Tang Bai sat back in front of the easel.

He has a special feeling tonight, so he stayed until this point.

Although I was interrupted for a while, I still wanted to finish the painting at hand.

Before he picked up the paintbrush, his wrist was held.

Hold his hand and move it up inch by inch, and then stay at the scar on the inside.

The weather was still very cold, Tang Bai had been wearing long sleeves, so he didn't show the scar.

Gu Nanwang's fingertips lightly rubbed the uneven part of the scar, the movement was very gentle.

"Does it hurt?"

His voice was softer than his movements.

Tang Bai was slightly taken aback, then shook his head.

It happened a few years ago, and many feelings have actually been blurred.

Obviously in memory, those moments were heart-piercingly painful.

Sometimes in the dead of night, he would touch it unconsciously.

Then I can't help but think, it would be great if feelings would fade away with time like physical pain.

But after Gu Nanwang returned to China, this thought never came up again.

He was very innocent at that time, thinking that everyone in the same city would always have a chance to meet each other.

Maybe someday I can say a word or two.

Then it became what it is now.

It was a completely unexpected result. Although he didn't know how it would end, he was really, really satisfied.

He has completely owned this person.

Gu Nanwang was still rubbing the scar.

His face was almost resting on Tang Bai's shoulder, and his every breath was rubbing against one side of Tang Bai's ear.

Tang Bai couldn't bear it.

Even if the other party's actions are not directional, and even he can feel the other party's love, his heart is still surging.

Why is the male god so gentle.

Gentle, he wanted to kiss him and hug him.

However, no.

Because this is not the time to practice.

Tang Bai coughed lightly, raised the brush, and continued to draw: "Brother, can I finish this painting first?"

After finishing speaking, Gu Nanwang directly knocked his chin to his chin: "No."

Then, the hand exerted a little strength.

Tang Bai's brush is farther away from the canvas.

Tang Bai exhaled lightly: "Then we—"

Before he finished speaking, he was lightly bitten on the earlobe.

Then Gu Nanwang stood up, took the paintbrush in his hand, and put it on the pen holder beside him.

"It's time, go home first, don't be in a hurry."

Tang Bai: "Okay."

Anyway, he couldn't continue painting after being disturbed like this.

Masculinity misleads people!

·

After seeing off Tang Bai, Gu Nanwang returned to his room.

He sat in front of the computer, looking at his blurred shadow on the black screen.

Shadow quickly raised his hands.

His gaze was fixed on his own hands that were also raised.

Gu Nanwang suddenly stood up from his chair, went to the bookshelf beside him, and found a box of paints and brushes and paper.

He picked up the pen, squeezed some paint, and drew on the paper casually for a while.

The outline of the picture gradually emerged on the paper.

Gu Nanwang stared at the semi-finished product for a while, then threw the paint box and paintbrush together into the trash can.

The paint box was quite big, and when it fell into the trash can, it made a lot of noise.

Just in the middle of the night, when I got up to go to the toilet, I heard the movement and thought something was wrong inside.

"Brother?" She poked her head in.

I saw Gu Nanwang sitting in front of the table, with his forehead propped up with his hands, and the veins on his hands were bulging.

Next to Gu Nanwang's arm was an unfinished painting.

It can be vaguely seen that it is a snowy scene.

Li Beijing thought something was wrong with Gu Nanwang, walked in and said nervously, "Brother, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Gu Nanwang said hoarsely, "Go out."

He said he was fine, but he really didn't look like he was fine.

Li Beijing seldom saw Gu Nanwang like this. Since he was a child, Gu Nanwang has always been the kind of person who sneered and watched others make embarrassment.

Her heart beat fast: "It's really all right?"

Gu Nanwang turned around: "It's okay."

Although Li Beijing was still very worried, she also knew that Gu Nanwang didn't like being seen losing control, so she slowly backed out.

When he was about to close the door, Gu Nanwang turned around again.

"Don't tell anyone, especially Tang Bai."

Li Beijing was taken aback.

She can still understand "don't tell others". After all, this man is the kind who wants to lose face, but why did Gu Nanwang make a special effort to tell her not to tell Tang Bai.

Among them, is there any need to contact?

·

It was almost twelve o'clock when Tang Bai lay down.

But he usually doesn't go to bed early, so this point is okay.

Lying in the warm blanket, I couldn't help touching the scar.

Thinking of the tone of the male god asking him "Does it hurt?", a warm current surged through his chest again.

Facing the glass on the ceiling, he said to himself: "What should I do, I seem to like him more and more every day."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at the mobile phone next to the pillow, and said to himself: "Is the male god asleep now?"

Today it was Gu Nanwang who sent him home again.

Calculating the time, at this point, the other party should almost be lying on the bed.

After turning on the "fake boyfriend" mode, the two have practiced various interactions, but they have never made any phone calls before going to bed.

The main thing is that there is really no need for practice. Qi He and Wang Ran must have slept together, so naturally they would not find out that they did not call before going to bed.

But he really missed Gu Nanwang tonight, and he didn't know why.

The scars on my wrists are itchy when I think about it.

Tang Bai grabbed the phone, hesitating whether to give it a try, so he asked him if he got home safely.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

The words "Gu Nanwang is calling" appeared on the screen.

Tang Bai lost his grip for a moment, and the phone hit his face directly.

"pain……"

Even so, he quickly connected the phone.

"You answered so quickly?" As soon as he connected, the other person spoke.

While Tang Bai pursed his lips, Gu Nanwang said again: "Are you waiting for my call?"

Tang Bai:"……"

Can he say that he is actually thinking about whether to call the other party?

Tang Bai replied softly: "Yes."

Alas, this fake boyfriend is becoming more and more real. He is really afraid that one day he will stop pretending, and he will not be able to return to the original interaction mode with the male god.

Because in his instinctive consciousness, he already regarded the other party as a "boyfriend".

"Then why don't you call?" The man's voice was unexpectedly hoarse on the phone.

I didn't feel it at first, but now that I said a few more words, it became obvious.

Strange, it was normal when he was in the studio just now.

Could it be that the cold wind blows when you go home and you catch a cold?

This is definitely impossible, the male god drove home.

Thinking of this, Tang Bai couldn't help laughing, laughing at how he could still think of so many messy things while making a phone call.

Because the man's voice was relatively low, Tang Bai also lowered his voice.

This made his voice softer: "I'm afraid to disturb you."

"You can call me if you have nothing to do, I'm not afraid of being disturbed." Gu Nanwang's voice became even hoarse, and it was transmitted through the current, and there was a low-pitched magnetism, which made Tang Bai's ears feel hot.

Tang Bai had to take the phone a little further away.

Tang Bai finally remembered that Gu Nanwang took the initiative to call this call: "Did you call me for something? Is it about going out tomorrow?"

Tomorrow is Friday, Tang Bai's luggage has been packed early, and he just needs to pick it up when he comes back from get off work before he can set off.

There was silence for more than ten seconds, and then there was a long sigh.

Then, Gu Nanwang said: "Actually, I can't sleep."

Tang Bai was taken aback for a moment: "Can't sleep?"

Gu Nanwang said, "Tell me a story."

Tang Bai didn't understand: "Tell a story?"

"Well, didn't you work in the picture book library before, and you would tell stories to children? Now, you treat me as a child friend, and tell me a story to coax me."

When he heard the last four words "coax me", Tang Bai was very upbeat today, even if his ears were red, his face didn't turn red, and he turned red all of a sudden.

Although he didn't know why Gu Nanwang suddenly made such a request, he would almost never refuse the male god's request.

It doesn't work like that, let alone tell a story?

Tang Bai stood up.

There happened to be a picture book of bedtime stories on the bedside table. He took it, put it on the quilt, and read it softly.

This story is very long, and when Tang Bai finished reading it, his phone became a little hot.

He was concentrating on reading, and there was no sound from the other side.

When he finished reading, he pricked up his ears.

I heard the slight and calm breathing on the other side.

Gu Nanwang should have fallen asleep.

Tang Bai slowly closed the book, and lay back on the bed again.

It was warm everywhere, and he seemed to have become very sleepy.

Tang Bai said to the phone in a low voice, "Good night."

Then closed his eyes.

·

Throughout the whole day on Friday, Tang Bai was a little uneasy, and was in a daze when making the forms several times.

At last Ke Lin couldn't bear to remind him: "Can you stop smiling at the form, people outside will think we are a fool when they come in!"

Tang Bai:"……"

He pursed his lips and ignored the other party, but he finally concentrated on his work and stopped thinking about it.

It was finally time to get off work.

Gu Nanwang went out before him, and then waited for him in the car.

As soon as Tang Bai got into the car, Gu Nanwang said, "Thank you yesterday."

He was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that what Gu Nanwang was talking about should be about telling him a "bedtime story" at night.

Tang Bai was a little embarrassed and said, "I didn't speak well."

"Very good," Gu Nanwang started the car, "Now I finally understand why children like you."

"Why?" Tang Bai was aroused by him.

He himself didn't quite understand why he was so popular with children when he was working in the picture book library.

But being liked is always a happy thing, and happiness does not need a reason.

So he has been enjoying it happily.

Gu Nanwang quickly gave him the answer: "Because the voice of the storyteller is so nice and gentle."

He raised the corner of his lips: "I like it too."

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