The excitement in Ji Xingchen's eyes disappeared little by little, and she frowned and looked at him.

"You must be sick. If you don't want me to draw, just say it. Who are you to blame? I told you that I am with you because you are my husband. Do I seem to be such a person with no moral bottom line? Do you think I will follow you?

Like you, anyone can do it... Hmm!"

The rest of the words were stuck in her throat, and the burning touch on her lips made her heart palpitate.

Lu Yanbei narrowed his peach blossom eyes, raised his hand to hold her chin, and touched her lips.

We kissed from the bathroom to the living room and all the way to the bedroom.

The ground is in mess.

The bright moon hangs high and the branches sway wildly.

Ji Xingchen lay down tiredly, with the quilt covering half of his back, revealing his white and graceful shoulders and neck, and his long hair scattered like splashed ink.

Lu Yanbei was leaning against the window, holding a cigarette in one hand, as if he was satisfied. He dusted off the ashes and said jokingly: "Are you still painting?"

Ji Xingchen closed his eyes, opened them again, climbed up with his sore waist, "Paint!"

If she has sacrificed so much and the painting is not completed, it would be a huge loss.

Lu Yanbei put out his cigarette butt: "Okay."

Ji Xingchen tremblingly went to get the painting tools that he had not opened for a long time.

When he came back, Lu Yanbei was sitting on the sofa, his head slightly raised, his delicate facial features a little more affectionate.

His upper body was still naked, but there was a thin layer of sweat on it from just finishing exercise.

Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and said, "Where are you going to draw?"

The implication is what he needs to do.

Ji Xingchen said: "Just lie down on the sofa."

Lu Yanbei raised his eyelids, glanced at her lazily, then stretched his legs and changed direction.

Ji Xingchen walked over. At this moment, she was standing and Lu Yanbei was lying on his stomach.

Looking at the man's superior back line, Ji Xingchen inexplicably remembered what he looked like just now.

Ji Xingchen quickly stopped his thoughts and said with a slightly warm face: "Take off your pants a little bit."

Lu Yanbei sat up and pulled the edges of his fingers downwards.

Ji Xingchen: "You are a pervert, right? I want you to fade a little, not all of you, just half!"

Lu Yanbei paused and then slowly lifted it up.

It wasn't the first day that he knew that the eldest lady was difficult to take care of. It was just that he had been too hard on her just now, and he didn't bother to argue with her about it now.

Finally adjusting the angle that Ji Xingchen wanted, she took out a few paper towels from the side and carefully wiped the thin sweat on Lu Yanbei's body, as if she were treating a precious work of art.

A faint itching sensation came from his waist, and Lu Yanbei frowned.

Ji Xingchen didn't realize it, but he still carefully wiped every inch of the man's skin to ensure that it would not affect the direction of the brush when he was about to paint.

The room was quiet and calm, with only the low hum of the air conditioner. It was a bit cold, but she did not dare to raise the temperature. In the summer, she was afraid that Lu Yanbei would sweat from the heat.

Ji Xingchen mixed the paint and looked at the man's upper body, his heart beating like a drum.

Lu Yanbei is simply a disaster. With such a great figure, how can she concentrate on painting?

"How long are you going to keep whining?"

Ji Xingchen held the paintbrush and kept reminding himself that color is emptiness, when Lu Yanbei suddenly turned his head.

His eyes met hers.

"Tsk." The impatience in the man's eyes turned into a sneer: "Xingxing likes my body very much?"

Not long ago, she frankly said that she liked her very much, but why did the same words change in Lu Yanbei's mouth?

Becoming flirtatious and flirtatious.

Ji Xingchen blushed: "Turn around, I'm going to draw."

Lu Yanbei didn't embarrass her too much, he raised his eyebrows and lay down again.

He is actually quite sleepy. He has worked hard all day, exercised a lot just now, and has a morning meeting tomorrow.

It's already three or four in the morning.

But he couldn't sleep.

The room became quiet again, with only the sticky feeling of the paintbrush stirring on his body, the pen tip traveling on his back, and the hot breath spraying on his neck.

A slightly cool feeling extends from the shoulders down, wrapping around the waist and abdomen.

There is a big difference between painting on the human body and painting on paper. The colors need to be constantly adjusted to ensure the color rendering that the artist wants. In addition, the temperature and light and shade of the human body will all have an impact on the painting.

Therefore, it tests the painter's ability to control colors.

Ji Xingchen writes directly and decisively every time she writes, and her burst of inspiration after a year is enough to keep her in shape.

Lu Yanbei only felt itchy, both physically and mentally.

It was inevitable that he would react, but he looked indifferent and didn't seem to be afraid of being discovered by Ji Xingchen.

"Didn't you announce the closure of the personal Werther?" Lu Yanbei asked in a low voice.

Ji Xingchen paused for a moment, then frowned and stared at the back of the man's head: "How did you know that I had sealed the pen? No, how did you know that I was xi?

g-c?”

How did Lu Yanbei find out that he was covering his little vest so tightly?

Lu Yanbei: "Aren't all the signatures on the hundreds of paintings in the east bedroom of my home xi?"

g-c?”

Ji Xingchen: "..."

Nothing to say.

Ji Xingchen lowered his eyebrows and continued painting: "If you have no inspiration, you will stop painting. If you have inspiration, you will naturally start painting."

She stopped writing because she could no longer draw.

How could a philistine businessman like Lu Yanbei understand how terrifying it is for an artist to run out of inspiration?

She had tried traveling or simply indulging herself, but to no avail.

If you can't draw it, you still can't draw it.

Fortunately, she is a very open-minded person and will stop painting if she can't draw it, so she directly announced to the outside world that she would temporarily stop writing and withdraw from the circle.

Even Ji Xingchen himself didn't expect that the inspiration he had been looking for for half a year would be so merciful because of a picture of a beautiful man taking a bath by Lu Yanbei.

When the painting reached the shadow, Ji Xingchen's movements were a bit too big. Later, he felt dissatisfied, so he simply dipped his fingertips into the paint and applied it.

A warm and soft feeling travels on the back.

Lu Yanbei's eyes were downcast and his back was tense.

Ji Xingchen didn't seem to notice the change in the man, and still painted seriously with his eyebrows lowered.

"Stop moving."

The man suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.

Ji Xingchen frowned: "How can I draw if I don't move?"

Lu Yanbei secretly adjusted it slightly, "Wait a minute."

"Why do you have so many things on your hands?" Ji Xingchen said with disgust.

Lu Yanbei ignored her dissatisfaction and slightly adjusted his breathing and movements.

"Go on."

At the end of the painting, Ji Xingchen was completely immersed in the work. She completely abandoned the brush, blended her plain white hands with the bright paint, and rubbed it repeatedly on her lower back, all the way down.

She raised her head dissatisfied: "Lu Yanbei, can you stop sweating?"

Lu Yanbei pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars, wishing he could eat this woman who was making trouble everywhere in his body.

He closed his eyes and endured the strange feeling deep in his body.

She said with a smile on her face, "Miss Ji, if you continue to touch me, you will become more than just sweaty."

Ji Xingchen raised his eyebrows: "I was painting, and you actually said I was touching. You didn't think I was eating you, right?"

Lu Yanbei was too lazy to talk to her.

But I heard the girl complaining softly from behind.

"My concentration is so poor, no wonder I can see all kinds of things."

Lu Yanbei stood up suddenly, grabbed Ji Xingchen's head with his backhand, and pressed his thin lips against it.


Chapter completed!