you are the strawberry flavor

When Zhang Yuan was a sophomore, his younger brother was born.

The roommates lamented that Zhang's parents and mother were so brave in their 40s, but they didn't expect that after Zhang Yuan hung up the phone, he picked up his coat and went out without saying a word.

"Yuaner, where are you going!"

Zhang Yuan turned around, with a majestic look on his face as if he was going to blow up a bunker: "Alien."

Heterogeneous, probably gay.

Yes, that's right, Zhang Yuan is gay.

When I went to the bathhouse in high school to take a shower, I accidentally discovered that I had reacted to the head of the dormitory that I had been with day and night, good guy, but Zhang Yuan was frightened, and hurried out of the bathroom with his hands covered, and asked for leave to go home to see a doctor.

The results show that everything is normal.

After half a month of analysis and speculation, Zhang Yuan suspected that it was genetic.

Then, he was chased three blocks away by his parents with a mop.

Finally, the Zhang family came to a conclusion about why Zhang Yuan likes men.

God only knows why.

In response to this conclusion, the already wealthy family decided to have a second child.

According to Zhang Yuan's fucking original words, "If the first child is abandoned, then it is useless, and the second child should be well-raised."

So, now, him!Master Zhang Yuanzhang!Go hunting!Looking for someone to fall in love with vigorously!Accept and enjoy your sexuality!

"Heterogeneous" is at the lively point at this time, and the exciting music can feel the tremor at the door.

When Zhang Yuan came in, he immediately fell in love with the man sitting in front of the bar.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

She has a high nose bridge and long eyelashes, big eyes and thin lips, and white skin that dazzles her eyes. Apart from her thin body, which makes her look fragile, there is nothing wrong with her!

Tsk, the side face is so beautiful, but the front face is worth it?

In normal times, Zhang Yuan would never hook up in a bar at all. Today, he is happy and feels at ease. This brother is also a bit taller. He is really the type he likes. Once his brain is hot, he looks like a little ruffian. Come together.

"Dude, are you... a human?"

The beauty was stunned.

Zhang Yuan himself was stunned.

With a slap on the forehead, he almost made himself cry.

Nervous baba!Doesn't it just look good?What are you nervous about!

"Could it be, do I look like a ghost?" the beauty asked dumbfounded.

Tsk, the sound is so magnetic, it's terrible.

Zhang Yuan stared in bewilderment at the man's red lips opening and closing, and smiled silly at him like a silly dog.

"Tsk, it looks good."

Qi Shuyi squinted his eyes, and saw Zhang Yuan's face clearly amidst the feasting and feasting.

He is 187 tall, tall and burly. In the late spring and early summer weather, he wore an army green jacket with a black vest inside, and his muscular muscles were faintly visible.

However, unlike the fitness and muscular man who can be seen in his clothes, this man only looks strong and strong, neither thin nor fat, which can be called perfect.

For a moment, my heart skipped a beat, and unspeakable inspiration surged in my mind, eager to burst out.

Yes, that's it!Intense, masculine and assertive.

The corners of Qi Shuyi's lips twitched, and there was some deliberate charm in Taohua's eyes: "Let's have a drink together?"

The beauty smiled, and Zhang Yuan's mind was completely empty: "Okay!"

The bar, the music, the beauties, the alcohol, all add up to a perfect crime scene.

When Zhang Yuan came today, he didn't intend to go back whole.

After a few glasses of low-alcohol colored cocktails, he was already drunk, and he gnawed chaotically on the booth with the beauty in his arms.

Qi Shuyi didn't refuse either, and obediently let him kiss and hug her, and at the right time, she leaned into his ear and whispered seductively, "Go to my house."

A dark smile flashed in the charming peach blossom eyes.

The spirit of wine was surging, but Zhang Yuan was not in a daze. How could he refuse an invitation from a beauty?

Qi Shuyi's home is not too far away, the two of them only took a taxi for less than 10 minutes.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Yuan impatiently threw the person on the door panel and gnawed on it.

No tricks at all.

Qi Shuyi just smiled lowly, pinching his thin waist with his hands, Zhang Yuan felt his whole body lose strength.

"Good boy," Qi Shuyi lowered his head, poked his fingers into his half-zippered collar, stroked it lightly, feeling the masculine lines of his muscles, "let's get down to business first."

Zhang Yuan didn't drink much, and his mind was still clear, but he couldn't exert energy on his body. He looked at Qi Shuyi in a daze, not understanding what his so-called business was.

Qi Shuyi looked weak, but unexpectedly strong, he carried Zhang Yuan to a chair and sat down, turned around and walked away!

The easel was not far away, Qi Shuyi's pair of deep peach blossom eyes were tightly locked on Zhang Yuan, and the movement of adjusting the paint with his hands was a little urgent, as if he would miss something if he was a second late.

Zhang Yuan leaned back on the chair, soft like a puddle of mud, and said vaguely with his tongue out, "What are you doing?"

"Hush," Qi Shuyi's eyes flashed with madness, he casually pulled the black veil for the model, and gently covered Zhang Yuan's eyes, "Don't move, it will be fine soon."

The hand that wanted to tear off the gauze stopped halfway, and finally hung down obediently. Zhang Yuan leaned back on the back of the chair and looked up at the ceiling through the black gauze. Added a contrived charm.

Tsk, the beauty is quite emotional.

Qi Shuyi holds a paintbrush in his hand, and his smooth lines walk on the canvas, and the strong red and yellow colors are smudged, bright and jumping.

The content of the painting obviously has nothing to do with Zhang Yuan, but Qi Shuyi would look at him almost every stroke of the painting. If Zhang Yuan saw the enthusiasm in his eyes, he would almost be frightened.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

Muscles, lines, net gauze that grows almost to the ground, the man who just sits quietly on his back, strong and dark, really, beautiful.

When a painting was finished, the sweat on Qi Shuyi's back soaked his shirt.

On the painting paper, the bright and jumping reds and yellows converge into a dense abstraction. In the center of the picture, the entangled and smudged black faintly shows the robust outline, and the sense of enthusiasm and masculinity that blows against the face is shocking.

Qi Shuyi looked at his painting, covered his eyes suddenly, and smiled with relief.

Zhang Yuan leaned on the chair, waiting drowsily, almost falling asleep, the back of his head was suddenly pinched, and the warm kiss pressed down.

"Ok?"

"Originally, I never worked with models, but you..." Qi Shuyi stood up, bowed his head to Zhang Yuan who had torn off the black veil, and smiled softly, "Let's take it as your reward for providing inspiration."

No matter how dull Zhang Yuan was, looking at the enthusiasm in Qi Shuyi's eyes at this moment, he finally had a sense of crisis. He wanted to get up subconsciously, but was held back by Qi Shuyi.

"What are you doing..."

Qi Shuyi pulled him up and threw him on the bed, while unbuttoning his shirt, he smiled softly, "Remember, my name is Qi Shuyi."