What to do!

What to do!

Song Sining's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't wait to jump directly from the sixth floor.

On the elevator of the villa, he heard the sound of the elevator going down rapidly, and his heart was beating like crazy, but even then he felt that it was too slow, too slow.......

The picture book was placed on his desk, in a very conspicuous position, if Qi Fangyan opened the picture book on a whim, then all Song Sining's disguises would be shattered.

What cold and noble young master? What's nasty? What torture?

Qi Fangyan will know that he is gay, and he will also know that the person he covets is him.

As for Qi Fangyan's attitude, Song Sining didn't dare to think about it, even he felt that this matter was too dirty, he didn't know what kind of collapse Qi Fangyan would have if he saw it.

Song Sining clenched his hands and his nails sunk deep in his palms, forcing himself to calm down.

He kept praying that Qi Fangyan didn't see it, and at the same time he racked his brains to think about his words, trying to come up with a reason as good as the last tablet video, but this time it was obviously not as easy to fool the past as last time.

The painting book was placed on his desk, and his signature was in the lower right corner of the painting, as long as Qi Fangyan saw it, then he couldn't push it off.

When she arrived on the second floor, Aunt Hu pushed Song Sining to the bedroom door and said, "Young Master, it's here." ”

The bedroom door was closed, Song Sining's hand was on the doorknob, and his heart was about to jump out of his mouth, but when it really came, he hesitated to open the door.

Aunt Hu stood behind Song Sining and looked at Song Sining puzzled.

Song Sining was in a hurry to go downstairs just now, Aunt Hu thought that something was urgent, and she was also panicked and sweaty along the way, but now that she had arrived at the door of the room, Song Sining was not in a hurry to go in.

"Young Master?" Aunt Hu shouted in a low voice to remind him.

Song Sining's jaw muscles tightened, and he turned his head sideways and said to Aunt Hu, "Aunt Hu, you don't have to come in." ”

"Okay."

Song Sining took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

There was a faint push and pull sound from the door, Song Sining's wheelchair slid into the room, he unconsciously held his breath, trying his best to distinguish the sound in the bedroom, but except for the wind of the air conditioner, he couldn't hear any sound in the bedroom.

Song Sining was nervous and was about to speak, when the door slammed behind him, Song Sining was startled and turned his head suddenly.

At the same time, a familiar chuckle sounded ahead.

Song Sining clutched the armrest of the wheelchair and shouted, "Qi Fangyan." ”

Qi Fangyan's voice sounded slowly: "En? ”

"What are you doing?" Song Sining asked with a pant.

"Look at the scenery."

It was already evening, the sunset was spreading the warm yellow light, the group in the garden was watering the flowers and plants, and the air was scattered with golden droplets, Qi Fangyan leaned on the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands on his chest, his body was reflected in the thin light, his eyes crossed the balcony, and he looked at the scenery in the garden.

Song Sining didn't dare to relax a little, and asked again: "What scenery?" ”

"The view from the balcony." Qi Fangyan turned his head to look at Song Sining, and asked rhetorically, "Otherwise?" ”

Sensing Qi Fangyan's calm tone, Song Sining's chest was a little softer, but his heart was still bottomless, he concealed his weakness and raised his voice, and asked Qi Fangyan: "Who let you enter my room casually?" ”

Song Sining was unreasonable, Qi Fangyan raised his eyebrows and said, "What Young Master Song said in the morning has been forgotten now?" ”

“............”

Qi Fangyan raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist: "We made an appointment at five o'clock, and now it's five twenty-five, and you are fifteen minutes late." ”

Song Sining didn't have the heart to answer Qi Fangyan's words, he moved the wheelchair to the desk, pretended to touch the edge of the desk with his hand, and his fingers moved forward inch by inch, touching a familiar texture.

The rough cover of the vellum, in a familiar position, the picture book is closed.

The tense force in his body suddenly loosened, and Song Sining's hand hung down from the desk.

Qi Fangyan didn't wait for Song Sining's reply, squinted his eyes and looked at him and asked, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Song Sining was still in the mood to talk about things now, and said in a tired voice: "Forget, you go back first." ”

Qi Fangyan smiled when he heard this, and said, "What about me?" ”

Song Sining was so tired that he was almost speechless, he just wanted Qi Fangyan to go out first, and be quiet alone, he was gracious and recognized it.

Qi Fangyan said yes and took two steps forward, but instead of walking towards the door, he stopped in front of Song Sining.

He looked down at Song Shining condescendingly and said, "But I have one thing to say. ”

Song Sining's heartbeat, which had just slowed down, became faster again, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Qi Fangyan bent down and looked directly at Song Sining, the corners of his mouth hooked up and said, "I heard Aunt Hu say that you are about to have eye surgery, I remember that you and I have known each other for almost a month, aren't you curious about what I look like?" ”

Qi Fangyan had just taken a bath, his hair was half dry, and after looking at each other at such a close distance, the refreshing smell on his body permeated Song Sining's nasal cavity.

Song Sining was full of alarm bells, his hand holding the handrail was so hard that it was about to break, his Adam's apple kept trembling, and he could feel Qi Fangyan looking at him through the white veil.

He had seen Qi Fangyan's eyes, sharp and sharp, like a sharp blade that could instantly shatter his false disguise, peel off his filthy soul, open his filthy heart, and expose it to the sun, so that all those filthy and evil thoughts could be laid out for him to see clearly, and there was nothing to hide.

Song Sining's heart was suffocated, and he forced a breath and said, "What's curious, I don't care what you look like at all." ”

Qi Fangyan's eyes swept over Song Sining's face inch by inch, and said with a smile in his tone: "In case I look very ugly and you are scared when you open your eyes, you must blame me, why don't you let you touch it now?" ”

Without waiting for Song Sining to react, Qi Fangyan pressed his hand.

Song Sining was shocked, as if he had been burned, he shook off his hand and said, "I said I don't care!" ”

Qi Fangyan's hand was thrown aside and he didn't get angry, and asked again: "Really?" ”

Qi Fangyan's few words were about to drive Song Sining crazy, Song Sining's face turned red, he raised his hand and pointed to the door and said sharply: "I don't care!" You get me out now! ”

Song Sining has always been cold and self-controlled, and rarely has such a gaffe.

Qi Fangyan raised his eyebrows, seeing Song Sining's angry appearance, he slowly put away the smile on his face, and when he straightened up, there was no expression on his face.

"You trick me once, I pay you back once, and the two are clear." Qi Fangyan said without waves.

The bedroom door opened and slammed shut.

Song Sining sat in place for a few seconds, and suddenly rushed to the desk, he looked like a drug addict, his face was like paper, his chest rose and fell violently, and his fingers trembled and touched the picture book.

The stiffness of his body and he couldn't even bend his fingers, the pens, paper, bottles and cans on the table were knocked to the ground, Song Sining kept clenching his fists and relaxing, his fingers touched the sketchbook over and over again, trying to distinguish the difference between the sketchbook and the previous one.

No, neither........

Whether it is the position, or the bookmark that Song Shining put on, or the folds on the picture book, there is no change.

Unless Qi Fangyan carefully restores the scene, it won't be exactly the same

Qi Fangyan is not a careful person, if he really reads the painting book, it is impossible to restore everything, and he has no reason to pretend to be stupid, and there is no reason to restore it........

Song Sining panicked and kept comforting himself like this, but even so, he was still nervous and afraid.

What Qi Fangyan said just now was very strange, which made Song Sining like a frightened bird.

He was terrified, scared, scared......

He was afraid that Qi Fangyan would see the contents of the album, see his unsightly thoughts about him, and see that his noble and indifferent appearance was actually filled with dirty and dirty thoughts.

Those thoughts stink, rot, and disgusting!

If Qi Fangyan saw it, he would definitely hate him with his character, and he wouldn't want to look at him.

Song Sining hugged the album tightly, as if he was hugging a piece of cold ice, his body was cold, his forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and his face was bloodless like a dying man, but even so he still didn't let go.

In fact, this album not only depicts the sunny, wanton Qi Fangyan in the wheat field, but also paints Song Sining's dark and charming dreams.

In the dream, Song Sining's desire for Qi Fangyan could no longer be hidden, like vines breaking through the ground drilled out of his heart, bypassing his skin inch by inch, the vines wrapped around his neck, bound his thighs, and wrapped his whole body.

The vines kept tightening, and he kept suffocating, and he kept trembling.

Some are by the sea, some are in the snow, and some are on rainy nights.......

Qi Fangyan would hug him, kiss him, clasp his hands, kiss every inch of his body, and finally press on his body.......

The picture is dirty and explicit, and there is no half-concealment.

Song Sining was soaked every time he woke up from a dream, his hands and feet were numb, and his waist was soft and he couldn't move, as if he had a serious illness that made him obsessed and sinking.

Song Sining knew that it was wrong to draw these things, but he couldn't restrain himself.

I can't restrain my paintings, I can't restrain my looks, I can't restrain my thoughts.

Song Sining lowered his head a little and covered his face with his hands.

He felt that Qi Fangyan was right to hate him, he was too dirty.

It's really dirty.