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"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?" She shifted the subject quietly.

"Nothing. I just think it would be a pity if I hadn't looked at you so carefully before." He said, of course, Shangguan jiarou was confused, "what's a pity?"

He stretched out his hand, and his long fingers seemed to slip across her cheek. "Because you look good."

He has said this sentence several times today, but Shangguan jiarou is never tired of hearing it. Anyone will be happy to hear her sweetheart's praise.

Although feel ye chengmu today is particularly different, but she did not expect, he began to kiss her as soon as he entered the door. First, he pushed her against the door and kissed her. Then they rolled around and came to the bed. He was all over her. She was so nervous that she couldn't breathe. Her face was red.

God knows, this is her first kiss. Ye chengmu's big hand has been put into her clothes, and her hot palms make her almost burn.

Her hands tightly pulling the sheet, she is not an ignorant little girl, did not eat pork, but also saw pigs run, she naturally know what will happen next.

The brain has been a blank, at this time ye chengmu suddenly stopped, he gently laughed, "soft, can't you breathe?"

Shangguan jiarou raised her eyes, but her cheeks were even redder, but this time she was embarrassed. She breathed heavily for two times, but her eyes were drooping. She did not dare to look at him. She stuttered and said, "I, I am too nervous."

There is a flicker of doubt between ye chengmu's eyebrows, but Shangguan jiarou hasn't eased her strength yet, but she doesn't notice.

Ye chengmu began to kiss her again. This time, with a little strength, he seemed to be eager to determine something. A pair of long-term painting hands, with thin cocoons, the material had become a hindrance. He pulled and pulled away her clothes.

A pair of big hands finally drifted on her body without any barrier. The strange but exciting touch made her full of red pimples. She almost subconsciously arched her body. All the tenderness in her body turned into a pool of spring water, and the silky and soft water poured into her lower abdomen.

The body silently tells of her love for men. She is almost driven by instinct. She puts her hand into the man's clothes and instinctively wants to remove his clothes, so that they can meet completely candidly.

But the man suddenly stopped and grabbed her hand.

Shangguan jiarou opened her eyes, and the thick curtain showed a crack. The afterglow of the sunset just sprinkled on the man's face. The man's beautiful face was already stained with a thin layer of sweat.

He is already naked at the moment, but the man is still dressed neatly. Realizing this, Shangguan jiarou is even more embarrassed. She lowered her head deeply and said in a voice that only she could hear, "what's the matter?"

Ye Cheng Mu La covers her with a quilt, but then doesn't continue the action just now. They are separated by a quilt, but they just kiss each other affectionately.

After a long kiss, ye chengmu let her go, gently stroked her eyes, nose and lips, and then closed his eyes. His hands went down his neck, touching her gently.

Shangguan jiarou subconsciously wants to retreat. Her beloved man is touching her body, which makes her feel timid and happy.

Ye chengmu was holding her down and said in a soft voice, "don't move. Let me touch it."

It is this sentence full of emotion / desire, but it is very natural for him to say it, as if without any unclean color. Shangguan jiarou instantly did not move. She closed her eyes tightly and felt that the man's big hand had drifted to the sensitive area.

Shangguan jiarou's whole body is extremely tight, and her nails are about to sink into her flesh. But ye chengmu did not stop, a pair of big hands with cocoon has been down, to the slender leg.

He just stroked her skin, but there was no further action. Shangguan jiarou was too nervous. After a while, his hand left her body, slightly propped up, looked at Shangguan jiarou with her eyes closed, and said, "rourourou, let me make you a picture."

Shangguan jiarou's mind is still confused. After a while, when ye chengmu has gone to the studio next door to prepare the paint, she just reacts.

Before she could get dressed, she wrapped herself in a quilt and ran to the studio. "Cheng, Cheng Mu, your hand..." Before she finished speaking, she saw ye chengmu staring down at his trembling right hand with a brush.

He frowned a little, but he didn't look much flustered. He tried to hold his right hand steady with his left hand, but as soon as he let go, his right hand with the pen kept shaking.

Shangguan jiarou only felt a sour nose. She went to hold her right hand. "Chengmu, you haven't recovered completely. The doctor said that you are not suitable for painting now. You should have a good rest."

Ye chengmu opened her hand, raised her head and forced out a smile. "It's OK. Maybe I haven't painted for a long time. I'm a bit rusty. It doesn't matter. I'll get used to it in a while. I'll make you look good."

He said in a soft voice. As he spoke, he put down his brush and went to the window to close all the heavy curtains. Shangguan jiarou's eyes suddenly turned dark. She subconsciously extended her hand, "chengmu..."Her hands were held for a second, then the dazzling spotlight was on her head, she subconsciously closed her eyes, and then slowly adapted.

As soon as her body is soft and soft, it is not easy for her to kiss her on the sofa.

Ye chengmu stood in front of her and looked down at her. In the strong spotlight, she only felt that every pore on her body was clear and incomparable. Ye Cheng looked at her body carefully. She did not know what kind of feeling came to her heart and subconsciously wanted to hide it.

However, she just wanted to move, ye chengmu then pulled her, "don't move, just this posture, very beautiful." His words, however, are without any emotion / desire, as if he were narrating a fact.

Shangguan jiarou understood that what he said about painting for her was to make a nude / body painting for her. Under his gaze without any emotion / desire, Shangguan jiarou only felt that her face and body were burning.

She is not unwilling to be his model. She knows that many writers can draw nude, and some of them are masters. It's just that for the first time in more than 20 years, she's really not used to his long gaze.

Ye chengmu stands in front of the easel and picks up the brush again. Seems to have noticed her tension, ye chengmu gave her a gentle smile, "don't be nervous, I'll draw you very beautiful, believe me."

Shangguan jiarou's palms were almost sweating. She took two deep breaths to calm herself down and try not to think about the fact that she was naked / naked / naked.

It's not easy to pick up the brush again. It's very difficult for ye chengmu to hold on to the brush, let alone paint on paper.

Ye chengmu's head is buried deep in the easel. Shangguan jiarou is extremely nervous and does not notice ye chengmu's emotional changes until he smashes his first brush in anger.

Shangguan jiarou was surprised at first, and then she suddenly reacted. She was dizzy just now. How could she forget? The doctor told her that she had better not let him touch the brush in the near future. Fear that his spirit will be hit will affect his recovery even more. In this way, there is no hope.

Shangguan jiarou casually takes an outer garment on the shelf next to the sofa and puts it on. She doesn't care about ye chengmu's explanation, and runs over quickly.

Ye chengmu squatted on the ground with her head in her arms. Her hands were full of pigments. She cherished him very much and quickly held him in her arms. "Chengmu, don't, don't be like this."

Ye chengmu did not move until a long time later, he slowly pulled her apart, "did you know this would happen? So, these geniuses don't let me paint? "

Shangguan jiarou's eyes are already full of tears. Instead of denying it, she said, "I'm sorry, the doctor said that it will recover in the future. It just takes time. I'm afraid you will be hit, so I didn't tell you."

Ye chengmu sneered, "Oh, later? When in the future? a year? two years? Or ten or twenty years? " His tone of desperation is incomparable, as if he is no longer the tender ye chengmu.

"Chengmu, don't do this. As long as you insist on rehabilitation, you will be fine. You can still paint in the future. You will also paint for me. When we get married, you will also paint for our baby..."

She said, but saw ye chengmu's face more and more desolate. He held up his hand, which was still shaking slightly, and said to himself, "I should have thought of it. From the time I couldn't hold on to the chopsticks, I should have thought that if I couldn't hold the chopsticks, how could I hold the paintbrush?"

Shangguan jiarou shook her head forcefully, "it's not like this. Chengmu, you believe me, you can draw again. Wait, as long as you wait, we'll go to the doctor tomorrow, and we'll do rehabilitation. We can. Chengmu, don't do this, please. Don't do this."

Shangguan jiarou said as she cried. She was full of guilt and heartache. If she hadn't saved herself, how could this talented illustrator never take a brush again.

Ye chengmu looked at the little woman crying heartbroken in front of him, but he was stunned. In his trance, he seemed to see that there was once such a person crying in front of himself, praying, despairing and admiring.

He unconsciously picked up her face, one kiss to her face tears.

This cloud / rain came urgently and warmly. It was like the outlet of some emotion, and it was like trying to prove something. He always felt that he was not enough, or was not satisfied, so he occupied her again and again. Until finally, both of them had no strength.

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