The white moonlight outside the window penetrated the gap in the dark gauze curtain of the hotel and landed on the white bed, and the figure squirmed and sat up slowly.

He kept his head down.

Black hair hangs low.

The eyes are covered, the beautiful thin lips are pursed tightly, and the lip flaps are slightly whitish.

The porcelain-white neck was glistening with sweat.

It sank under the collar of the dark black pajamas.

Gradually, it became cold.

There is no temperature all over the body.

Sit for a while.

Wen Nanye raised his hand and pinched the sore eyebrows, his fingertips ran along the roots of his forehead, brushed them behind his head, turned over and got out of bed, grabbed the cigarette case at the head of the bed, walked to the window, and opened the window.

Cold air pours into the neckline.

A sudden drop in body temperature.

He didn't seem to feel it, lowered his eyes, shook the cigarette case, lowered his head and bit out a cigarette, slid off the lighter familiarly, the light blue firelight was swaying by the wind, he held it with one hand, visible to the naked eye, the hand was trembling slightly.

The firelight is set off, and the long eyelashes are faintly clouded under the eyes.

Finally ignited.

Take a deep breath, raise your jawline slightly, and spit out smoke into the night sky.

Here we go again -

This dream.

In the past twenty years, he has been constantly appearing in his dreams, like haunted by evil spirits, and he can't get rid of them.

The heart beat extremely heavy in his chest, and there was a bit of pain in his mouth.

Wen Nanye closed his eyes fiercely.

Adam's apple rolling.

Healers do not heal themselves.

After so many years, he couldn't heal himself.

After standing at the window for a long time, his limbs almost frozen and stiff, he gradually came back to his senses and had a real feeling of being alive.

Turning around, he walked to the bedside table and picked up his phone.

3:40 a.m.

Text messages are marked with a red dot.

He clicked in.

It was sent at around 10 o'clock last night.

Qin Yi: "You're not in Ningcheng, my mother still wants to surprise you, it's a pity, I'll see you later, oh yes, I met a very beautiful little girl downstairs today, and suddenly I felt that Ningcheng was also very good." 」

Wen Nanye's hand holding the mobile phone suddenly tightened.

The color of the eyes was instantly stained with gloom.

A few minutes later, he grabbed his phone and went into the bathroom, threw it on the sink, turned on the shower, and the cold water ran down his hair.

I can faintly see that my chest is still rising and falling.

As if he felt that the airtight suffocation could not be suppressed, he opened his eyes, looked at his mobile phone through the water curtain, turned off the shower, and held the mobile phone, trembling slightly.

It's late.

But he felt like he's—

——

in the house.

An orange desk lamp was on, and he was not wearing a white silk nightgown with suspenders, sitting at his desk, with an iPad and a pen tablet on the table.

She held the pen in her hand and kept revising the artwork.

On the screen, the man's face is delicate and delicate, the corners of his mouth are arced, he is biting a cigarette, his upper body is bare, his chest muscles and abdominal muscles are perfectly connected, and the texture lines are beautiful.

Shi Wei stared at the painting, and his cheeks became hotter and hotter.

She had a rare insomnia.

It's all to blame for that voice......

After listening to it, my spirits were extremely invigorated.

simply picked up the lights and fought at night, and took out the pen tablet at the bottom of the box at home to dry.

Painted and painted, he became what he was.

The picture is stimulating, the drowsiness is even more festering, and the adrenaline is constantly surging.

Although her painting skills are perfect enough, she can't depict his innate amazing skin and temperament, and she always lacks some heat.

She was a little irritable.

Grabbing the water cup and sipping.

With a sigh, he simply put down his pen.

"Ding—"

The WeChat video prompt echoed in the quiet room, and Shi Wei turned his head sideways, and was stunned when he saw his note.

Swipe your hand faster than your brain to answer.