Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Fu Zhenhong lowered his black eyes, quietly staring at the white butterfly standing on his fingertips for dozens of seconds, his thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting a black arc on the eyelids There was a shadow of thought hanging over it.

Seeing that Fu Zhenhong didn't speak for a long time, Monkey King buried his head slightly and touched Fu Zhenhong's smooth fingertips with a pair of hammer-shaped long tentacles on his head.

The bean-like tentacles at the end touched the delicate skin on Fu Zhen's red knuckles, and fell gently like a tiny feather, bringing out a faint itchiness.

"As an ornament, the color of the butterfly you turned into is not bright enough, and the patterns of the flowers are not rich enough." Fu Zhenhong opened her thin lips lightly, pointing out the disadvantages without haste: "If you fly on my hairpin with this posture, it will be very difficult for you to fly." Easy to spot."

Monkey King flew away from Fu Zhenhong's fingertips, his white wings fluttering regularly. After a moment of silence, he said, "Then I'll make another one?"

"No need," Fu Zhenhong's lips curled slightly, "I have a solution."

Under Sun Wukong's suspicious eyes, Fu Zhenhong picked up the small porcelain jar of lip balm on the mirror stand and the fine brush that Sun Wukong used to draw flowers for him just now.

Monkey King was immediately alert: "What are you planning to do?"

"You have painted flowers for me, and I will use the same pen to add color patterns to your wings." Fu Zhenhong dipped the hair of the fine pen on the lip gloss as she spoke.

"Come." Fu Zhenhong signaled to Monkey King.

Sun Wukong dawdled and flew in place, but did not move forward. The Great Sage resisted a little, because he consciously told him that things would not be so simple.

Fu Zhenhong seemed to be aware of Sun Wukong's entanglement, and said lightly: "I'll just draw a piebald spot, you are a majestic Monkey King, so you are afraid of it?"

"Joke," Sun Wukong was coldly snorted: "Am I afraid of you little demon?"

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows: "Why don't you come here quickly?"

The next second after the words fell, the great sage, who couldn't stand the provocation, flew to Fu Zhenhong's left fingertip again.

Fu Zhenhong took a closer look at Sun Wukong's white wings, and then took a pen with her right hand to draw on the wings.

This pen is a pen specially used to trace the lips. The hairs on the tip of the pen are soft and smooth. Compared with the pen for tracing eyebrows, it is more slender and more absorbent.

The moment Fu Zhenhong touched the outer edge of Sun Wukong's front wing with the vellus hair dipped in cinnabar, Sun Wukong's whole body trembled violently due to the sudden itching.

Fu Zhenhong's lips curled up slightly, but his voice was still lukewarm: "Don't move, the easier it is for me to make mistakes if you move too much."

Upon hearing this, Monkey King tried his best to stay still.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong continued to draw slowly along the outer edge of the butterfly's forewing with his soft hairs. He was drawing a red begonia along the folds.

Sun Wukong held his breath and suppressed the discomfort in his body.

When the soft and delicate pen slides on the wings, it seems to be sliding on his arms, and the folds of the wings are like the veins of his blood vessels.

With Fu Zhenhong's meticulous drawing bit by bit, for a moment, Sun Wukong even had the illusion that the little demon's hand was stroking him.

Sun Wukong's sense of smell is already very sensitive. After turning into a butterfly, the pair of rod-shaped long tentacles seemed to magnify his sense of smell infinitely.

He smelled the unique fragrance emanating from this little bone demon, it was the kind of rich and colorful dark fragrance, just like the scent of orchids and cinnamon, it was stuffy and lingered for a long time, and the smell made Sun Wukong feel a little dizzy Yes, like a bewitching catalysis and temptation, the Grand Holy Father's thoughts began to slowly become slack.

Fu Zhenhong's drawing movements continued in an orderly manner. After the bright red begonia flowers bloomed on the butterfly's forewings, Fu Zhenhong began to move her target to the middle chamber of the butterfly, which was close to the base.

At the moment when the soft vellus hairs inadvertently swept to the base of the butterfly with the movement of Fu Zhenhong's pen, the butterfly seemed to be unable to bear this sudden and sensitive stimulation, its body trembled uncontrollably, and its delicate wings trembled along with it. Instigated.

Butterfly was a little dazed, and an inexplicable hot air flowed all over his body. He looked at Fu Zhenhong, who was serious about painting, and his long tentacles moved slightly, showing a bit helpless and pitiful.

Fu Zhenhong didn't seem to be aware of Butterfly's complicated mood at the moment, he pursed his thin lips lightly, and drew meticulously with a pen.

The bright red lip balm dipped on the fluff is so moist and so sticky. It is obviously vermilion in color, but because of the excessive stickiness, it looks like the nectar that can only be secreted from the lips. .

As a result, the body of the butterfly trembled more violently, and in order to facilitate Fu Zhenhong's painting, he could only restrain himself from flapping his wings as much as possible, which also caused the long tentacles to change from the slight movement at the beginning to the frequent restlessness now. shaking.

It didn't take long for Fu Zhenhong to outline a beautiful crabapple flower on the middle chamber of the butterfly.

These flowers are very delicate and small, because Fu Zhenhong specially wrote gently, and the precise grasp of strength made this crabapple look lifelike.

After finishing painting the forewings and hind wings, Fu Zhenhong re-dipped the cinnabar lip gloss and continued painting.

The wings of butterflies have veins and membranes, and are also covered with scale powder and tiny scales. Nature endows butterflies with a beautiful appearance and specialized fragrant scales that can reproduce.

Some of the scent scales of male butterflies are scattered on the wing surface, while others are located in specialized pocket structures and wing folds.

This specialized scale meal is what butterflies use to release pheromones associated with courtship.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the faint spots of light on the wings of the butterfly, which were intertwined with the crabapple flowers he had drawn, embellishing them into some kind of charming reverie.

Finally he took back the pen.

However, just when Monkey King thought that Fu Zhenhong's drawing was over and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Fu Zhenhong directly dipped a touch of moist and gorgeous lip balm with her fingertips, and then lightly touched the inner end of the butterfly's wings with her fingertips. belly a little.

Fu Zhenhong's fingers were originally cold without any temperature, and the thick cinnabar adhered to his fingertips, just touching the butterfly's wing folds without any barriers, and in an instant, a wonderful strange feeling flowed instantly To the whole body of the butterfly, densely wrapped his whole thoughts, like a tidal wave.

The butterfly let out a very soft whine from its mouth. If it wasn't for Fu Zhenhong's extremely sharp hearing, she might have missed this fleeting sound.

Fu Zhenhong picked the end of her eyes maliciously, looked at the dizzy butterfly who hadn't recovered from the bout of tracing and painting just now, and said unhurriedly: "It's just a few crabapple flowers, my little one." Pohou, can't you take it anymore?"

Sun Wukong didn't want to talk to Fu Zhenhong at all now, he flapped his wings and flew from Fu Zhenhong's fingertips to the mirror stand, and lay down on the table made of mahogany, feeling the coolness of the cold hard wood beneath him , Only then did the great sage's beating heart and steaming body slowly calm down.

Fu Zhenhong held her chin and just looked at Monkey King like this. If the little stone monkey regained its human form now, it is not hard to imagine that he would be dripping with sweat.

After thinking about it, Fu Zhenhong couldn't help laughing out loud. He played with his heart and stretched out his fingertips to touch Monkey King's wings.

Now, Monkey King saw Fu Zhenhong's motives, and quickly flew away to escape Fu Zhenhong's evil claws.

Fu Zhenhong felt that the little monkey was really interesting, and the act of running away from his touch was like a kitten whose fur was blown by stepping on its tail.But it's obviously a monkey.

Fu Zhenhong thought so in her heart, so she said it directly.

Sun Wukong glared at Fu Zhenhong viciously, but because he was still in the state of a butterfly, not only could there be no deterrence in those round eyes, but they were a little arrogant, irritable and cute.

"You definitely did it on purpose!" Sun Wukong said coldly.

Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly: "Then tell me, what did I do on purpose?"

"Deliberately painted on my wings."

"It's obviously a white butterfly that you can see through at first glance."

Sun Wukong was at a loss for words.

Fu Zhenhong continued: "Drawing begonias on your wings, wouldn't it just match the flowers on my forehead?"

"Then what are you still touching with your hands after you finish painting?" Sun Wukong said this in a somewhat inexplicable tone, with a little anger, which seemed to be mixed with other meanings.

"The finishing touch."

Sun Wukong: "..."

The great sage was so angry when he heard that, he must be sick!Can that be called the finishing touch?

[That's called the red way of playing hooliganism. ]

[San'er, can you shut up? ]

[Okay, Xiaohong. ]

"Okay, I've finished drawing, so don't worry about it too much." Fu Zhenhong said casually.

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, feeling that it wasn't the little bone demon who was being teased for a while, and this little monster was making sarcastic remarks so nonchalantly.

Really angry!

Fu Zhenhong held back her laughter, softened her tone, as if she was comforting a child who was having a temper tantrum, and said in a rare and gentle voice: "Be good, don't be angry, you will fly to my hairpin now."

The great saint's anger has decreased, but he still said in a cold voice: "I'm not your pet, don't talk to me in this tone!"

Fu Zhenhong echoed, "You are not a pet, you are the famous Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain."

Monkey King paused, why did he feel that the bone demon's praise was not sincere at all, and even felt perfunctory?

Seeing that Sun Wukong didn't move, Fu Zhenhong said again: "It's getting late now, hurry up."

Only then did Sun Wukong reluctantly fly to the hook jade on the top of Fu Zhenhong's hairpin.

Fu Zhenhong looked in the mirror, and the butterfly hairpin didn't feel out of place, "Remember not to move it for a while."

"Old Sun still needs you to remind?"

Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly and said nothing, once again dipped some lip balm with her fingertips, and wiped it on her lips according to the bronze mirror.

Because of his action, Sun Wukong, who was able to stay still on Fu Zhenhong's hairpin without distracting thoughts, uncontrollably shifted his gaze to the smiling beauty in the bronze mirror.

He watched Fu Zhenhong's movement of slowly applying along the beautiful lip line, and subconsciously thought that the other party also dipped the same cinnabar with this hand and touched his wings just now.

The hands that touched his wings were now carefully tracing the soft lips.

Thinking of this, the dried crabapple flowers on Sun Wukong's wings seemed to become hot and hot again at this moment.

The author has something to say: Thank you little cuties for the nutrient solution~

Thank you Watermelon Frost and Sugar Poetry for mine~

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Xiaohong: Let's explore butterflies together

Great Lord: I feel bad