Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

His face was still very hot, and he kept sticking to her. She was a little uncomfortable and wanted to break away, but he pressed her so strongly that she couldn't move.

After a long time, he picked her up with one hand, lifted her off the sofa, and walked towards the piano.

He put her on the piano cover, tidyed her hair, and released another button.

"I want to draw you." His forehead touched her, his voice hoarse.

Qin Chen hugged him with slender hands, "The canvas is in the storage room."

Lan Yu's eyes were tight, and then he went to get the tools.

She thought he would paint like this, but he unbuttoned the shirt.

"No." She was drunk, but still not drunk completely unaware, she could not accept such a measure.

She covered her neckline with her fingers and bit her lip, "I don't want this."

But Lan Yu wanted to paint her, madly.

He hasn't painted for a long, long time. Since the auction closed a few years ago, he hasn't done it.

She seduce him to paint again tonight, this time, he will paint all of her, only his own collection.

Qin Chen was unwilling, so he coaxed her and even used his body to lure her.

At last she agreed, and she lay on the top of the precious piano, all white and clean.

The entanglement of black and white is the most advanced.

Every inch of her is perfect and it makes people crazy.

A frenzy flashed in Lan Yu's eyes, and he began to create--

Because his right hand was injured, he painted imperfectly and many lines were distorted.

But he drew her charm, the naivety and shyness in her eyes.

This night, he spent three hours painting her, and Qin Chen fell asleep lying there.

The people in his paintings are also asleep, their faces are flushed, their bodies are relaxed, and even the corners of their mouths are slightly raised.

Lan Yu looked at the painting, and his once-dead mind came back to life.

He was with Qin Chen, many times he felt that he had forced her to force her, and she was unhappy.

But at this time, he felt that she was actually satisfied and happy.

Her happiness is hidden too deep and too deep, belonging to the part of the deep memory.

Lan Yu stood in front of the piano, gently stroked her lips, and smiled slightly.

He kissed her and carried her back to the bedroom.

In her bed, he wanted her.

Asking her inch by inch, clear and hard...

When she woke up, he kissed her and lingered with her, and he told her he was Lan Yu.

No one else, but Lan Yu.

In her tears, he carved himself in her body and also in her soul.

It seems that the drunkenness has receded a lot, and her eyes are a little more rational, but how much sober can be kept in the madness of the night?

One night's indulgence made Lan Yu sleep a little late, and when he woke up, he was empty around him.

He opened his eyes and looked around, there was nothing around him.

It's just that the end of the nose smells of coffee, that is Qin Chen making coffee.

Lan Yu closed his eyes, almost thinking that he was back in time, back to the person who loved coffee.

He lifted the quilt and got up into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror.

There are slender scratches on the neck and heart...

She didn't have this problem before.

Now whether he is rude or gentle, she likes to catch him, and especially... can't bear it.

As soon as he touched, she was...excited.

Lan Yu thought happily as she brushed her teeth. In fact, she looked a lot brighter than before, but she didn't admit it.

It is really cute.

[Slowly make up, I can’t write the bird~~]