Life With You

Dang Zhen has recently encountered a bottleneck period. Although her paintings are very popular in the circle and the prices are very high. As long as she writes, there is nothing that cannot be sold. However, as a creator, she knows in her heart that if she continues like this, she will I am slowly consuming my passion for painting.

For several days in a row, Dang Zhen was in a low mood and did not think about food or food. Even though Yuan Bao tried various tricks to make her happy, the actual problem was not solved, so she still locked herself in her workroom every night and thought hard.

There were two dang-dang sounds, and someone knocked on the door. Dang Zhen said, It's okay, come in.

Yuan Bao pushed the door open and walked in. He had just finished taking a shower, wearing comfortable home clothes and holding a glass of warm milk in his hand.

Dang Zhen took it and said warmly: Thank you.

Yuan Bao looked at the empty drawing board in front of her and whispered: Still not inspired yet?

Dang Zhen nodded, in a bad mood, and comforted him while feeling disappointed, Don't worry about me, creation will be like this, you'll be fine after this period of time.

Yuan Bao moved the drawing board in front of her, pulled up a chair and sat in front of her, and said softly: I don't think it's your problem.

Dang Zhen raised her eyes and looked at him, Yuan Bao said: Isn't it embarrassing to draw on a piece of white paper out of thin air? Look at me, do you feel better?

Dang Zhen raised her lips and said, You are much prettier than a blank sheet of paper.

Yuan Bao smiled, let go of her hand, and immediately took off the cotton T-shirt on his body, revealing his muscular body. Dang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then his eyes averted slightly, and he whispered: There is no need to relieve my stress here. …”

Yuan Bao looked at Dang Zhen with a pure and innocent expression, What are you thinking? I don't intend to sell my body or show off my skills. I just lend you my body. It must be a different feeling for you to draw on a white paper than to draw on me. , maybe inspiration will come while painting.”

Dang Zhen blushed even more, Oh.

Yuan Bao smiled and said: You also drew the human body when you were in school. Others stood naked in front of you, but your face didn't change and your heart didn't beat. Why can't you take off your upper body when you come here?

Dang Zhen said: Can others be like you?

Yuan Bao smiled more and more gently, It's different, come on, don't be polite, do whatever you want with me, I will cooperate well.

Dang Zhen laughed along with him. It must be said that Yuan Bao's removal really inspired Dang Zhen's creative desire, because he was like no one else and he was her favorite person.

To paint on Yuan Bao, Dang Zhen chose the most mild and harmless plant pigment, which can be eaten. Yuan Bao sat in front of Dang Zhen. In order to make it easier for her to get closer, he spread his legs. She sat between his legs, with paint on her right side.

If you feel bored, you can watch something else. Dang Zhen said.

Yuan Bao's eyes fell on her face and he said, I swear this is the most interesting time I have found in so many years.

Dang Zhen looked at his smiling face and raised the corners of her lips.

Holding a small brush for painting, Dang Zhen stared directly at Yuan Bao's naked upper body. He had a gunshot wound on his body that would slowly fade over time, but would never fade away completely. He was not like Tong Hao. Yes, I simply got a big tattoo on my back, covering everything.

Tong Hao was the type to get it done once and for all, but he didn't know that the scars after the tattoo would be more terrifying than the injuries. Yuan Bao looked at the lessons learned from a 250-year-old man, so naturally he was too lazy to hide it and let it go. The most important thing was that he never thought that one day he would get married and start a business.

Dang Zhen kept staring at the bullet mark on his heart. Yuan Bao was afraid that she would be sad, so he was about to comfort her when he saw her dip a brush in red paint and touch it directly on his heart.

The color of my heart is cinnabar red.

When Dang Zhen made the decision, she didn't know exactly what she wanted. She just felt that the scar was uncomfortable. No matter how many times she saw it, heard him explain it, or promised it would never happen again, she still felt it. He was still worried about why she couldn't have appeared in his life earlier, so that she could protect him to some extent and prevent him from going through such a difficult journey.

A stroke of red fell, followed by a second stroke, and a third stroke. Dang Zhen was adjusting the colors while working on him. Yuan Bao watched her quietly. At this moment, he understood very well that she said she liked to watch him cook. The feeling, when she is serious, is fascinating.

Dang Zhen is used to working alone and doesn't like to talk when painting. Yuan Bao acts as a good 'drawing board' very professionally and never talks too much.

Dang Zhen painted from in front of him to behind him, and Yuan Bao could feel that her inspiration was coming back step by step, because the more she painted, the smoother it became, and she knew what she wanted.

More than an hour later, Dang Zhen behind him stopped writing and asked aloud: Can I draw next?

Yuan Bao turned around, faced Dang Zhen, smiled and said, I can't get it.

He also took off his pants in front of Dang Zhen, leaving him with only one pair of underwear. Yuan Bao asked, Should I keep this one?

He meant to tease her, but unexpectedly Dang Zhen said with a serious face: It's best not to keep it.

There was a flash of surprise in Yuan Bao's eyes, and he almost panicked. The two have been together for so long, and he has always been proactive in this regard. Although Dang Zhen is not a shy person, she is a girl after all, and she is usually reserved. Some, now that she has taken the initiative to mention it, there is no reason why he should not take it off.

Yuan Bao tried his best to look calm, thinking that he was dedicating himself to his wife and art, and took off the last layer.

He stood naked in front of Dang Zhen. Dang Zhen glanced at him, her heart surging. In order to show her professionalism, she said as rationally as possible: You can sit down, I will draw the front first.

Okay. Yuan Bao responded and sat on the chair again.

Dang Zhen mixed the paint, took a small brush to Yuan Bao's lower abdomen, and painted twice. Seeing his reaction, she wanted to ignore it, but... it was too conspicuous.

Dang Zhen's heart beat faster, her blood surged, and she looked up at Yuan Bao.

Yuan Bao whispered: It's okay, I'll draw you and react naturally.

Dang Zhen lowered her head and continued painting. Halfway through the painting, she couldn't continue because it blocked the place where she wanted to write.

After all, Yuan Bao was a discerning person, so he raised his hand and pressed it down, Let's draw.

His voice was still gentle, but after all, the scene in front of him was extraordinary. Dang Zhen swallowed hard, and after drawing a few times, he muttered to himself, You are not helping me find inspiration, you are testing my determination.

Yuan Bao spoke in a low voice, Husband and wife should share joys and sorrows. For you, I can bear this little bit of 'suffering'.

He was indeed suffering so much that Dang Zhen couldn't stand it anymore.

Putting down the brush, she stood up and went to the door to turn off the light. The studio fell into darkness for an instant. Yuanbao felt someone approaching him. He was afraid that she would fall, so he stretched out his hand.

Dang Zhen followed his hand to Yuan Bao, sat on his lap, and took the initiative to kiss him.

Yuan Bao asked in a low voice: No more painting?

Dang Zhen said: I found inspiration. Now I just want to vent and relieve stress.

The two of them left the studio that day. Yuan Bao went to look in the mirror. The painting on his chest was blurred. Half of it was wet and rubbed off by sweat, and half of it was eaten by Dang Zhen. Halfway through, she She bit him like a cat, and he was worried that she was poisoned. Dang Zhen said, Plant pigments are edible.

He suspected that she had this intention from the beginning.