Correct posture of masochism [system]

In the second half of the night, Jiang Yu was nestled on the sofa, his wet eyelids were half drooping, and his sticky body was hot. He propped his forehead, pursed his dry lips, and curled his five fingers to push back his sweaty hair, revealing the The sharp eyebrows and eyes are like wild wolves looking for food in the dark.

The whole building is silent, and the slightest movement will be magnified countless times.

The sound of glass breaking in the hall exploded, there was a faint light on the second floor, and the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs gradually became clear.

The man was neatly dressed and did not sleep. He looked at the boy squatting on the ground, the surrounding light was dim, and he could only find a silhouette.

"what are you doing?"

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, followed by a hoarse syllable, "Thirst."

Xu Yiming frowned. When he smelled a bloody smell in the air, his expression changed instantly, and he turned to turn on the light.

A corner of the brown blanket hung down from the sofa, and the boy sitting on the ground was almost naked.Naked, with black wet hair messily sticking to his neck, blood flowed from the soles of his feet onto the wooden floor, he tilted his head weakly, and the tip of the index finger of one hand was dripping blood.

But those dark eyes were staring at him. It was a kind of fierceness and toughness that were two extremes of weakness.

Bewitching, confused, sinful, evil.

This is what Xu Yiming felt. For a second, or two seconds, something imprisoned in his body roared and rushed out.

"Get up." Xu Yiming looked down condescendingly, his indifferent attitude was unkind, covering up the sudden change in him.

"Xu Yiming..." Jiang Yu looked at him, his throat trembling, "I'm in pain."

It was the first time I heard the boy call him by his name directly, instead of the false Teacher Xu, Xu Yiming's eyes sank slightly, and he went over to hug him.

"Mu Shaoqing, remember to clean the floor and blankets you stained tomorrow."

Jiang Yu's temples twitched, pretending not to hear.

"Don't rub sweat and blood on my clothes." The man upstairs was still talking, perhaps trying to distract himself from the feeling of hugging someone for the first time.

As soon as he finished the last word, an arm was hooked around his neck.

Jiang Yu was still holding on at first, but then tired, he closed his heavy eyelids, and fell asleep in the lingering breath of pen and ink.

Turning left on the second floor is Xu Yiming's bedroom. It is very big and empty. There is only a big bed big enough for five or six adults to lie side by side and move around freely. The far wall opposite is a row of wardrobes, nothing else. thing.

Stopping the boy's movement on the bed in mid-air, Xu Yiming looked at the blood on his feet, carried him into the bathroom with disgust, and wiped it off with a big towel, unfamiliar things were very difficult to do.

So much so that when he wiped a little blood on the boy's chest, he lost his strength and it turned red.

The brighter the color, the more beautiful it would be. When Xu Yiming realized what he was thinking, his breathing became chaotic, and it became extremely fast and steady.

Xu Yiming's gaze scanned the naked body of the young man in his arms, and did not stop there. Perhaps it was due to professional influence, he was very calm, but he couldn't resist touching the closed eyes of the young man.

The place under his fingertips was the reason why he made several exceptions and made unreasonable actions again and again.

At 03:30 in the morning, the deep night has been diluted by dawn.

After Xu Yiming finished packing the medicine box, he held the boy's feet and put them under the quilt. He got up and stood beside the bed, rubbing his sore forehead with one hand.

"This bed has never been slept on by outsiders." His tone was not very good. He took it home for no reason, and put it on the bed for no reason. It must be caused by a certain mental disorder.

Xu Yiming left the bedroom, closed the door behind his back and went to the studio.

He closed his eyes, and the scene of the boy sitting on the ground appeared in his mind, with a brown blanket, a black sofa, bright red blood, and dark wild eyes.

Xu Yiming picked up the charcoal pen, and the things bursting out of his chest shattered like mountains and rivers, rushing into the blood with a devastating force, concentrated in his right hand, urging him to bring that unique soul to life in the pen.

Jiang Yu woke up from hunger, and the moment he opened his eyes, he thought it was his own room, and he came back.

Same emptiness, except his room is black.

"000, how far is the task progress?"

"Ding, favorability -1."

"..."

Jiang Yu's face was gloomy, he still underestimated the difficulty of Volume [-].

During this period of observation, he found that Xu Yiming was hostile and disgusted to everyone, and always used his own standards and viewpoints to measure and demand others to satisfy their self-awareness.

That is impossible to achieve, so he will just continue to loathe and find fault with people and things around him.

Jiang Yu lifted the quilt and got up, stepped on the ground with his feet, there was a slight pain when he exerted force, he looked down at the bandages on his feet, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

He lowered his eyes, and with a smile on his lips, he took the bait.

Jiang Yu opened the closet, swept his eyes, and took a blue shirt from the hanger. According to his height, he didn't need to wear pants.

There are only a few rooms on the second floor, with monochromatic picture frames hanging on the walls, bordering on sex and desire.

Jiang Yu stopped in front of a painting, he raised his eyebrows, appreciating Xu Yiming's paintings requires qualifications, and being able to understand the world in the paintings requires literal comprehension.

He is just a businessman with dirty methods, with a stinky body, and he doesn't understand the elegance and nobility of a literati.

However, as an outsider, he can still see that these paintings are mostly dark, jumping and twisting under the control of his own spirit, and venting his repressed side ferociously. There are rich colors hidden in those grays, making people fall into dreams.

Jiang Yu was amazed at that man's talent.

"Ding, congratulations to Mr. Jiang for activating the skill 'Take you up. The tide takes you to fly'. The cooldown time is 3. The countdown is [-] minutes."

The veins in Jiang Yu'er's head twitched violently, his breathing became disordered all of a sudden, his shirt was empty, and his buttocks were still limp, how could he be taken to fly?

"Ding, Mr. Jiang, don't worry, 000 will help you and let you fly high."

Why do you have such a bad feeling?Jiang Yu suddenly shuddered, and looked at the closed door with a sullen face.

After asking in his heart, he touched the cold metal that suddenly appeared in his hand.

All cognitions have changed from his encounters and are constantly being refreshed.

Insert the key.Put it into the keyhole and turn it gently. He learned from 000 that the man inside was in a state of enchantment when he was painting, and was isolated from the world.

The door was opened a crack, and a smell of paint and charcoal rushed in. Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes, and the next moment his pupils constricted, and his whole body froze.

The man who was facing him was completely naked.Naked, the masculine features are in a state of excitement, the astonishing size is an unreserved release, and the display of the muscle contours between the strokes is the interpretation of strength and beauty.

Jiang Yu opened the door and walked in, he saw the people on the canvas clearly.