You're forcing me to be reborn, right?

This was the first time Cheng Zhu saw Hu Yan without black-rimmed glasses. Her pair of black-rimmed glasses were very large, covering less than half of her face, and the lenses were also very thick. It seemed that she had a very high prescription. She likes to shrink her body slightly and lower her head. Coupled with such a pair of glasses, sometimes people can't see her face clearly. It gives people the feeling that her glasses are her real body. Cheng Sui suddenly reached out and took off her glasses, which shocked her and her heartbeat began to speed up inexplicably. From a certain perspective, this can be regarded as an indirect physical contact." And Cheng Zhu's words after taking off his glasses, "Looking at it this way, it doesn't look like it." It was even more like a bomb detonating in the small living room. burst. The previous series of embarrassing atmosphere seemed to be burning at this moment!

They were burned out, but the temperature kept rising!

What's more important is that after she lost her glasses, as she was highly myopic, everything in front of her eyes began to become blurry. The world became unreal at this moment, and her actually pretty eyes also revealed a sense of confusion at this moment. Does the heroine in the comic look like the painter Hu Yan who wears glasses?

The bodies are almost the same, but the faces are actually not that similar.

But what if you take off your glasses?

It did feel a bit like it again all of a sudden.

It’s just self-deception.

"Boss, I, you, I, and she are starting to be a little incoherent. Die, I really would rather just die. Paint the boss as the male protagonist, and you can still make some quibbles.

The heroine has so many of her own characteristics, so she really has no choice but to show them off. What's even more fatal is that the next moment she heard the chuckle of a certain dog man. "Hey, it turns out you have a small mole in the corner of your eye. Let me see what's on the face of the heroine in the painting." No... "Boss, no! No! Hu Yan, who had lost his glasses, started to grab the tablet in a panic. She drew the picture, so she naturally knew whether it was there or not.

There must be some!

If even such a detail is "human and comic", then it is really impossible to argue. During the snatching process, Cheng Zhu was left speechless by her.

After Hu Yan lost her glasses, she was like a half-blind person. She almost accidentally scratched Cheng Zhu's face with her fingernails. Good guy, you can't leave any marks on your face!

He ducked sideways, but his shoulder knocked her onto the sofa.

Hu Yan, whose sense of shame was about to break through the sky, still wanted to snatch it away.

This mole of love tears is fatal evidence!

Helpless, Cheng Zhu directly stretched out his big hands, grabbed her wrists, and restrained her hard. He could feel a soft touch through the thick sweater. Hu Yan's slightly chubby figure could easily give people a feeling of softness all over his body. People's physiques are different. Some people's flesh is naturally softer when pinched, while some people's flesh is naturally harder. There will be a huge difference in touch.

Obviously, Hu Yan is definitely the former, and he is the king of the former!

She really gave people the feeling that "women are made of water". Lying on the sofa, Hu Yan's hands were tightly restrained by Cheng Zhu. At this moment, her whole body became even redder.

Hu Yan's mind went blank. His round and plump thighs were tightly clamped together and were still trembling slightly. The ambiguous experience between men and women at this moment was something she had never experienced before.

The theoretical knowledge of Wanqian that I have seen on the Internet, and the videos and comics of Wanqian that I have browsed are all useless at this moment. What is virtual is virtual, and what is real is real!

There is always a discrepancy between everything you make up in your head and the reality. She suddenly felt that she had no strength all over her body, and she really collapsed on the sofa like a puddle of mud. His blurred eyes began to become more and more blurred, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

There seemed to be a sense of breathlessness in her nose. The instinct of the human body made her involuntarily open her plump lips slightly and breathe through her mouth. "Self-saving Hu Yan's upper hand was slightly clenched, and it was currently placed on her lower abdomen."

This also meant that Cheng Zhu's two big hands holding her wrists were also placed on her flat belly after lying down. The loose-fitting sweatshirt is very thick and has fleece on the inside, so it is enough for her to wear alone at home. Even though she was wearing thick clothes, her body temperature was already frighteningly hot, but she had a very unscientific illusion. She thought: "The boss's hands are so hot! So, is it Cheng Zhu's hands that are hot?"

The dog man looked at the scene in front of him and felt that things were getting more interesting!

The drizzle outside seems to have become heavier at this moment.

The rain was beating against the glass window of Kanhu Yan's house, making bursts of comforting sound.

The rain is getting heavier, the rain is getting heavier... Cheng Zhu no longer controlled the wrist that looked at Hu Yan with both hands.

He transformed into holding her two small hands tightly with one hand.

The moment Hand Xue and Hand Xue came into contact, Hu Yan's physique, which could be called the Innate Chao Yun Holy Body, actually became even more popular. Cheng Zhu just grabbed her hands with one hand and lifted them up.

This made her lie there like this, and then raised her arms high above her head, so that her hands were firmly pinned to the sofa by Cheng Zhu. The dog man's right hand picked up the tablet at this moment and placed it on the sofa cushion, and... placed it directly next to her face! Yes, he actually put it directly next to her face like this, openly comparing it!

There are moles. "He said: "There are tear moles in the corners of my eyes, both on the left eye. "

Cheng Zhu leaned down like this, looking at her face without the obstructive black-rimmed glasses for a while, and then looking at the tablet, continuing to openly compare! The two of them were so close that even if she was highly myopic, she could basically see his face clearly. Even Hu Yan felt that he could feel the aura of the sponsor's father. Die, really die like this. She didn't expect that she would experience such human torture in her own home!

Lying on the sofa, he raised his hands above his head, and then his palms were pressed firmly on the sofa by the man's big hands. The tablet was placed next to her face. He looked at her teasingly for a while, and then looked at the tablet teasingly again. His playful eyes made the shame in her heart really overflow.

There was so much overflow.

But what she felt at this moment was not only shame, but also many unspeakable, even unspeakable feelings. Hu Yan has always admitted that she is a shy girl, she has always admitted it. The wonderful experience at this moment really made her feel like she was going completely crazy.

As Cheng Zhu muttered, the atmosphere continued to rise, "To sum up, it is obvious that the male protagonist in the painting is me and the female protagonist is you.

"Hu Xinyan, Hu Xinyan, what do you want to do when you draw something like this?" He even deliberately started calling her by her real name: "What do you want to do?"

Based on the way the two of them chatted in the past, they both knew that the other person was a talker.

Therefore, Hu Yan, who had always slightly opened his full lips, now used that soft and waxy voice, as if a sentence was flowing out of his mouth.

Boss, stop making puns, I, I... Her words could be said to have pierced the last layer of window paper. Hu Yan was lying on the sofa like this, feeling uncomfortable all over and beginning to become slightly dehydrated. In Cheng Zhu's eyes, her body formed a word at this moment.

"think".

"Why is her tongue a little thicker and softer than ordinary people?" Cheng Zhu was a little confused. To be honest, when he first started making QQ underwear and then started looking for suitable painters online, he had no superfluous ideas and just wanted to make money. It was beyond his expectation that things would develop like this.

And Cheng Zhu felt that Hu Yanmu himself was mainly responsible!

She has always felt that they are netizens who will never meet in this life anyway. The two of them chatted so well on the street, and their spirits were so compatible. It must be a big chat! If you talk too much, your relationship will deteriorate.

Of course, if we don't meet offline, then everything is easy to deal with. Even if we meet offline, if one of the two people has a problem with their appearance and figure, then it's easy to say. But the problem is that there is no problem!

The most fatal thing is that Hu Yan's body threshold is really too low. Her body doesn't seem to understand what it means to be patient. It was as if her lips were separated at this moment, and she was still unable to breathe through her nose, and was in a state of mouth breathing. Although his tongue didn't stick out, the tip of his tongue was just touching his lower lip.

A good one who doesn't reveal anything.

Women are atmosphere animals and can be moved by the atmosphere very much. Due to work needs, Hu Yan can always think about and imagine some messy things, but can these compare with the real atmosphere? Just the touch of lips and tongues already made her feel addicted.

It turns out that kissing is like this. ． ． ． Of course, this is also because Cheng Zhu created the atmosphere well and pushed it up layer by layer. She even feels a little lost now.

But she didn't know that her expression and demeanor at this moment were beginning to be somewhat close to her painting titled "Licking the Rich Dad, No Shame". The rain continued to fall outside the window, occasionally accompanied by thunder. Cheng Zhu had obviously checked the weather forecast before coming to the Magic City. It had not rained in the past few days. It can only be said that there is a bit of metaphysics in me. Whenever I want something like that, it will rain. When their mouths touched again, Cheng Zhu had already released his big hands holding Hu Yan's hands. But she seemed to be frozen, her hands were still together, and her arms were still raised above her head. Her body was obviously soft, but she felt stiff.

Except for the mouth and tongue, the rest of the body was extremely stiff, as if it had been petrified. It was unable to make any big movements, only some very small movements. For example, knees rubbed against each other, buttocks rubbed against the sofa, and toes curled. With Cheng Zhu's kissing skills, she had already begun to enter a moderate state of dehydration.

"Going to the bedroom?" Cheng Zhu lowered his head and asked.

Hu Yan didn't speak, but raised her chin slightly. Her small movements revealed her inner thoughts. She still wanted to kiss him, really wanted to. This otaku painter was really the same as what she said.

No wonder my body is so hot now and my feelings are running high.

At this moment, footsteps and vague conversations came from outside the door.

In such a small apartment, there is not only one house on each floor. The place Hu Yan rents is equivalent to one floor divided into three households, and there are people living upstairs and downstairs. There are footsteps and voices at the door. The sound of voices is extremely normal. But don’t forget that Hu Yan’s special characteristics will change drastically when there are more people around her!

It was obvious that although she was now more sluggish and her brain was blanker than before, she still heard the movement from the outside world. In an instant, the red color started to get darker and her whole body shrank slightly.

But the dog man was not going to let this moment go.

On her loose sweatshirt, the outline of a big hand gradually appeared, and then as the big hand moved upward, the outline of an arm began to appear on the sweatshirt. The protective shield was very tight, and Cheng Zhu didn't even think about untying her shield now.

Like a pastry chef, he started kneading the dough.

Every experienced pastry chef has his own unique dough kneading skills, which is also a science.

The sound outside the door disappeared at this moment, and it seemed that the two people living upstairs had already gone upstairs.

But now Hu Yan on the sofa was completely defeated.

The dehydration is getting worse.

Throughout the day today, similar words flashed through her mind countless times to express the shame and anger in her heart: Die, die now. However, at this moment, she is real. Got killed!

On the sofa in the living room, the two "entangled" like this for a long time, and finally entered the bedroom.

Cheng Zhu always felt that he should look for the main battlefield at the beginning, not a small map like the sofa. This kind of small map that can't be used freely is suitable for the follow-up, not for the beginning. He knew that the otaku painter was like a succubus at heart. , but in fact it can be regarded as unmanned. The first experience of love can't be on a little shabby sofa, right?

Hu Yan's body was really weak and as limp as a puddle of mud, so she was picked up by Cheng Zhu. A man's physical fitness can be well reflected at this moment.

But before picking her up, Cheng Zhu opened his handbag and took out the folder. There is a thick stack of A4 papers in the folder, all of which are the self-portraits of Hu Yan that he printed out. At this moment, Hu Yan is still immersed in the afterglow of just now. He has no idea that his sponsor father actually brought his own equipment. , and secretly took out the equipment at this moment. After carrying Hu Yan into the bedroom, Cheng Zhu looked around a few times.

After all, this is a rented house, so there is nothing unique about the decoration style.

There are just a lot of comic books stacked on the big cabinet. There are probably hundreds of comics in the room alone. The room was not big, and the small wardrobe might not be able to hold many clothes, so she also bought a portable wardrobe, the one with wheels underneath, so the clothes and hangers could be hung directly on the pole. Cheng Zhu saw his own products at a glance and saw the gray turtleneck backless sweater.

Speaking of which, this product is very suitable for such a slightly chubby woman.

In other words, it is too suitable for big fat butts!

If a slightly fat person wears it, the effect will be much better than that of a dry and pimpled figure. Nothing else but moisturizing!

Hu Yan was lying on her big bed. For some reason, she actually felt a little strange about the bed in her bedroom today. Since Cheng Zhu had taken off her thick and big black-framed glasses, she couldn't see Cheng Zhu's movements clearly and wondered what her sponsor father was doing at the moment. He seemed to be opening something and looking at it, Hu Yan saw a pile of papers being thrown onto the bed by Cheng one by one!

Yes, Cheng Zhu scattered these self-portraits on the bed and scattered them messily around! Each self-portrait has a different expression, a different look, and a different movement. Hu Yan turned his head slightly and glanced at the one closest to his face.

This picture was sent to Cheng Zhu when she went to Hangzhou. She threw the hotel pillow in front of the full-length mirror, then put on her bathrobe and knelt on the pillow, looking at the self-painting drawn in the full-length mirror. The painter instantly became I felt even more dizzy. I didn't expect that things would unfold like this. The shame spread in her heart again, but she was still a little excited in her bones.

Yes, just excited!

A very complicated emotion grew deep in her heart, and her body began to tremble slightly again. Cheng Zhu just stood on the edge of the bed, looking down at the scene in front of him.

One after another, self-portraits of different styles are scattered messily, occupying most of the space on the bed. And in the middle of the bed, the person in the painting was lying!

The visual impact and visual enjoyment this can bring are absolutely unparalleled!

And these self-portraits are not just for decoration.

He used it to let Hu Yan restore it one to one later!

Of course, this is a follow-up matter.

Lips touched again, and Cheng Zhu skillfully untied the steel buckle on her back this time. During the first rain, the counselor became Guan Yuan.

In the second rain, Ye Zi is the bartender and Cheng Zhu is the bartender.

The third rain, you are an illustrator, and I am also an illustrator. After Hu Yan closed his eyes tightly, Cheng Zhu began to capsize in the gutter.

Maybe, have you heard a song?

A weird song that became a hit all over the world.

Of course, tonight has nothing to do with the bizarre content of this song, but only its title. It's called "Fox Crying." Honglu and Shuyuan Zhu felt that Hu Yan was really an interesting person. Her fleshy feeling was the pain that she felt all over her body just now, which made Hu Yan's chaotic brain regain some clarity. Her rationality had completely dissipated just now, and she was dominated by human instincts at this moment. When my eyes couldn't help but shed tears, I began to wonder why it became like this? But thinking about it carefully, it seems that the main responsibility lies entirely on myself.

As her body gradually adapted and a deep kiss with a sense of suffocation was given, the only remaining rationality of Hu Yan collapsed again in an instant. The happiness that Cheng Zhu brought her was something she could not provide by herself at home. Those were two completely different feelings. The bad man began to feel puzzled: "Fuck, you are not really a fox, are you?"

People who don't understand Hu Yan's goodness are in trouble. Ordinary people: orzHu Yan: or2Cheng Zhu: or2-jHu Yan wanted to grab something from time to time, so that the A4 paper closer to her hand began to suffer from her turmoil. Several pieces of paper were grabbed by her unconsciously, and the paper was very wrinkled. But it seemed that what was left on each piece of paper was not wrinkles, but Cheng Zhu's medals of honor.

In fact, the scene in the bedroom at this moment was a bit similar to the action in a self-portrait. Hu Yan knelt down and looked at the papers around her at this moment. She was actually a little dazed.

Have I sent so many paintings to the boss? "

Thinking carefully, it seems that she not only sent all the new works, but also took the initiative to put her hands on the old works. Of course, these thoughts were soon erased, because she soon lost her mind again, and the whole person began to fall, and then fell into the clouds in the sky. Cheng Zhu felt that there was actually a formation hidden in the swamp. If you were trapped in it, you couldn't get out. This formation could also vibrate waves of mysterious ripples, emitting subtle vibrations and resonances.

The reason why the dog man can become a dog man must be that he has his own capital. If it were an ordinary person, how could he defeat the formation of this slightly fat fox? In this way, the formation was activated again and again.

The song called "Fox Call" was played over and over again. Fox Yan was already seriously dehydrated, and he could lose weight when he stepped on the scale." Women are indeed made of water.

Her special physique can actually bring great psychological accomplishment to men. This is an incomparable experience.

In these scattered self-portraits, Cheng Zhu asked her to restore 4 of them for herself today.

Almost all of them are restored one to one.

Now, the two returned to the starting point, and the painter lay flat.

Cheng Zhu leaned over and began to kiss the female painter who loved to kiss, and her hands tightly hugged Cheng Zhu's back.

Then she trembled and hugged tighter and tighter, tighter and tighter!

The round and plump legs also stuck to Cheng Zhu's waist, and the leg meat was also trembling! At the last moment, he wanted to stop, but found that he couldn't get out at all! There was no way, he could only engrave his own hot runes in the formation on the inner wall of the swamp. At this moment, the slightly fat fox began to make some strange sounds in his mouth, as if he was talking, but it seemed not to be, and no one could understand the fox's words. Nonsense.

(ps: A skilled two-in-one chapter, I won't say much and ask for monthly tickets!!!)