Ji Rufeng stares at her, her eyes are almost on fire, and her fingertips climb up along her toes, but without climbing a few steps, she is kicked away by Zhao Jian.
"Teacher Ji, let's go."
Zhao Jian is careful to toss him, not to mention the previous two times he made her legs tremble, just like women wearing these messy things, she can't bear.
I'll put up with him today. Maybe I'll put him in another woman's bed tomorrow.
"Jane..." Ji Rufeng is hoarse, and her eyes seem to stick to her. She may turn into a hungry wolf in the next second.
"Don't go to bed until you finish."
"Jane, don't make trouble. I can't help it if you tease me like that?"
Even Liu Xiahui can't help seeing a woman like this, not to mention he is a real man.
"I can't help it. It's easy to say."
As soon as she turned over, she picked up a water cup on the head of the bed and poured cold water on the man's abdomen.
Ji Rufeng immediately jumped up, shaking his pants and pulling away the cold.
Must kill skill!
"Jane, you are so cruel. It's about your future happiness."
Zhao Jian looked at him with a smile but not a smile, and hummed, "I'm worthy of you if I don't fill you with ice directly. Go and draw quickly. Don't go to bed if I don't finish painting!"
Ji Rufeng stood in front of the easel and looked at the people on the bed. For the first time, he felt that painting was also a kind of suffering.
The woman on the bed changed her posture again, which was more provocative than before. He stood in front of the easel with hot air on his head and began to write.
Zhao Jian is lying on the bed with her pillow arm on her side. The lace on her underwear is taken off. The thin red underwear is set against the front of her body. The white of saixue and the enchanting red are intertwined together, which only makes people feel the blood gushing. One hand is casually put on her belly, fingertips are caressed over her navel, which can touch the edge of her underwear. The cloth that kneads no more than one palm is also wrapped with beautiful clothes Shape, under the cover of that piece of red yarn, is hazy and indistinct.
If you look down again, you will see two straight legs, which are different from ordinary women's sense of strength, but they are very soft. He still remembers the touch of those legs when they were hanging around his waist.
Ji Rufeng's hand is shaking. How can he draw it like this!
"Can't draw? I can't draw it. You can go to the studio. "
“……” His eyebrows beat and he began to draw
At the same time, the Lu family.
At the end of family time, Ji Shaoguang and Lu Tingchen went upstairs together. As soon as they entered the door, Ji Shaoguang saw a bag left on the bed. She said strangely, "eh, didn't you take it all to ah Jian? What else is there? "
Lu Tingchen touched his nose and said, "is it falling?"
"Will it?" Ji Shaoguang didn't find the man's abnormality. He poured out the things in the bag.
In the bag is a pink one Pajamas, pajamas are very short, short can only just cover the thigh root, the upper shoulder strap is very low, low About half a chest.
Ji Shaoguang
She clearly remembered that she had not bought this one. She turned her head and looked at the man who was going to the bathroom with his clothes. She said coolly, "ah Chen, I remember I didn't buy this one."
"Ah, is it?" He turned around and said quickly, "anyway, you can't send it any more. Keep it for yourself."
Ji Shaoguang shook the ball of transparent cloth, which was powdered under the light. "Is it for me or for you?"
"For you, of course. I don't wear that."
Ji Shaoguang snorted. She clearly remembers that she didn't buy it. She didn't buy it. Of course, he bought it, and brought it to the room. It's Sima Zhao's heart.
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