Jalang

Xiao Hei fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, Wei Gongqing tried to wake it up, but he didn't know whether he was too tired or exhausted from looking for him, but the guy didn't respond at all.

For the sake of safety, Wei Gongqing directly sent it to the cabinet, and hid his furry body in the quilt, leaving only the tip of his nose to breathe outside.

Afterwards, he also said hello to Tongsuo, and she only needs to do a simple cleaning in the future, and don't move other places for the time being without his request.

I didn't see Chonghua early this morning, but Gongqing didn't ask, and planned to go back to his room to practice calligraphy.

The study room in the Death Mansion has been sorted out a long time ago, he thought it was troublesome, so he kept practicing in his own room.Looking at what he had written before, Wei Gongqing was delighted to find that he had made great progress. Although he could not reach the level of vigor and strength, at least he was straight and straight, and he no longer looked like a primary school student.

But Gongqing is practicing the word "good".

The structure and strokes of this character are very simple, but there are horizontal and folds, which is very difficult to write.

But Gongqing has been practicing for a long time, but he can't write the horizontal line next to the character 'zi' well. It is too long to look dull, too short and uncoordinated. He has changed countless ways and the horizontal line is still very awkward.

He practiced the first few strokes very fluently. When he wrote the last line, he paused again. After thinking for a while, he wrote slowly. Just as the tip of the pen touched the paper, his hand was suddenly held ...

That hand took him, perfecting the word 'good'.

The finishing touch is nothing more than that, this stroke makes the word different.

Wei Gongqing smiled and turned around, "When did you come?" '

Chonghua calmly withdrew his hand and stood up straight, "It's been a while."

Today Chonghua wore a more luxurious mink fur, but he was used to his fur, but Gongqing didn't think much of it, but when he stretched out his head, he found that Chonghua was not alone in the room.

The table in the outer room was piled up with all kinds of cloth, and the man dressed as a tailor stood aside, seeing Wei Gongqing looking over, he gave a respectful salute.

It seemed that Chonghua had really been here for a while, but he was too focused on his practice, and he didn't even know when someone entered the room.

"I just focus on writing, sorry..." Wei Gongqing stood up, folded the paper and put it away. Compared with before, his handwriting has improved, but in the eyes of others, the handwriting is green and immature, he doesn't know No matter how good the little dude is, he certainly won't be as ugly as him.

So he would burn the paper after practice.

Chonghua glanced at the paper in his hand and motioned him to go outside.

What is Chonghua's purpose? After seeing these fabrics and tailors, Wei Gongqing already knew. They are all sensible people, so there is no need to pretend to be confused. He looked at the cloth on the table. These particles were particles he had never seen before. Unfortunately, the best cloth shop in Kuanyang City couldn't find a single one.

Presumably Chonghua got it from somewhere else.

As for the price...

Chonghua's things are luxury items just like his fur.

'Too expensive. '

After reading it again, there was no material he usually wears, but before he could shirk, Chonghua took the material off his hand, "Take it off."

Although Chonghua has a quiet personality, he is very strong. As long as it is something he wants to do, he will never compromise.

The cloth has already been brought, even if Wei Gongqing refuses, Chonghua will still send the clothes.

Instead of this, it is better to save some entanglement time.

Wei Gongqing glanced at his body subconsciously, "It's just a measurement, there's no need to take off your clothes." '

Chonghua didn't ask again, and when he turned around, he lifted his belt lightly, but Gongqing's tough satin belt was torn off by him.

As soon as the waist was loosened, the placket slid to the sides, and now he couldn't take it off even if he didn't want to.

Under the service of the tailor, Wei Gongqing took off his coat, leaving only his undershirt.

Although the temperature in the room was high, it was winter after all, and it was still very cold dressed like this. Besides, the two of them were well-dressed, and he was too uncomfortable looking like this.

But none of those two asked for his opinion at all.

Chonghua sat aside, and after getting his permission, the tailor opened the small box he brought and began to measure Wei Gongqing.

Helpless, but Gongqing had to cooperate.

It is only now that he knows what real tailoring is, which is completely different from the steps he took in Buzhuang that day.

The tailor made the measurements very carefully, almost to the point. No wonder Chonghua left him with only his underwear. Seeing the tailor's cautious attitude, it might be more convenient for him to wear the body directly.

The tailor made a careful record of every measurement, and after a while the paper was densely written, but Gongqing looked at his own size, which was no longer completely within the range of measurements.

Even the neck circumference is recorded.

It was easy to finish the measurement, but his clothes still couldn't be put back on.

The tailor was gesturing on him with various fabrics. He fully unfolded the fabrics to form a rough shape, and then clamped them with something. The prototype of the clothes almost came out.

After finishing it, he began to seek Chonghua's opinion.

Chonghua was silent most of the time, he just nodded or shook his head, and occasionally he would give some suggestions, and the tailor improved immediately.

He tried all the fabrics on him, but the styles of each design were different. Those two completely ignored him as the client, let alone asking him what he liked, they simply regarded him as a clothes models.

However, I have to say that the tailor's techniques and brains are very powerful.

He just measured his body and quickly designed a style that suits him without repeating it.

The styles aren't perfunctory, either, with each one matching the fabric.

And his design method has the shadow of modern designers.

Whether it is people or objects used by Chonghua, it really is the best.

After the tailor had measured it, he left directly. The cloth was put here first, and someone would come and deliver it to him later.

Wei Gongqing is so cold now that his hands and feet are cold, even if he puts on clothes, he won't be much warmer.

'I appreciate your kindness for the time being, and I will solemnly thank you later. Now, I'm afraid I have to lie down on the couch for a while, or I will definitely catch a cold. ' Wei Gongqing kept rubbing his hands while he was speaking, he felt that the tip of his nose was cold.

But Chonghua didn't accept his tactful see-off, instead, he walked up to him and held his hand.

His hands were cold, but not as low as Chonghua's body temperature. Looking at Chonghua who was posing to cover his hands, Wei Gongqing couldn't help laughing, "Your temperature can't help me warm up." '

But Gongqing's smile faded after Chonghua raised his head, and finally disappeared.

Chonghua was looking at him, that look was his usual quietness, which made everything quiet, and made Wei Gongqing also quiet down.

Chonghua's fingertips rested on the tendons on the back of Wei Gongqing's hands, and he followed the tendons to feel up...

When the tailor measured it just now, it looked like this.

Chonghua's gaze followed his hand, his expression was still indifferent as always, as if Wei Gongqing was just a novelty toy, which made him curious and fond of it.

The air suddenly thinned.

Chonghua's hair drooped down, covering the faces of the two of them. The kiss was passionate and intense from the very beginning.

Chonghua is ice, but it can also set people on fire.

……

passionate kiss.

……

Can't go on.

It must not work.

But Gongqing tightened his teeth, and Chonghua didn't move.

He opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other in a kissing posture.

Then, Chonghua backed away slowly, touched his lips, raised his hand in front of him indifferently, and looked at the bright red mark on it.

His lip was bitten.

Deep mouth.

The blood fell directly onto his expensive mink fur.

Wei Gongqing lowered his head and looked aside.

He knew it would turn out like this.

After returning from Xie Gan's stockade, the loss of control on the carriage began, and the relationship between him and Chonghua was not that simple.

That's why he wanted to hide from Chonghua.

but……

Chonghua looked at him for a while, and left without looking back with his mouth full of blood.

It was exactly the same as when he came to him that night and said to help him treat him.

The door was closed, and in the messy pile of cloth, Wei Gongqing let out a long breath.