you need to get close to smell it.

Xi Yue just hugged him and sat on the high platform, his eyes focused and his expression soft.

Soon, he was not only satisfied with gazing with the naked eye, but stroked the soft face instead.

Yu Qing, who was sleeping soundly, was touched on the cheek, and the brows were furrowed angrily, her small face was full of impatience, fierce as hell.

So cute.

Xi Yue couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed the corner of Yu Qing's lips.

It was this soft kiss that made him completely lose control, his handsome appearance changed drastically in an instant, and his palms trembled due to excitement.

Those unexplainable strange reactions seemed to be explained at this moment.

Xi Yue always knew that he was interested in the young master of the Yu family, but at first it was only interested.

Find it interesting, interesting.

Later, I found it cute and couldn't help but get closer.

Finally, want to monopolize.

This sudden kiss pierced the ball like a sharp needle, revealing all the emotions that were hidden deep down.

And Yu Qing was still sleeping soundly without knowing it, completely unaware that he was trying his best to endure.

After a while, Xi Yue still stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, with the pulp of his thumb against the flesh of his lower lip, and pressed down slightly, revealing part of the snow-white lower teeth, and part of the red, tender and bright oral mucosa.

Xi Yue stared calmly for a moment, pinched Yu Qing's cheek, and the full lips naturally opened a little, and the lips were squeezed out.

"Well--"

Xu Shi felt uncomfortable, and the sleeping Yu Qing protested dissatisfiedly, but was blocked immediately.

All dissatisfaction was brutally stuffed back into the mouth, turning into spittle intertwined with lips and teeth. /Liquid swap water sound.

This is Xi Yue's first kiss, he doesn't know how to kiss is correct, everything is driven by instinct.

He rubbed against Yu Qing's lips repeatedly, rubbing the flesh of that lip until it became very red, and his breath was seized. Yu Qing's eyelids were wrinkled, showing a distressed expression.

The plump and soft meat swelled and sank, was repeatedly rubbed and sucked, and it was cooked in a short while.

Xi Yue's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his pale handsome face was flushed sickly. This bright color seemed to be contagious, dyeing Yu Qing's face crimson, and several wet marks appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Are you crying?

Why are you crying?

Obviously very comfortable.

Xi Yue couldn't understand, but he didn't want to see Yu Qing cry, so he slowly kissed away the tears with his lips awkwardly.

Then he rubbed his swollen lips hard, trying to squeeze out more juice.

Several times, Xi Yue thought Yu Qing was about to wake up.

In fact, no, Yu Qing's eyelashes were trembling, trembling when he sensed the danger, but there was no sign of waking up.

Yu Qing turned her head slightly and wanted to avoid it, but her cheek was pinched with one hand, her hands and feet were wrapped in a thin blanket, and all her senses were concentrated in the center of her lips, so pitiful that she couldn't even struggle.

The soft humming could not be controlled, he raised his head, and the saliva overflowed from the corner of his deeply kissed mouth, slid across his cheeks, and sank into his temples.

There is powder in the snow-white skin, and the heat of breathing and the moisture of kissing merge together, making people breathless.

It wasn't until Yu Qing let out a suffocating whimper and begged for mercy that Xi Yue let him go quickly, and slowly touched his face, for fear of suffocating him.

The ends of the eyes are moist, the face is covered with spring tide, the wig has fallen off, and the soft chestnut hair is sticky to the cheeks.

He was trembling, like a beautiful kitten being bullied and cornered.

Xi Yue was emotional again, couldn't help but untied a little blanket, and took out his trembling little hand.

Just as he was about to lift up and kiss the back of his hand, he encountered resistance.

Under the wrist that Xi Yue held, there was a big palm with distinct bones.

He raised his eyes and saw a face that was upright but extremely angry at this moment.

It is Shangling.