Yan Qi's hand touched Shuang'er's waist, as if scratching, making Shuang'er feel comfortable and tight, and there was a wooden peg under his body, which was even more ecstatic.

Shuang'er was very uncomfortable, and full of longing, her beautiful eyes glanced at Yan Qi like water, her red lips were delicate, although she wanted to, she didn't know how to cooperate with Yan Qi at all.

Yan Qi is a veteran, he picked up Shuang'er and went to Shuang'er's room to play in the water.

Shuang'er fell into it and couldn't extricate himself, with an inexplicable desire in his heart, hugging Yan Qi's neck tightly, his body pressed against his broad chest, hoping to melt and get in.

She opened the door gently, and through the narrow gap, she just saw An Qing painting in the hall, and she was so shocked that she quickly closed the door.

In the hall, An Qing heard the voice, looked back upstairs with beautiful eyes, thought for a while, a narrow smile appeared on the corner of her red mouth, and she whispered: "I have the heart to be a thief, but what are you shy?" ”

She didn't shy away from it, holding a brush and painting leisurely.

Shuang'er snuggled in Yan Qi's arms, and the deer in her heart collided: "Brother Qi, Sister Qing is outside, I look disheveled, how can I get out?" Shame is also ashamed. ”

According to Yan Qi's temperament, at this time, the arrow is on the string, do you care if she is ashamed or not? But thinking of Shuang'er's gentle and lovely nature, I still have to cool her inner feelings.

Yan Qi held Shuang'er in his arms and felt Shuang'er's body squirm gently: "Then what should I do?" Or...... Never mind? ”

"Don't!"

Shuang'er's beautiful eyes were shy, holding Yan Qi's refreshing cheeks with both hands, exhaling like an orchid, although shy, she said very firmly: "I want to be the woman of the seventh brother, if you want me, I can not worry, and I feel that I have a ...... to rely on in this life."

This little girl is not only pure, but also so enthusiastic.

Brother Seven, I like it!

Now, if you can't get out, it's better to solve it on the spot.

Although there is no bed, Seventh Brother has a way.

Yan Qi smiled evilly, rolled up Shuang'er's close-fitting skirt, gently, slowly, supported Shuang'er's soft waist, and sat down little by little.

Shuang'er's face was like fire, a little painful, and even more indescribably comfortable, and he couldn't help but clamp his hips and squirm, and spit out babbling music from his red lips......

An Qing wrote, and a picture of a pond lotus flower was vividly outlined.

However, An Qing looked at the lotus picture in front of her, but sighed faintly, held the brush, and did not start writing for a long time.

"There is no form and no god, the appearance is detached, how can this lotus picture be drawn, is it just to give up halfway?"

As for this lotus picture, An Qing has been painting for three years, and she has devoted herself to it, but the more she cares, the more her inspiration is dry.

Ay!

An Qing threw the pen aside, held her cheeks in her hand, and was in a daze.

In his mind, Yan Qi's evil smiling face appeared.

"This guy behaves very differently, he is even bolder than me, hugging and hugging Shuang'er in front of me, Qingqing and me, don't you care about secular etiquette?"

"Now it's even more excessive, knowing that I'm painting below, I still have to do those mandarin ducks playing in the water, those scholars can't do such dirty things, Yan Qi's skin is thick, three points thicker than me."

Thinking of this, An Qingmei looked upstairs with beautiful eyes, and the corners of her red mouth outlined an indifferent smile, not only did she not feel that her eyes were dirty, but she was a little yearning for Yan Qi's style of acting.

Suddenly, there was a subdued and flattering cry from upstairs.

The cry was disorderly, but the voice was delicate, echoing in An Qing's ears.

An Qing's cheeks flushed slightly: "Seventh brother, you have trained Shuang'er so boldly, and your methods can be called the best in the world." There was no bed in that room, how could the twins bear it? ”

She didn't shy away from it at all, she listened intently, felt the ups and downs of babbling, and conjured up a beautiful picture in her mind.

She glanced at the lotus flower again, and listened to the meandering and coquettish cry, the inspiration gushing out like a spring.

"The lotus flower is like a beauty, and the beauty is graceful under her knees, blooming delicately, and gorgeous and sublimated, which is the most beautiful moment."

An Qing twisted her plump buttocks happily, some cute little ones curled their red lips, and their beautiful eyes bloomed with a hot light.

I really didn't expect that after listening to the Spring Festival once, I found inspiration for painting.

Amazing! Wonderful!

An Qing did not dare to slack off, hurriedly grabbed the brush, listened to the sound of nature, felt the winding path of the tactful Chenghuan, the pen is like a god, a lotus flower jumped on the paper, the spirit appeared, at a glance, the lotus flower fluttered in the water, as if alive.

Just after Shuang'er let out a high-pitched long groan, the sound of heaven came to an abrupt end, and An Qing also put the finishing touches and waved the last stroke.

"It's done!"

An Qing threw away the brush and looked at the delicate and expressive lotus picture, and her heart was overjoyed.

"I didn't expect that the lotus picture, which I had been thinking about for three years and was inspired, was inspired by listening to a song of spring night singing."

An Qing yearned: "Insight into world affairs, can refine articles, painting is also average, women have not experienced personnel, do not know the taste of men, all day long or sad spring and autumn, or pure as the sun, or high and low, how can we refine the inspiration in the painting?" ”

She glanced at the candle, burned more than half of it, and calculated the time, Shuang'er's heavenly sound sang for half an hour.

"Brother Seven is so powerful? Shuang'er has found a treasure. ”

Thinking of these filthy things, An Qing couldn't help but blush for a while, I always think about what Brother Seven is doing? It's not my man, it's a shame.

Squeak!

After a long time, the upstairs door finally opened.

Shuang'er's cheeks are delicate and red, like peach blossoms blooming in March, and they are incomparably beautiful.

Nourished by love, although the whole person is lazy and tired, there is a sense of joy in his bones, which can be captured at a glance.

An Qing beckoned to Shuang'er: "Sister Shuang'er, come on, the lotus picture I have been thinking about for three years is finally completed today." ”

"Really?"

Shuang'er was also very surprised, taking small steps, anxious to go down to enjoy the lotus picture, but did not expect to walk in a hurry, just took a step, covered his lower abdomen, and couldn't straighten his waist in pain.

Her eyes were full of shyness, and she glanced at Yan Qi coquettishly: "Seventh brother, you support me." ”

An Qing quipped: "Why can't Shuang'er walk?" ”

"This ......"

Shuang'er blushed to the root of her ears: "I...... I'm having my period. ”

An Qing smiled and said nothing.

Shuang'er looked at An Qing's beautiful eyes with a smile, and knew that An Qing had already guessed what she and Yan Qi had done, and she was ashamed for a while.

However, thinking of An Qing's down-and-out and generous temperament, Shuang'er can still bear it, even if he is shy, he has to give his body to Seventh Brother.

Only in this way can the dream come true.

Yan Qi helped Shuang'er to go downstairs slowly, and when he saw the lotus picture, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Miss Xiaoqing is really talented, this lotus picture is lifelike, vivid, not only delicate and realistic, but also full of soul, such a masterpiece, ten thousand gold will not be changed, Xiaoqing, you sent it." ”

He never leaves the line in three sentences, and only has money in his eyes.

Shuang'er was also amazed.

"Seventh brother's eyes are like torches, and Seventh Brother said that it is good, then this painting must be good."

An Qing pursed her lips and smiled.

Yan Qi's comment was extremely accurate, and it seemed that under his uninhibited appearance, he did have a talented heart.

Yan Qi looked at the lotus picture and shook his head slightly: "However, although the lotus flower is beautiful, it lacks something to embellish." ”

An Qingmei's eyes blinked, as if smiling: "Seventh brother thinks something is missing?" ”

……