Little Bastard X Kidnapper

This meal was probably the most serious and stressful meal that Fang Yue ate in his life. He carefully observed what Xiang Rong ate, from which angle he picked the dishes, whether he deliberately avoided any ingredients, and then he strictly followed the other party's instructions. Action eating.

Although Xiang Rong felt that Fang Yue was acting weird when eating, he couldn't see the clues no matter how he looked at it. He only thought that it might be due to too much work pressure recently.

However, it was Xiang Rong himself who put the most pressure on him.

Of course, 90% of this pressure is exerted by Fang Yue's own imagination.As the saying goes, imagination does infinite work, and the pressure can be imagined.

After swallowing every morsel of food alive, Fang Yue felt a sense of ease for the rest of her life. She felt that she was beautiful and wise at the same time. She was able to escape from many dangers. She was a model of young people in the new era, a pillar of society, and a pillar of the motherland. Flowers, the future of the world.

"senior?"

Xiang Rong's voice pulled Fang Yue back from her great self-satisfaction. Looking at the handsome man in front of her, Fang Yue realized that she was not completely out of danger.Not to mention getting out of the tiger's mouth, I am still stuck in the tiger's throat.

"What, what are you doing?"

While Fang Yue was in a daze, Xiang Rong had already cleared the dining table.He pointed in a direction, handed over a familiar bed sheet, and said, "Take off your clothes and go to the studio to wait for me."

"..." Fang Yue grabbed her suit pants, "What conspiracy do you have?"

"Not yet. I might figure it out if I continue to dawdle, senior."

Fang. Counseled. Yue decisively grabbed the bed sheet and ran away.

Xiang Rong waited for a while, knocked on the door as usual and got a response before pushing the door and entering the studio.As usual, Fang Yue wrapped a sheet around his waist to cover his slender legs, but this time he didn't sit obediently on the chair, but stood on the table with his clothes in his arms.

"...Senior, what are you doing? Come down."

"No! You tell me what you are going to do before I go down. I understand. Many murderers strip the victim's clothes to make it difficult for the police to identify them. I have secretly hidden several hairs in your house just now. , if you dare to do anything to me, you will definitely find my DNA when the police come! You can’t escape!”

Xiang Rong shook his head helplessly, "I won't kill you, what are you thinking?"

"Then what are you doing?"

"draw."

"Huh? Just draw?"

"Senior, do you have any other suggestions?"

"No! No!" Fang Yue clasped her clothes and made a loud statement.

Xiang Rong sighed, suppressed his smile, and stretched out his hand: "Come down quickly. My table is not that strong. I bought a cheap one from IKEA. I don't care if I break my leg."

When Fang Yue heard that "broken leg" was terrible, she quickly squatted down and prepared to jump down.But he was holding his clothes in his hands and couldn't free his hands to keep his balance. Seeing that his body was crooked, one foot had left the table, and the other hadn't had time to keep his balance.

"Hey! You!"

Seeing that Fang Yue was about to fall, Xiang Rong quickly took two steps forward, and opened his arms to catch Fang Yue who almost fell to the ground in time.

Although she knew that she was not in danger, Fang Yue felt that her tall nose was about to break for a moment, and her heartbeat was so fast that she almost forgot to breathe. She clutched her "life-saving straw" clothes tightly dare not move.

Xiang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and felt Fang Yue tremble slightly. Although he was worried to death, he just softened his tone: "What's going on, you're so fiddly. You really want to break your leg?"

Fang Yue shook her head and said nothing, as if rubbing against Xiang Rong's chest.

Xiang Rong's neck was itchy from Fang Yue's hair, but he was reluctant to push it away. He stretched out his palm to cover Fang Yue's back, but he was nervous and didn't dare to move.

The two stood quietly like this for almost a minute, Fang Yue gradually calmed down, but Xiang Rong felt a little hot.

My longing, my longing, the person who used to be only photographed from a distance, is now in my arms.

Since childhood, Xiang Rong’s friends and family all thought he was a sunny and cheerful boy, but he knew in his heart that he had a dark side and a lot of dirty thoughts, otherwise he couldn’t play this blackmailing and threatening role so smoothly. .

Fang Yue is like a cute kitten, and Xiang Rong is like a hopeless cat slave who is allergic to cats but loves them too much.I usually watch the kitten jumping around from a distance, watching it squint its eyes and bask in the sun unpreparedly, watching it concentrate on flapping catkins flying in the air, watching it baring its teeth and growling at passing grasshoppers, Xiang Rong thought He is close and afraid that he will give up because he loves it too much and will take it home once he touches it, so he has always drawn a boundary in his heart.

But the "kitten" who used to bark its teeth and claws at me and call "little bastard" is obediently grabbing me.He looked terrified.It should be comforting.Should be patted on the head.Should scratch the chin.It should... be kept at home, not allowed to go anywhere, and not allowed to touch it.

Thinking about it, Xiang Rong slowly moved his palm down and stopped on Fang Yue's waist.

Fang Yue also felt the movement of the hand behind her, and pushed Xiang Rong away in embarrassment, coughing: "That... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have jumped... I..."

Xiang Rong let go of his hand and smiled slightly, pulled a chair and sat down, then patted his thigh: "Come here."

"Ah?" Fang Yue was taken aback.No matter how you look at this picture, it's not good.Isn't this a common plot of bullies molesting little girls in costume dramas?

"Sit here. I'll touch it."

"Wait-wait a minute!!! What did you say? M... touch???"

"Yeah. That's right." Xiang Rong raised his chin, looking confident.

Fang Yue panicked, grabbed the loose bed sheet with both hands, stepped back vigilantly, and glanced at the half-open door of the studio: "What do you want to do? It's illegal to molest adults!"

"Indecent?" Xiang Rong panicked, but smiled disdainfully on his face, "Senior, you think too much. Our art teacher said that to draw a human body, you must not only observe with your eyes, but also Use your hands to feel. Touch the elasticity and lines of the muscles, and use your body to remember, so that the drawing will be more vivid. Don’t seniors know?”

Fang Yue swallowed.

He understands the truth, and has touched it many times in order to draw small animals well. It is very healing, and it is very helpful for describing the texture of animal hair.But he prefers to paint landscapes. For him, the characters are like the decoration of the landscape, and they are part of the story. If there is no such thing, he will never force it.Moreover, the characters he draws are always dressed, and there is no need to really feel the lines of the body.Although he had seen a lot of shirtless men in the school bathhouse before, but if he really let him touch it, even if it was his boyfriend, he would be embarrassed.

Fang Yue knew that he seemed to have no position to refuse, and he also knew that what Xiang Rong said would not be taken back easily. Besides, he made such a big mistake this morning, and this punishment seemed logical, but he was still very disturbed and asked: Just touching?"

Xiang Rong tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Senior, do you want me to do something further?"

"No! Absolutely not! Not at all!!"

"Then come here." Xiang Rong patted his leg again.

"... Can you sit on a chair? It feels more serious... sitting on your lap or something, a little..."

"Senior thinks too much~ hungry?"

"Hungry for your sister!!!"

"What are you afraid of? Or is it that senior is afraid that he will not be able to control himself?"

Fang Yue was angry and annoyed, she raised her head and walked over in a fit of anger, leaned over and forcibly patted Xiang Rong's spread legs together, then turned around and straightened his legs like a bench facing him. The table is seated.

Fang Yue is tall, and not particularly thin. She was sitting with a bit of strength and strength, but Xiang Rong still held on.It's just this posture, in front of him is Fang Yue's white back and protruding shoulder blades, and he can't even feel his body temperature through the bed sheet, which is far from the picture he imagined.Xiang Rong didn't expect Fang Yue to sit facing him. After all, that would be too exciting for him, but sitting sideways is still possible, right?That way you can still see the face, you can see the legs, and you can capture every change in his expression.But now... What is the difference between myself and a human seat?With massage function?