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"Jiang-" Seeing Jiang Yuxuan's focus on masturbating cats, not even giving himself a glimmer of vision, Fisk couldn't help but call Jiang Yuxuan's name aggrievedly, trying to attract the other party's attention.

The cat in Fisk's arms also "meowed" softly, looking at the scumbag man by the window who "loves the new and dislikes the old" with wet eyes.

Jiang Yuxuan curled his lips into a chuckle, but raised his head and glanced lightly at each person and cat.

Human/Cat: Sitting upright jpg.

Okay, the yellow and white cat is very dedicated and insists on its quality as a qualified tool cat, and it took a catwalk and returned to the window sill, lazily licked its fur, and then Under the warm sunshine, it collapsed into a piece of cat cake.

Fisk ground his teeth, and he swore that he actually saw the look of "King's contempt jpg." on that yellow and white cat.

He looked down at the little white cat in his arms who was still licking his balls heartlessly, feeling tired for a while.

What do you do when you feel like you have a long way to go?

Jiang Yuxuan didn't want to bully anyone anymore, he walked up to Fisk and put the little white cat on the table, ruthlessly ignoring the accusing eyes of the little fairy white cat.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Yuxuan held up the man's face, and kissed him under the affectionate gaze of the other party.

Before he could feel it carefully, the warm touch on his forehead disappeared. Fisk ignored the loss in his heart, but remembered something, and looked at Jiang Yuxuan with expectant eyes.

"May I invite you to visit my studio this Sunday?"

Jiang Yuxuan nodded, eyes bent, with a smile that cannot be ignored, "It's an honor."

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Fisk stood nervously in front of the studio door, thinking about what he was going to show Jiang Yuxuan later, his heart was a little flustered.

Will he like it?

Jiang Yuxuan didn't say anything, just stroked Fisk's hair comfortingly, and didn't give up until he messed up the man's regular hair.

Seeing the other party with messy hair looking at him in confusion, Jiang Yuxuan actually felt that such a man was cute, and immediately wanted to pounce on him and kiss him.

Just do what you say, before Fiske recovers, Jiang Yuxuan knocks on the door, stretches out his arm and pinches the person between himself and the door.

Fisk blinked his eyes, but before he realized what was going on, he was interrupted by Jiang Yuxuan's overwhelming kiss.

It wasn't until both of them were out of breath that Jiang Yuxuan let go of each other.

Jiang Yuxuan was fine, but his breathing was a little short, his cheeks were stained with a faint blush, and he stood there casually, looking like a picture of a beautiful woman in spring.

Poor Fisk, leaning against the door behind him limply, but fortunately Jiang Yuxuan discovered Fisk's situation in time, and hugged the man by the waist, so that he didn't fall to the ground.

Fisk's mood was a little complicated. Although he knew that the other party was a man, maybe Jiang Yuxuan was always indifferent on weekdays. Although he was a little naughty at times, he always felt a little delicate.

But now... Fisk quickly reflected in his heart.

You really shouldn't judge people by their "appearance".

Fiske slowed down, got out of Jiang Yuxuan's embrace a little embarrassedly, took out the key and opened the door, his fingertips still trembling slightly.

Jiang Yuxuan walked in with Fisk, and scanned the surroundings. The house was very clean and tidy, and the decorated paintings were placed neatly. There were some landscape paintings on them. There were endless wilderness, and there were smoke from ordinary houses.

Jiang Yuxuan walked around and looked around, not omitting his praise, and kept nodding at the painting.

Before meeting Jiang Yuxuan, Fisk did not have a fixed residence, because he was a painter who pursued art, and his daily life was spent on travel.

The dangerous dense forest, the Gobi where the yellow sand walks, and the ebb and flow of the waves are all recorded in Fisk's paintings.

The other party's technique is very superb, based on reality, and has a certain degree of self-expression. Every painting is beautiful and can be collected to increase value.

Fisk smiled and watched Jiang Yuxuan walking back and forth in front of his painting, looking at it constantly, he beckoned and opened a door in the house with a key.

There is actually a small room here!

Jiang Yuxuan was a little surprised. Being familiar with his lover's character, he vaguely guessed something, and after making some psychological expectations for himself, he walked to the man's side.

Jiang Yuxuan: "..."

Sure enough, the walls inside are covered with paintings, and each painting has some of its own figures without exception.

When the two met for the first time, they looked at each other from a distance, holding the cat in their arms, and looked lazily at the person who walked in the door.

There is also the way I stand opposite the man making coffee, the way I am lazy during the afternoon nap, and so on.

Fisk has painted all the scenes that can be kept these days, and the demeanor and temperament of the people in the paintings are the same as his own, which is enough to see the intentions of the painters.

Jiang Yuxuan was very moved, but he wanted to cry a little bit.

Maybe it's because the lights in the small room are too dim, or maybe it's because the paintings on the wall are too dense, in short, Jiang Yuxuan looks at his own figure densely packed like a diary, and there is something strange that can't be said.

Jiang Yuxuan didn't dare to turn his head back, afraid of some horrible scene, he swallowed his saliva, really wanted to kill himself who watched ghost movies in the middle of the night yesterday.

Fortunately, everything is normal, although I don't know why Jiang Yuxuan suddenly threw himself into his arms, with a look of not daring to see anyone, Fisk still carried him out to the outside room.

Jiang Yuxuan: On the authenticity of brain supplements that scare people to death.

Fisk was shy when he was a human being, and as expected, when Jiang Yuxuan looked up, the face of the person he saw was flushed.

Jiang Yuxuan: Scared.

Jiang·The little expert who destroys the atmosphere·Yu Xuan didn't want to be too cowardly, he dragged the person outside, and only after his whole body was bathed in the sun did he dare to hug him and praise him crazily.

He was really really really touched, but he really couldn't control his mind, Jiang Yuxuan buried his head in the man's arms, crying in his heart to excuse himself.

Fisk was at a loss, he felt that the plot should not develop like this.

Fisk: I feel a little wronged, but I don't know why.

The author has something to say:

How should I put it, if you get stuck, you will become a Buddha. In the next world, try to get a simple outline or something, let yourself fly and can’t fly anymore, and your head will be bald every day.