When Xiao Ling came out of the shower, Wen Qian was still painting.

is different from the Wen Qian that Xiao Lingyue usually sees, Wen Qian at work lifted her short hair, tied it a little chirp, and leaked out her slender neck, and the whole person looked cute and sexy.

Wen Qian was wearing a loose T-shirt with a large opening at the neckline, and her collarbone could be clearly seen.

That was Xiao Lingyue's favorite place to leave a mark, and now he saw it suddenly, as if that place was inviting him.

Xiao Lingyue finished taking a bath, only a bath towel was wrapped in his upper body, and he wore everything on his upper body, and there were water droplets crawling on it, when Wen Qian raised her head, she happened to see Xiao Lingyue looking at herself.

The two looked at each other as if they were on fire, and they would burn when they touched it, but they both knew that they couldn't do it now.

Especially Wen Qian, because of menstruation, the whole person is more sensitive, and a lot of it gushes out at once.

But he still pretended to be careless and turned his gaze back to the computer, and while continuing to draw, he said, "Can't you put on your clothes?"

The clothes were held in Xiao Lingyue's hand, he just refused, and then walked up to Wen Qian, raised the clothes in his hand and smelled them: "Sister, you are the first person to wash my clothes, it smells so good~~~"

Wen Qian heard Xia Yan talk about Xiao Lingyue's experience when he was a child a few times, and only thought that Xiao Lingyue should have lived a very hard life since he was a child, and maybe no one even washed his clothes.

So put down the paintbrush in his hand, and was about to comfort Xiao Lingyue.

Xiao Lingyue suddenly leaned down and read the cartoons drawn by Wen Qian.

Because Xiao Lingyue was not painted today, Wen Qian did not stop him.

"Sister, did you draw this?"

"I didn't expect you to be able to draw in addition to cooking and getting tattoos. ”

Xiao Lingyue was very close to Wen Qian, obviously the shower gel on her body tasted the same as her own, but Wen Qian felt that Xiao Lingyue was more fragrant and dizzy.

"Oh, I studied fine arts in college. Wen Qian almost lost her mind.

Xiao Lingyue turned his head to look at Wen Qian, and then his eyes fell on the tattoo on Wen Qian's arm.

"Sister, can you help me get a tattoo?"

Saying that, Xiao Lingyue had already begun to look for a place.

"What do you want? Don't say that you have blood clotting difficulties, you're a public figure, what do people see like that?"

In Wen Qian's eyes, Xiao Lingyue is the most innocent, the cleanest, and the most transparent.

Although she had already made him "dirty", she didn't want him to be contaminated with anything else.

Whether it's a tattoo, or for her, it costs a lot of money to slap a swollen face and become fat.

She is unwilling, her Xiao Lingyue, she hopes to always be the pure angel who can bring her light.

"It's okay, let's tattoo a private place and don't let the fans see it. Xiao Lingyue was coquettish, and at the same time, the whole person leaned on Wen Qian's body.

This look, like a dog begging for comfort.

Xiao Lingyue knew best which set Wen Qian ate.

"You can't get a tattoo, but you can draw on you. ”

"Draw, how?"

"Body painting. ”

Wen Qian hasn't painted for a long time, except for a few times when she was in college, and she hasn't done it after graduation.

Just now, she was also entangled tightly by Xiao Lingyue, and it happened that Xiao Lingyue's figure was very good, Wen Qian was a little moved and wanted to paint.

Although Xiao Lingyue didn't know much about body painting, he felt very excited when he heard that Wen Qian was going to paint on him.

The body painting uses special pigments, because some customers will need some before, so the materials are still very complete.

Wen Qian said to Xiao Lingyue while cleaning the brushes and adjusting the colors: "Take off your clothes and sit there." ”

Xiao Lingyue didn't wear any clothes, just pulled the bath towel, walked to the place where Wen Qianbu was in a good place, sat down, and posed.

When Wen Qian's first stroke landed on Xiao Lingyue's body, Xiao Lingyue was stimulated by the temperature of the watercolor and the touch of the tip of the brush.

This feeling is cool and itchy, as if someone has scratched my heart lightly or severely.

Slowly, Wen Qian's strength slowed and heavy, sometimes across his hardest back, and then across his softest waist.

This feeling not only made Xiao Ling more excited, but also made him feel uncontrollable.

He was afraid that he would lose his temper in front of Wen Qian, so he closed his eyes and asked, "······ this kind of creation?"

Xiao Lingyue's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of sexiness in his forbearance.

"You're the first man. ”

Wen Qian knew that the little wolf dog was jealous again, so before Xiao Lingyue asked, she immediately gave an answer, interrupting the little wolf dog's thoughts.

When I was in college, it was hard to find the right model because of body painting.

So it's often a few female classmates who swap each other to draw before.

Wen Qian was really serious when she painted, but Xiao Lingyue couldn't be distracted.

Especially the touch of the paintbrush falling on his body, much like the feeling that Wen Qian felt every time he helped him unwind.

I haven't done it for a long time, and the two of them finally reconciled, but Wen Qian came to that.

So Xiao Lingyue could only let all kinds of messy pictures roll in his mind at will.

An hour later, when Wen Qian finished drawing, put down the brush, and let Xiao Lingyue get up, he found that the boy was embarrassed.

Because Xiao Lingyue's face was really good-looking, Wen Qian didn't make a move.

Now Wen Qian could clearly see the red on his face.

Wen Qian didn't speak, cleaned him up with a tissue, and then took him to the dressing mirror and asked Xiao Lingyue to take a look.

The beauty of body painting lies in the beauty of the human body.

Xiao Lingyue looked at himself in the mirror, and then pulled Wen Qian into his arms.

He turned sideways, revealing the paint on his arm, and then put it with Wen Qian's.

Although the colors are different and the patterns are different, they look beautiful.

Xiao Lingyue found Wen Qian's lips, opened his mouth and held it: "Sister, I like it." ”

Wen Qian didn't know what he liked by him, whether he liked her paintings, or people who liked to draw.

Anyway, he didn't dig deeper, so he responded to Xiao Lingyue vigorously.

in the bathroom.

Xiao Lingyue suddenly felt a little sad when he saw that the various colors would come together and flow into the sewer.

It felt like something important was slipping by, and I couldn't hold on to it.

It wasn't until later that he realized that this feeling was the same as Wen Qian's feeling when she left his side.

He suddenly turned around, hugged Wen Qian and said coquettishly, "Sister, I don't want to wash." ”

Wen Qian's movements paused, and then smiled and comforted: "Wash it up, let's paint it next time!"

Because Xiao Lingyue was much taller than Wen Qian, so after helping Xiao Lingyue come out of the shower, Wen Qian felt that her entire shoulder was about to fall off.

Originally, because of the nature of her work, she often had sore shoulders and felt like she was falling into a thousand pounds.

Wen Qian pressed for a long time, but it didn't relieve, and finally there was no way, so she said to Xiao Lingyue, who was blowing her hair: "Little wolf dog, go to the drawer of the bedside table and get me a plaster." ”

Wen Qian really didn't want to admit that she was old and had to put on a plaster.

But sometimes, I really have to bow to reality.

When Xiao Ling opened the drawer more and more, the things inside were placed correctly, and everything was clear at a glance.

Xiao Lingyue also took a condom from here before.

But it was an emergency at the time, so I didn't look much at it.

Now when I look at it, I am attracted to the more conspicuous thing.