A Few Steps To Color Your Little Rival [Transmigration Book]

"do not move."

Xiao Juan slowly draws out the ending, a little hoarse, a little sexy, as if the suffocation before the storm is about to sweep across the earth, secretly contains magnetism and charm.

"I don't move...I don't move..."

Xu Suici crushed the words "you hurry up" in his throat, trying his best to suppress the trembling of his legs and the panic in his heart.

It's just a drawing, no big deal.

He was carefully building his heart, and he didn't even realize that the corners of his eyes were turning red.

The eyes of the other party are eating people.

Xu Suici was shocked for the first time that people's eyes can do anything.

It can be like smart fingers, it can be like a wet tongue, and it can be like many things that cut open the human body...

Simply close your eyes, and no longer meet Xiao Juan within any range of sight.

He bit his poor lips, closed his breath tightly, and his hands were clenched tightly, his fingertips turned white.

He stopped barking.

Xiao Juan was indeed as Xu Suici felt. At this moment, the bottom of his long and narrow black eyes was shining brightly, especially when he saw the cute and round little toes of the other party. Thin blushing, heels raised high, knees pinched, slightly separated calf bones and fleshy, tight muscle lines are smooth and picturesque.

The long, strong black line he drew just now stretched close to the snow-white leg and went to the mysterious place, like a fierce snake looking for a nest to live in, twisting its black scales constantly.

Everything is so exciting that the scalp explodes.

Xiao Juan didn't feel much pity at the moment, and even stared at the interlacing of white and black lines with gloomy eyes.

There is an unknown darkness and distortion in my heart, and I want to make that who is more dirty.

The flat-tip pen in his hand was dipped in enough paint again, and he tore away the other's tightly closed knees, and rudely added the second and third strokes.

The black threads gradually grew and meandered on Xu Suici's legs, like bluegrass sprouting new shoots, and black styles bloomed on the spotless white. After absorbing the heat of the skin, they continued to grow. Pink spring fun.

No, it was Xu Suici who showed an unusually attractive pink color.

His skin is pink.

His soul color is pink.

All are Xiao Juan's favorite colors.

Xiao Juan's eyes had fallen to the trough of darkness, and the raging desire was burning in the chaotic abyss. His big hand forcibly held Xu Suici's slender waist, so that he would not damage the still-dried paint while avoiding it.

The elastic suit stretched between the limbs seemed to be shrinking, and when Xu Suici realized that it was actually himself that was expanding, he was already restrained in Xiao Juan's palm and could not move.

Countless dark lines drilled into his flesh and blood, causing him pain, fascination, and embarrassment to the point that every blood vessel in his body was burning.

Xiao Juan's paintbrush left a cruel touch on his delicate skin, and every time he closed his eyes, he would feel more clearly the mink hair ashamedly pricking the inner side of his leg muscles.

"No...it won't work..."

The little wolf dog suddenly couldn't be more aggressive anymore, his disguised toughness was like a punctured shell, and after being crushed, it revealed a soft inside.

Xu Suici couldn't resist Xiao Juan's restraint, and sniffed his nose for nothing, his clear eyes showed a look of grievance, and the crimson circles of his eyes were dazzled with a layer of moisture under the dancing eyelashes.

Xiao Juan paused his pen, showing a wicked smile. He saw the red 'X' on the little wolf dog's body slightly raised, telling the sensitivity and intolerance of its owner, and poked one of them with the pen. He chuckled speciously.

"Actually, you also like the feeling of being painted."

At least the body is the most honest traitor.

As soon as the words were finished, tears rolled from the corners of Xu Suici's eyes.

Like a whip gently and slowly whipping Xiao Juan's heart.

"You...why are you crying?"

He never cared about anyone, and it can even be said that he never cared about the life or death of any life.

A certain person who was secretly angry to the point of tears suddenly looked like a shrinking little puppy, lying pitifully on the velvet bed, his watery eyes were as wet as a drowning sea.

It made him suddenly unable to continue painting.

"That's all for today."

Xiao Juan has never served anyone.

The servants at home were not around, so they personally brought a basin of warm water, twisted a towel for Xu Suici, handed it to him and said, "Will you wipe it or should I wipe it?"

"Don't pretend to be kind!"

The moment Xu Suici's fingers touched Xiao Juan's palm, he was extremely angry, especially when he thought of a certain red "X" still shouting.

The person surnamed Xiao must have read all of them, pervert.

Xu Suici pushed him away, bent over and covered his stomach tightly and rolled off the bed, but his legs lost all strength, and they lay limply on the ground, as anxious as a baked apple, exuding an intoxicating sweetness.

The devil has sucked all my strength away!

Xiao Juan hooked the corners of his lips lazily, stretched out his arms and hugged him back to the bed, and softly comforted Xu Suici, who was full of vigilance again, "I just want to find inspiration for painting from you."

The implication is extraordinarily subtle.

Apart from painting, I have no other interest in you. Thinking too much is bad for your health.

Xu Suici still didn't trust him very much.

Xiao's painting technique is too lustful and angry, even a serious child like him can't help but react.

Xiao Juan quietly wiped off the lines on his legs with a wet towel, feeling regretful in his heart, but Xu Suici's vigilant expression was extraordinarily interesting.

Xiao Juan cleaned up the blackness between his fingers, and gently stroked Xu Suici's hair for the first time.

"I see in your legs..."

A painter's eyes see everything.

"Maybe I can't walk yet, and it's raining a little bit outside, otherwise I'll just sleep on this bed for one night and leave tomorrow morning."

Xu Suici kept covering his abdomen. Although his skin was refreshed, the residual heat from the brush was still burning in his body, especially when Xiao Juan wiped his legs.

His fingers are really very gentle, as if a god is caressing the drawing paper, without any ambiguity.

But I still can't get up.

He is dirty.

"It's okay, I can go after a while."

Xiao Juan was amused by his stubbornness, "What are you afraid of, you have so many needles on your body."

Deliberately propping his arms towards the bed, his body getting closer and closer pressed against someone who was caught off guard. Xu Suici was so frightened that he lay back on the bed again, sinking deep into the soft black velvet, his shy eyes were so mesmerizing, With crispy beware.

"Can I still go hungry and eat my own model?"

Xiao Juan finally retrieved the soiled towel from his side, threw it into the basin with a pitcher, turned around and left with a faint smile.

Before taking two steps, Xu Suici roared, "I'll just sit for a while, and I'll leave in 10 minutes! The ghost wants to stay in this place!"

......

Xu Suici slept soundly, the soft velvet bed had a kind of magical power, his head just rested on it, and his eyes closed smoothly.

Waiting for Jingxing to remember that he was sleeping in a perverted home.

I was so frightened that my soul almost flew away.

Then I felt the back of my hand was cold, even a little itchy.

Opening his eyes, Xiao Juan's charismatic facial features were magnified in front of his eyes. His eyelashes were extremely long and dense, and when they drooped down, they cast a shadow on the plump silkworms. Not fast or slow, as meticulous as treasures.

His palm was broad and elegant, and with the help of the faint morning light, he used the thinnest paintbrush to carefully outline the back of Xu Suici's hand.

Xiao Juan's fingers are worthy of the word dexterity, and it took an hour to perfectly complete an abstract black and white outline.

Black is the smooth lines, white is the undertone of the skin, intertwined together is charming and full of radiant charm.

He was always reluctant to part with Xu Suici's skin as delicate as snow, tossing and turning all night, so that he couldn't wait to sit here at five o'clock.

Just right.

The moment Xu Suici opened his eyes, he simultaneously completed the artistic conception he had dreamed of.

Xu Xiaogou whispered good morning to Xu Xiaogou, who opened his eyes with a cute face and was full of milk fragrance.

"I didn't disgust you this time, did I?"