morbid trapping

brush--

The brush in Li Dezhuang's hand scratched across the white paper, leaving a long trace on it.

The whole painting—wasted!

Mu Jian laughed in his ear, like a child who succeeded in pranking.

"Why is Guard Li so involuntary?"

He reached out to pick up the painting and looked at it carefully, "Tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity such a good painting."

Li Dezhuang rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"Your Highness, don't mess around."

Mu Jian put down the painting, hugged Li Dezhuang from behind, put his chin on his shoulder, and breathed warmly next to his ear, "I want to try it too, guard Li taught me."

Li Dezhuang tightened his hand holding the brush, and was about to push the person away, but Mu Jian stretched out his hand to hold it.

His hands are bigger than his own, able to completely wrap Li Dezhuang's hands in it.

Just like this moment.

Li Dezhuang was completely hugged by him.

Mu Jian looked down at the drawing paper, as if all her thoughts were on the drawing paper, not elsewhere at all.

He picks up the pen, puts down the pen, draws,

Smooth lines emerged on the paper.

It was a body, male and female could not be distinguished for the time being, and the drawing skills were also clumsy, crooked.

There is no human structure to speak of.It's like something that has been dismembered from a human body and assembled together.

Li Dezhuang couldn't stand it, and couldn't help laughing.

"What did you draw?"

Mu Jian's chest was pressed against his back little by little, and his deep and magnetic voice was full of demagogic power.

He held his pen and called him Mr. in his ear, as if he was just a little apprentice who followed him to learn painting.

"Then how to draw?"

Li Dezhuang struggled, trying to break free from Mu Jian's shackles.But as a result of his great strength and struggle, he met Mu Jian's handsome face and deep eyes.

Li Dezhuang, he had to admit.

He was afraid of this man, and hated his touch from the bottom of his heart, but he admitted his beauty.

If this is placed in modern society, it will be top-notch!

Mr. fucking can't stand it!

Mu Jian chuckled twice, and took two steps back calmly, avoiding contact with Li Dezhuang's lower body.

He almost kissed him, "What are you doing looking at me like this? It makes me... a little hot."

Li Dezhuang quickly looked away.

"Let go! Don't be a waste of help here."

Mu Jian didn't agree, "You just teach me. I haven't learned it. Or, if Guard Li is off, let me see it, so I can draw it as it is."

boom!

A landslide occurred in Li Dezhuang's brain.

Swallowing the swear words, he felt a hand on his waist, so panicked that he almost jumped up to break free.

But Mu Jian seemed to be on guard, and suddenly pressed down, trapping him at the table.The beautiful eyes are downcast, holding his hand in the palm of his hand, staring at him as if doing some research.

"so beautiful."

Li Dezhuang: "..."

Mu Jian pursed her lips, and with the tip of the brush, slowly traced on Li Dezhuang's hand.

The touch of the pen tip is transmitted from the fingers to other parts of the body.

Like a demon, he grabbed Li Dezhuang's ankle and dragged him into the abyss bit by bit.

"I'll paint your hands black and print them, okay? This will save me a lot of effort."

Li Dezhuang closed his eyes and endured it.

"Give it up, it's dirty!"

"It's okay, I'll wash it for you later."

Mu Jian clasped his hands and used the tip of the brush to trace his palm little by little.

From outline to palm print, to each finger.

Draw carefully.

Draw meticulously.

It is as if glazing extremely precious porcelain.

Li Dezhuang feels that he is now a woman from a good family being molested!

Just ...

No woman from a good family has dark palms.

Mu Jian grabbed Li Dezhuang's hand and pressed it on the paper.

The palm print is complete.

Li Dezhuang was impatient, "It's alright! Can Your Highness let me go!"

This time Mu Jian didn't hesitate at all, and let go of him, but at the same time, she picked up the painting, still put her head on his shoulder, and looked sideways at his flushed face.

He laughed and asked him to look at the painting with himself.

"looks like?"

"like what?"

Mu Jian pursed her lips, blinked her eyes slowly, and said softly, "What do you think?"

"picture."

Made!

Let go of me!

Mu Jian's eyes darkened, and his throat felt like a fire was burning, and all the moisture was burned away.

He let go, "Then I'll put it away."

Madeleine is sick!

What good is a palm.

Mu Jian approached with a smile, and rubbed the tip of her nose against Li Dezhuang's cheek affectionately, "Guard Li, don't be angry. I'm just joking with you."

"Your Highness is too skinny." He had to wash his hands!

Mu Jian leaned against the edge of the table, reached out and squeezed Li Dezhuang's chin, forcing his gaze to look at her.

He grinned, "That's not because I didn't regard Li Shiwei as someone else. In my eyes, Li Shiwei is a person who is closer than the person next to my pillow."

"Go away, I'll draw in the future, don't bother me anymore!"

Li Dezhuang didn't listen to his coquettish words, dumped him, and washed his hands by himself.

Mu Jian stood in the room and watched him go out before spreading out the painting in her hand on the table and slowly imprinting that handprint on her hand.I don't care if I get wet ink on my hands.

He laughed, "I got it."

Li Dezhuang felt that it was probably because he lost his temper this time.

Mu Jian never came to disturb him when he was painting.

Li Dezhuang's business is doing very well, and he is especially popular with the mothers in the brothel.

The business is getting better and better, and he will deliver more and more frequently.

One day full of spring, Li Dezhuang was wearing a light blue long gown, and when he stepped into the door, he happened to meet the mother of the brothel. The other party was stunned at the first sight of Li Dezhuang. fell to the ground.

Crazy, stupid.

"Sir Shang, you never told me that this painter is so handsome!"

Shang Yin smiled, and was just about to take the conversation and praise Li Dezhuang.The mother continued on without thinking, praising him for his good drawing, praising him for being handsome, and even taking him to whoring for free!

Li Dezhuang's heartbeat!

Immediately go!

Before he had finished his two glasses of wine, the servant who followed him ran in and tried to persuade him to go back.

Li Dezhuang is happy.

After wearing it for so long, it's time for him to taste the benefits of the old saying.

He ignores...

The girls around were even more unwilling to let Li Dezhuang go.

Talented, good at painting, and handsome.

Such a person is among the best among the young masters who come to the brothel every day.

The boy got angry in a hurry.

When he came out, His Highness warned Qian, Wan told him not to let others abduct Guard Li.

It's over!

The white guard Li is about to be dragged into Pansi Cave!

The boy hurried back to report the letter.

Li Dezhuang was drunk, his beautiful eyes were shining even when he was drunk, very charming.

He lay down on the table for a while, dreaming a sweet dream, he seemed to be picked up by someone and confined in his arms in a daze.

Someone touched his face, and his hot breath was on his cheek.

"How can it be so beautiful?"

Li Dezhuang frowned and struggled.

"beauty--"

The boy's voice suddenly paused, with an uncontrollable hoarseness and displeasure.

"Why are you so disobedient, I have to make you suffer."