Some afternoon after N years

Zhang Yang twisted: "Huan'er~~~"

Jia Huan concentrated on painting without raising his head, "Why?"

So Zhang Yang was upset and wanted to stand up.Jia Huan picked up the writing brush and threw it over, saying sadly, "The skin is itchy again."

"But, but"

Jia Huan was angry: "But what?"

Zhang Yang was also aggrieved, because of Jia Huan's obscenity and prestige, he had no choice but to say weakly: "Huan'er, hurry up, it's getting cold."

Jia Huan said impatiently: "It's almost done, continue to lie down."

Thus, a picture of a beautiful boy lying on a couch was born.

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One night after N years

"Huan'er, why is it always me?" Zhang Yang felt aggrieved

Jia Huan pouted: "At the beginning, who insisted on being on top?"

"Okay." Zhang Yang pursed his lips.

Jia Huan said charmingly, "Hurry up, how long are you going to dawdle?"

Therefore, Zhang Yang is working hard~~~~

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