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

As the night fell, the three aircraft were like a frenzied swarm of bees, pinching another fluorescent flying ship marked with the Green Alliance from left to right. Noisy laughter and curses quickly spread across the entire sky, and the swaying beam of light from the mobile phone was like broken stars A little bit, the occasional bright spot can easily make Xu Suici's body tremble like a little hamster.

"What do you mean? I don't understand. I'm going home."

Xu Suici tried to get rid of Xiao Juan's embrace, but in vain.

Xiao Juan's five fingers stretched out, like a mesh covering, firmly controlling the boneless little pitiful, constantly kneading the sensitive blood vessels in the back of the neck, making Xu Suici lie completely in his arms, panting slightly, his cheeks Gently resting on his shoulder.

His lips were so close to him, as if grabbing Xu Suici's ear, spouting demonic words.

"Lie down and don't move, I'm going to start drawing."

Xiao Juan's lips were as red as fire, and every word sounded a green flame, which surpassed the enthusiasm of the entire sky, wrapped in cold excitement.

"I have imagined the skin on your back countless times. It is white, delicate, soft and flawless. Maybe there is not even a small mole. The straight spine is like a hidden pearl chain that has been hidden at the bottom of the valley."

"What kind of composition can retain the pure reverie, but also be polluted to the extreme?"

Xiao Juan's palm kept comforting the poor little girl in his arms, making Xu Suici feel so ashamed that he wanted to die, and he couldn't help but be charmed by the magic spell ringing in his ears.

"Asmodeus, the head of the charming god," he said.

When the other party's sexy guttural voice poured out into Xu Suici's burning red ears, it seemed that there was really a pencil hanging in the air on his back, continuously tracing out the outline, the strokes of the pen were fast and fragmented, and the neatly arranged lines sometimes disappeared. It was messy, the light part and the dark part were intertwined in the center of the butterfly bone, the bone shook slightly, and the skin immediately glowed with a pearl-like luster.

Xiao Juan's language hides a seductive charm. Under his elegant description, Asmodeus's unusually handsome upper half of the body, and even the gorgeous facial features that arouse desire, gradually appear on the snow-white back. It's done.

Xu Suici's back slowly seeped fine beads of sweat, and the black pigment continued to be slowly melted under the humidity, and even with the sweat flowing, the pink and white skin was completely stained, and the blurred boundaries just reflected the outline The wonderful light and shadow cast a layer of gray wings on the winding back.

Fallen angels, cursed saints.

A scorching tide circled along with the whispers, and penetrated into Xu Suici's back, every blood vessel was flowing and making noise, and the soul of the evil Asmodeus injected Xu Suici's fresh life.

Xu Suici's fingers became tighter and tighter, sweat drenched the gaps between his fingers, he kept tightly gripping Xiao Juan's clothes, Xiao Juan's powerful heartbeat was transmitted from the agitation of his strong chest to his thin white fingertips, causing the nails to spread Embarrassing pink.

"Asmodeus's mouth is sexy, charming, full of lies, with a familiar and shameful tone, he will bloom like a flower in the center of your spine, but I will never use red paint."

The muddy words seeped drop by drop from Xiao Juan's slightly pouty lips, as if the seal of morality and reason was broken, and taboo flower buds with thorns sprang out one by one.

Bloom, bloom, such pupils trembling every year.

Feelings full of chills and scorching heat surged from the limbs, enveloping Xu Suici's fragile nerves.

He raised his head slightly.

Xiao Juan's two flirtatious but red lips are opening and closing, close at hand.

A brand-new and uncontrollable feeling ran up Xu Suici's back, and even his breathing was painful due to shortness of breath.

Xiao Juan's language makes people feel happy.

Devil's lips.

The illusory portrait of Asmodeus on the back gradually merged with Xiao Juan's face, with fiery red lips, sharp teeth, and a charming, undisciplined sneer.

Xu Suici was so weak that he was sandwiched between the two, twisting his back as if quenching his thirst. His milk-colored skin had long been saturated with illusory dyes.

Dimly, the charming god Asmodeus opened his mouth and bit Xu Suici's slightly lowered back, making him almost cry out in pain.

"Years old."

Xiao Juan gently called Suisui, pulling people out of the illusory vortex, giving him real warmth and hotness.

Xu Suici's heartstrings were suddenly tugged.

Xiao Juan's long and narrow eyes concealed deep longing, and he raised his finger to wipe Xu Suici's rosy lips.

They were all bitten by tension.

It finally landed on his forehead and flicked. "Sui Sui, you've turned yellow."

The soul color exudes a flourishing golden yellow, like a bad boy driving fast in his head.

"it hurts!"

Xu Suici was knocked back to his weak sense, and was instantly flushed with shame by his gradually waking consciousness. With a push of both hands, he jumped off Xiao Juan's lap.

"Go to hell!" The little rabbit turned into a little wild cat from embarrassment, meowing and waving its sharp claws at Xiao Juan.

Bite you, bite you, bite you to death!

Xiao Juan leaned on the car door, showing a casual smile that was still unfinished, "I told you about how to paint, and I will wait for you in the studio tomorrow night, see you soon."

Xu Suici's earholes were filled with crispy hot air, his legs were soft and soft, and he still had the backbone to pull up the snakeskin bag on the ground, and dragged it while cursing, "Go and draw it on your own!" Get on your ass!"

When I was lying in his arms just now, I should have bitten off his windpipe, no, no, I should have put the helmet on my hand, and punched the snake spirit in the chin.

Xu Suici ground his teeth, every tooth was itchy.

Something turned yellow.

Xu Suici reached out and rubbed his forehead, shaking his head, trying to drive away the annoying noise in his ears.

It was so noisy, it made people angry.

In vain.

Xiao Juan's smile, Xiao Juan's words, Xiao Juan's tongue.

Everything is so real.

So annoying.

Xu Suici gave up struggling completely, squatted beside the road, secretly tugged at his limp thigh muscles, and vented enough.

"Sui Sui?" A tall figure came from under the dimly lit street lamp.

Chen Sui searched for him for a long time, and almost became impatient, the small universe exploded in his chest.

Look at Xu Suici squatting on the spot and ignoring him, a small group of stubbornness that seems to trip passers-by to death.

Angry and laughing.

In the end, for Bai Ye's sake, he walked over and put his hands in his pockets to ask.

"Hey, Bai Ye told me to come and find you."

Bai Ye, Ye Ye, wife~

Xu Suici was extremely aggrieved, with his arms around his legs, this was the second time he was bullied by perverted Xiao, and he dared to ask me out for the third time.

The eye sockets are slightly wet, but they can't bear it.

Chen Sui called him for a long time but didn't get an answer, thinking that this is completely different from usual, why are you listless?

He reached out and touched Xu Suici's back in disgust.

The whole dress was drenched, and when it was blown by the wind, it was cold and slippery.

Xu Suici yelled, "Don't touch my back!" as if being scorched by a red hot iron.

Let's do it!

Chen Sui has always been unable to like Xu Suici because he always wraps around Bai Ye like a dog skin plaster, in a natural repulsion and defense against his love rival.

But Xu Suici, who was curled up into a ball, was actually small, a little pitiful, and even cute.

What's more, the clothes are all soaked, if the wind catches a cold, Bai Ye has to take care of the patients, and maybe provide some kind of physical contact opportunity for the two of them.

Think so far.

Without saying a word, Chen Sui took off his wide half sleeves, revealing his rock-like body, and grabbed Xu Suici's thin arms and forced them to cover him.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to be kind to you, but your clothes are soaked." Chen Sui, whose jacket was missing, was not ashamed at all, but continued to stuff his hands into his trouser pockets generously.

Xu Suici was wearing work clothes with half of his sleeves on, like a child stealing his father's clothes.

"I won't thank you anyway."

Love rivals don't need friendship.

Chen Sui sneered, and casually picked up the snakeskin bag on the ground, "Anyway, you have to wash it for me... Don't ask Bai Ye to wash it, you wash it yourself." Walking in front of him, he said carelessly , "By the way, you brat, how can you hide so well? I searched for you for a long time, and walked around the artificial lake at least a dozen times."

Xu Suici followed him with his head down, and suddenly found Chen Sui's shadow hovering under his feet. As long as he jumped, he would step on the head of his rival projected on the road.

Step on you, tell you to show off your might.

In fact, it was Xiao Juan who stepped on it.

Take Chen Sui to vent your anger.

"Maybe your eyes are too small to see me."

Chen Sui smiled angrily, "It's not because you are too young." He gestured with his little finger, full of contempt.

Xu Suici was so angry that the two words that men are most taboo to say are "You are too young" and "You are so fast"

Chen Sui will definitely not be able to catch up with Ye Ye, because his mouth is too stinky.

Angrily retorted, "Chen Sui, don't be arrogant...you...your sleeves are smelly, Yeye hates men who don't care about hygiene the most."

Chen Sui didn't know why he was so angry, so he mocked, "Men are stinky, don't tell me you are still a sweet potato?"

Xiao Juan looked at the person in the mirror, twisted a little hairspray with his fingers, and calmly tidied up the slightly curled ends of his hair, revealing his smooth forehead.

Huo Dou stood at the door of the bedroom and respectfully said, "Master, your studio is ready, and drinks and refreshments for guests are also prepared."

Xiao Juan said, "My painting will take about five days and four nights to complete this time. Have you prepared all the bedrooms and bathrobes that you have prepared in advance?"

Huo Dou nodded, "Even the special rose bucket for guests' bathing, as well as the custom-made French shower gel, have been placed."

Xiao Juan has been used to being a housekeeper since he was a child, and Master Xiao can feel the implication in any look in his eyes.

In short, the young master really likes to draw, not one of them.

The young master was a little excited.

The young master laughed for no reason several times today.

Xiao Juan waved his hand and said, "If you don't have special needs, don't approach the studio without authorization."

After sending Huo Dou away, Xiao Juan walked from the bedroom to the rose bushes, and the rich fragrance of roses made people feel refreshed.

Xu Suici walked in with ease.

Xiao Juan was standing beside the flowers, holding a budding black Halfeti in his hand, as if saving a white crane from the deep black abyss.

He was intoxicated and closed his eyes, but as soon as Xu Suici's breath approached, there was a burst of freshness from the rich fragrance.

Xu Suici was wearing a large raincoat and a mask on his face. If he held a long knife in his hand, he would look like a late-night murderer.

Xiao Juan was suspicious, "You..."

Do you want to take a shower first?Relax the black air all over your body?

Xu Suici took off his mask and tore off his raincoat, revealing his body wearing only two-strand sutras and panties.

"You don't need anything, I'll just give you a treat today!"