My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

There are many types of body paint pens.

Water-soluble, waterproof, sunscreen, oily, acrylic, alcohol-based... There are many others. Artists who pay more attention to paint brushes may know better, but for conjurers who don't even need moving pens In fact, it is just blind buying.

The paint pens bought by Goujuanji belong to body paint pens mixed with some alcohol. Most of them are used in body painting art. Under the current situation... probably, it is possible to make the written "positive" dry quickly and avoid the situation where the pen water is rubbed into a mess.

But if you sweat, it may be another matter.

After the first pen was written, my wife Xia Ye, who hadn't thought of this aspect, immediately became associated with it.

"Yeah... write the word "正"?" 』

I have also delved into the reading records of male high school students, and I have seen this episode in the episodes I have read. My wife Natsuno was stunned before she realized it, and then tried to support herself on the bed with her elbows, trying to support her. Get up to check.

"A horizontal line, is it the first stroke of the word "正"?" 』

"If that's the case, how many strokes does Ji-kun want to write?" 』

There are often such plots in Lifan, but the so-called "writing orthographic writing" mostly starts with one and a half... If Mr. Ji is going to do this, even my wife Xia Ye will inevitably feel a little flustered.

"...In that case, it will take a long time, right?Is it really okay? 』

It's just that before he could prop up his upper body, the spellcaster who put on the cap of his pen with a "click" glanced at him with his purple eyes closed, and then pressed him down again with his hands free, clearly refusing to let him know In all the circumstances, the dark purple eyes were burning with stubborn anger and scorching heat, holding thin shoulders and pressing the person on the messed up bedding again.

——Don't move around, this is the first stroke.

The eyes and movements of the spellcaster were also undisguised. He made it clear that this was the meaning, and then he didn't plan to leave any rest time at all. He threw the pen in his hand to the bedside where he could see it, and then pinched it again. go back.

"..."

The bed body of the college dormitory is not so strong. If it is used as a place for intense exercise, not only will there be a "squeak" sound that makes people who understand it laugh, but there may even be real shaking that affects the displacement of items. For example, now, without knowing it, Gulu Gulu rolled to the painted pen next to my wife Xia Ye's ear.

In a hazy state of consciousness, my wife Xia Ye grabbed the bed sheet that was already wet with the sweat of his palms, subconsciously turned her head, and struggled to focus her eyes for a while before letting the blurred shadows condense into a clear image on the retina.

"It's a pen for writing. 』

"Mr. Thorn... how many strokes have you drawn?" 』

My wife Natsuno was thinking vaguely.

"The fifth stroke?Sixth pen?I can't remember how many times, if Mr. Ji wanted to write the word "正", he has already written one completely, right? 』

"Why haven't you stopped yet? 』

"I'm so tired. 』

My wife Xia Ye thought that they hadn't eaten dinner yet, and it was completely dark outside. He stared at the shaking clock for a long time, but failed to focus his sight. phantom.

"Although I also like to have intimate contact with Mr. Thorn, it has been going on for several days now... Is it a bit, the frequency of intimacy is too high? 』

Although I said that I would do it before, neither of them is actually the type who can be twitchy. In this respect, they can be called "honest", including playing for a long time at the love hotel, but like now, they are completely It was actually the first time that there was no end in sight, and even a slightly punitive intimate contact.

Even on the birthday of the spellcaster, my wife Natsuno calmly counted and weighed the medicine with the thought of "don't allow Lord Thorn to escape", and after finishing it several times, she escaped from the burning heat The spellcaster also stopped in moderation - not like now.

— as now.

The limp arm was grabbed by the hot palm. My wife Xia Ye looked at it blankly, and then she was pulled up by the arm, pulled up from the supine position, and her chest was pressed against another person's chest, because The strange feeling caused by the change of position is also frightening. He subconsciously whimpered and squeezed out an uncontrollable gasp from his throat, and then hugged the magician's neck tightly. .

It was the familiar "click" sound of pulling out the cap of the pen, and she flinched a little when she heard it. The next moment, my wife Xia Ye felt a cold on her thigh, and she was painted on. The first few strokes of the character "正".

"It hasn't stopped yet... Did you switch positions this time? 』

"This position is very good, it's so good, it's so strange, I don't want to continue. 』

The slack pink pupils finally regained their concentration, and slowly tilted their head to one side, staring at the "Zhengzi" on their legs in a daze.

"I can't see clearly, but it seems that at least two of them have been written. 』

『Still-kun still has no plans to stop... Don’t Mr. Thorn feel tired? 』

"I have no strength, I am very tired, I am so strange, I am so uncomfortable, Mr. Thorn is too much. 』

In the spare time of breathing, my wife Xia Ye listened to the same heavy and intense heartbeat and breathing sound of another person, and finally felt a little helpless that this intimate contact would have no end. Grinding, and then decisively bit the side of the curser's neck.

"..."

Trying to get the attention of the spellcaster in this way, my wife Xia Ye let go of her mouth until she tasted the sweet smell of blood in her mouth, and licked the oozing blood beads, covering the blood smell with a layer of blood. The fine drops of water were rolled away with the tip of the tongue, and it could be said that he was subdued and tried to plead for forgiveness in a weak voice:

"Mr Thorn... don't write any more."

"I'm so tired, I really want to rest. 』

"Don't do it again."

My wife Xia Ye buried her face in the neck of the curse speller and rubbed it coquettishly, and said softly: "I want to sleep, I want to rest, if I continue to do this... it will break."

……

On the bed, the nature also has a strong repressed aggressiveness. A dog with a strong desire to attack is more likely to release his suppressed nature. It can be seen that he subconsciously likes situations where he can dominate, and provocative or painful behaviors can easily stir up a certain nerve and arouse a stronger desire to suppress.

In addition, being questioned × ability can also make people angry, and counting the various things before, it is rare for the dog to be hooked. I am very worried about his body, so now let Xia Ye experience for himself, how good is his boyfriend's physical fitness?

He has made up his mind this time, and he must not soften his heart to the evil pink cat.

So, even if he was coquettishly begging for mercy in a soft tone, the ruthless spellcaster didn't intend to stop at all, he did what he should, and turned around while pinching the little face of the pink cat who always likes to pretend to be innocent, Fingers unceremoniously poked into the teeth, pulled the soft tip of the tongue and pinched it out, let the soft snake letter rest on the lower lip, and admired the "punished" pink cat weakly clinging to his arm , The scene of tears sticking out the tip of the tongue.

Then he spoke in a bad tone that was deliberately lowered, with the ending rising upwards, which seemed to have a bit of mischief and threat, and he was a little proud of the success of the prank, and said word by word:

"Bonito~fish~dry!"

- just don't stop.

After the words fell, the spell master leaned forward again, grabbed the small piece of limp snake letter, and did not intend to give Xia Ye a chance to breathe, and aggressively squeezed his own snake tooth curse pattern Printed over, lingering and intense kiss.

As for when the word "positive" will be written...

Gou Juanji thought to himself, at least, write Xia Ye's leg completely, right?

***

I didn't notice it when I was on the bed, and I didn't notice it when I was holding the paint pen to write the orthographic characters on the white and delicate thighs, until my wife Xia Ye, whose physical endurance was not as good as his, was able to sleep softly against him, and then fell asleep again. Being dragged back to this protracted battle by the words "wake up" in his ear, the dog curled up and stopped with some leeway - he still had to spare the energy to clean up the scene and bathe the cat.

The used small umbrellas were thrown casually on the ground. Later, the dog curly thorn was too lazy to tear the packaging. Anyway, it was not the first time. Once the sowing was done once, it would be out of control. After all, without an umbrella The feeling is actually more comfortable.

While proudly counting how many "positives" he wrote, he was still a little bit reluctant to wash away his "results of battle". Goujuanji was a little tangled, and he wanted to keep them as "evidence" for Xia Ye to wake up tomorrow, to prove himself His physical fitness and X ability are definitely very strong, if Xia Ye underestimates him, he will be made to fall asleep like today.

However, the body paint pens he bought are not waterproof, and they have been wetted by sweat due to intense exercise before.

Although it is a mess, it can be vaguely seen that it was originally the word "正". This situation may be more confusing than the simple word "正", and it seems that the battle is more intense, and it will even be more bloody. Zhang, it seems austere, but sometimes we have to consider realistic factors.

For example, if you rubbed a pen with water on the quilt, it would be meaningless to increase the burden of housework... So it should be washed or washed.

So Gou Juici pondered for a while, his eyes slightly dodged, and the tips of his ears began to turn red. Although he was a little guilty, he still went to get his mobile phone honestly, his eyes dodged a little, but he opened the camera firmly with his hand, and turned on the camera. I took pictures of my "handwriting practice evidence".

It's just... It's just intended to be kept as "evidence", and there is no other reason. After all, Xia Ye won't be able to see it after washing it off.

With this self-deceiving mentality, Gou Juanji convinced himself.

……

After cleaning up the mess, the dog Curly Thorn hugged the pink-haired cat curled up in a ball and lay back under the quilt, sinking into a familiar dream.

——Not surprisingly, he had another dream.