single sickness

Xiang Mo could somewhat understand that being surrounded by more than 20 people and undressing, even a social terrorist like Du Chi would inevitably feel hesitant.

Naturally, he wouldn't give Du Chi a chance to back down, and urged him a few more times with his eyes. Finally, Du Chi took off his shirt obediently and sat down on the chair.

The students gave a cooperative "wow", and all of them stared at Du Chi without blinking, especially the ball head and ponytail, and whispered excitedly.Xiang Mo thought it normal when the ball head came to class, but he couldn't even cut the ponytail into a circle, so he didn't know why he was here to join in the fun.

"Our teaching today is divided into two parts, the front and the back."

Xiang Mo took the marker pen with the cap in his hand, and made two gesticulations on Du Chi's body.

The students fell silent immediately, and all stretched their necks to listen to Xiang Mo's lecture.

"First of all, we know that there are two important muscles in the neck." Xiang Mo opened the marker, grabbed Du Chi's chin with his left hand, forced him to look upwards, and drew a diagonal line on his neck with his right hand.

Skin to skin suddenly touched, warm body temperature came from the fingertips, Xiang Mo glanced at Du Chi subconsciously, and found that Du Chi was also looking at him.

"Here is the sternocleidomastoid muscle. Watch how the bobbing of the head affects it."

Xiang Mo looked away lightly, came to Du Chi's back, pressed his shoulder with his left hand, pinched his chin with his right and swung from side to side.

"When you look straight ahead, these two muscles are invisible, but you need to know that they are there."

After saying this, Xiang Mo raised Du Chi's chin again, and pressed his four fingers on his Adam's apple with his left hand.At this time, the sexy bumps have become poor teaching props, allowing Xiang Mo to touch and fiddle with them without emotion.

"The size and position of the Adam's apple cannot be taken for granted, it should be based on the length of the neck."

The protrusion under the fingertips slid down uncontrollably, Xiang Mo looked down at Du Chi, and found that Du Chi, who was raising his head, was looking at him with a slight frown, his expression seemed to be very dissatisfied with this posture.

"Next, the most aesthetically pleasing part of the shoulder is the collarbone."

Xiang Mo finally let go of Du Chi's chin, pressed his collarbone with both hands, and slid his fingertips from the middle to his shoulders.There seemed to be invisible traces left on the place that had been caressed, causing Du Chi's Adam's apple to slide again.

"This location is the deltoid, which connects the pectoralis major to the biceps."

Xiang Mo drew a circle on Du Chi's right shoulder, and then the tip of the pen came to his chest, outlining the shape of his right chest.

"Everyone's chest shape is different, some are square, some are round. As you can see, our model has square chest, which is considered a better-looking one."

Xiang Mo was kind enough to not touch Du Chi's chest.

"Below the pectoralis major is the serratus anterior and the rectus abdominis. Everyone's abdominal muscles are different. Some people have six packs, some have eight packs, some are symmetrical, and some are asymmetrical. Our model has a symmetrical eight pack abs. Muscle, just where it disappears at the bottom..."

The pen tip followed the line of the abdominal muscles and gradually approached the waist of the trousers.Xiang Mo could clearly feel that the lower the tip of his pen was, the tighter Du Chi's muscles became, and the more obvious the lines became.

For Xiang Mo, the obvious lines are of course a good thing.He didn't stop the nib just enough, but came to the edge of Du Chi's trousers.

Du Chi was wearing loose slacks, and the waistband of the trousers was tied at random, as if it could be pulled apart with a light pull.

Xiang Mo still didn't stop writing, but instead pushed Du Chi's waistband down with his little finger.But at this moment, his right hand was suddenly grabbed, and Du Chi, who had been cooperating all the time, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Teacher Xiang?"

The meaning in the eyes is obvious: this is probably another price, right?

There was a strange "beep" sound from below, Xiang Mo put away the markers appropriately, looked at the students and said: "The right side of the model's abdominal muscles near the bottom is more obvious than the left side. When drawing later, pay attention to the handling of shadows." .”

The students began to practice on the drawing paper, and the studio was filled with the sound of friction between pencils and drawing paper.

If you ignore the slightly crowded feeling here, the light music flowing in the studio coupled with the rustling of painting is the sound that Xiang Mo feels comfortable with.

However, someone always spoils the atmosphere.

"Master, how long have you been exercising?" a student asked.

Xiang Mo raised his gaze from the student's drawing paper, and was trying to make people stop shouting, but Du Chi replied familiarly: "From college to now."

"Then how long have you been with Teacher Xiang?"

Now Du Chi didn't answer, but looked at Xiang Mo like throwing the pot away.Xiang Mo found the person who asked the question, frowned slightly and said, "Draw well."

At this time, a strange sound suddenly came from a corner of the studio. Looking at Mo Xunsheng, he saw ball head and ponytail crowded behind an easel, and several students without seats were watching.

When I came to a closer look, sure enough, the ball head was drawing messy things again.

"If you do this again, I'll refund your tuition." Xiang Mo said with a headache as he looked at the two men kissing on the drawing paper.

"Teacher, I was wrong." Wanzitou immediately turned the drawing paper over and began to draw Du Chi's sitting posture.

After a while, Xiang Mo saw that the proportion of a student's picture was wrong, he walked up to guide and said: "Not all the rectus abdominis is under the pectoralis major, but there is also the serratus anterior."

After ticking twice on the drawing paper, Xiang Mo went back to Du Chi, picked up the marker pen, and drew a triangle area on the side of his ribs.

"This area is also called shark muscle because it resembles the gills of a shark." Xiang Mo drew equidistant diagonal lines in the area to fill the area, and then pointed down with the pen tip to outline an area on the side of the waist. "Here is the abdomen." The external oblique, which is similar to the serratus anterior, but with a different orientation."

The external oblique muscles have a large area and are curved, so it is inconvenient for Xiang Mo to draw a diagonal line, so he pressed his left hand on Du Chi's chest, and the muscles there became obviously tense.

The equidistant slashes were drawn all the way down, and Xiang Mo felt Du Chi's body tremble slightly near the waist of his trousers.

Could it be that this person is still ticklish?

A vague thought flashed through his mind, at the same time, Du Chi grabbed the back of his hand again, frowned and said, "Xiang Mo."

It's not Teacher Xiang, nor an artist, and the tone of the name directly carries a hint of warning.

Xiang Mo glanced at a certain part calmly, the slightly undulating lines showed no signs of waking up.But he still took away the paintbrush in time to avoid any unexpected situation.

After the students finished drawing the front, Xiang Mo explained the distribution of muscles on the back of the human body.

The three-hour class ended in the blink of an eye. Although Meng Yun didn't come to help today and the number of people exceeded the acceptable limit, Xiang Mo was satisfied with the teaching results. Most of the students drew well.

After packing up the painting tools, it was only after four o'clock in the afternoon.Xiang Mo swiped his phone and walked upstairs, and found that a documentary he wanted to watch had been released two days ago, so he planned to watch it tonight.

The documentary is about various works of art in ancient Egypt, and it is a film introduced for cultural exchanges between China and Egypt.Due to the lack of film schedule, Xiang Mo only bought the [-] o'clock show tonight. To his surprise, someone had already bought the seat in the middle of the theater for this one, and like him, they watched the movie alone.

"To the teacher."

Du Chi's voice suddenly sounded above his head, Xiang Mo, who was going upstairs, looked up, and saw Du Chi standing at the door of the kitchen, his whole body was wet, and he was wrapped in a loose towel.

"You can't reach the back, you have to help." Du Chi said.

When Xiang Mo was tidying up the studio, he knew that Du Chi had gone upstairs to take a shower, but he completely ignored one thing. Du Chi couldn't clean the lines he drew on Du Chi's back by himself.

Whoever draws the line washes it.Du Chi's request was very reasonable, so reasonable that Xiang Mo couldn't find a reason to refuse.

He came to Du Chi and asked, "How can I help?" It's impossible to help you take a bath, right?

Du Chi didn't say anything, he turned around and walked into the kitchen: "Follow me."

The bathroom needs to be entered from the kitchen. Du Chi moved a chair by the dining table into the bathroom, then turned around and stepped up, put his elbows on the back of the chair, turned to Mo and said, "Rub my back."

The bathroom was filled with steam that hadn't dissipated, and the towel became looser with Indu Chi's movements, exposing the place where his back waist and hips meet.The taut curve gathers around the loin, then undulates with the firm butt muscles.

It really is a dog, Xiang Mo thought to himself, he even has a sexy male dog waist.

He forced himself to look back, and while Du Chi's skin was still wet, he took a bath towel and helped him clean up the ink lines on his back.

"This is the lats, the largest muscle group in the back."

Thinking back to himself who unscrupulously walked on Du Chi's body, Xiang Mo regretted it so much.If he had expected to help Du Chi rub his back, he would never teach students to draw their backs.

"Teacher Xiang." Du Chi lay lazily on the back of the chair, "Why didn't you tell me in advance that there are so many people today?"

"I didn't expect that either." Xiang Mo pressed Du Chi's shoulder with his left hand, and rubbed his back vigorously with his right hand. I don't know if it was because of touching too much, but he was inexplicably used to the temperature of Du Chi's skin.

"Then are you a little unkind?" Du Chi asked again.

Fortunately, the muscles on the back are not as complicated as those on the front. Xiang Mo rubbed them in pieces, and quickly cleaned up the lines on the back.

"The business is over, it's useless for you to look for me now." Xiang Mo exhaled with success, straightened up, and put the bath towel aside.

But at this moment, Du Chi suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand to a certain spiritual place.

"And here." Du Chi said flatly.

The body temperature from the palm rose suddenly, even a little hot.

Realizing what he had touched, Xiang Mo wanted to withdraw his hand in a panic, but Du Chi held his wrist tightly, making it impossible for him to stay away from the soldering iron.

"You don't care?" Du Chi turned his head, looked at Xiang Mo and asked.

Xiang Mo frowned: "Du Chi!"

Du Chi should have sensed Xiang Mo's anger and let go of his wrist.But then he stood up, let the towel fall, turned around and sat down with his legs wide open.

"Do you care?" Du Chi asked again.

Looking at the astonishingly sized object in front of him, Xiang Mo almost forgot to breathe.

Du Chi obviously lost his patience, he directly circled Xiang Mo's waist, forced him to sit on his body, raised his chin slightly and said in a low voice, "Help me, Xiang Mo."

He was clearly asking for help, but his tone was so natural.

Xiang Mo turned his head away, looked at the open door of the bathroom, and thought disturbedly, it seems that he didn't close the gate of the small courtyard, so no one should come up, right?

After waiting for a long time without a response, Du Chi held down the back of Xiang Mo's neck and moved his lips closer.

Xiang Mo tensed his back, supported Du Chi's chest with all his strength, glared at him and said, "Understood, don't kiss me."

The right hand encircled the spiritual beast, and it moved up and down.The movements were somewhat perfunctory, but Du Chi didn't care. He looked at Xiang Mo who was still tilting his head and asked, "Why can't I kiss you?"

Xiang Mo frowned and said, "I don't like it."

"Really?" Du Chi smiled softly, looked at Xiang Mo and said nothing more.

Xiang Mo was really uncomfortable being looked at, so he turned his head and said to Du Chi, "Don't look at me."

"Why do you ask so much?" Du Chi raised his eyebrows, looked down at Xiang Mo's perfunctory movements, "When will I be able to shoot like this?"

"Then you do it yourself." Xiang Mo stopped his movements abruptly.

"That's fine." Du Chi said, holding Xiang Mo's back, bowing his head and kissing Xiaodou on his right breast.

Xiang Mo was wearing a loose white casual shirt, and his body was already wet from the water stains on Du Chi's body.Du Chi licked and sucked his nipples through the fabric, and after a while the area was wetted by his saliva and turned translucent, making the pink bean hidden inside even more erotic.

Some days without doing it, every place becomes extremely sensitive.Xiang Mo couldn't help but puffed out his chest cooperatively so that Du Chi could lick harder.

"Artist." Du Chi lifted his chin from Xiang Mo's chest, and said with some amusement, "You're lecherous."

"Shut up." Xiang Mo frowned, and not to be outdone, he circled Du Chi's thing, and finally got it working this time with all his heart.

Du Chi's breathing became obviously heavy. He unbuttoned the three buttons on Xiang Mo's chest, pulled his collar to his right shoulder, exposing the entire right chest, and then bit the breast that had already stood up with his teeth.

The pleasure spread from the chest to the brain, and Xiang Mo couldn't help but want to groan, but what came out was scolding: "Don't bite me, stinky dog."

It was the first time he heard someone calling himself that. Du Chi stopped his movements, unzipped Xiang Mo's pants, and took out the stiff little Mo from inside: "Who are you calling a stinky dog?"

"You." Xiang Mo's voice was a little out of tune due to the pleasure coming up and down, he bit his lower lip, looked at Du Chi and said, "It smells like a dog."

The hand on Xiang Mo's back suddenly went downstream, reached into his pants, and roughly grabbed his buttocks.

"You'd better shut up, artist." Du Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, "I don't want me to fuck you now."

There were no tools in the bathroom. As early as when Du Chi said "help me", both of them acquiesced to solve it with their hands only.

Xiang Mo was somewhat afraid of Du Chi's nonsense, so he didn't say anything more, bit his lower lip and concentrated on enjoying.

The messy hem of clothes was a bit of a hindrance, Du Chi took out Xiang Mo's things from under the hem of his clothes, and while skillfully fiddled with them, he looked at Xiang Mo who was panting non-stop and asked, "Why are you so beautiful even there?"

Hearing this, Xiang Mo was a little dazed. Did Du Chi say that because he thought he was beautiful?

The shirt still only had three buttons undone, revealing only a large area of ​​skin on the right chest and right shoulder.His lips had already been bitten red by Xiang Mo himself, and they were the same color as the swollen breast beads on his chest, and they looked full of lust.

"Xiang Mo." Du Chi called out in a hoarse voice, with his lips close to Xiang Mo's chin, "I want to kiss you."

"No." Xiang Mo spat out three words lightly.

Du Chi was really not obedient, he held Xiang Mo's back of the neck, and was about to kiss his lips.

As the saying goes, there are only three things to do, Xiang Mo immediately stopped his tricks, pushed Du Chi's chin away, and said with a slight look in his eyes: "I said no."

Du Chi had also figured out Xiang Mo's temperament, knowing that the cat would run away if he didn't pay attention, so he moved away from Xiang Mo's lips, but bit Xiang Mo's collarbone as if venting his anger.

"Smelly dog, take it easy..."

Being called a dog again, Du Chi pinched Du Chi's buttocks unhappily, and stuck his middle finger into the tightly closed folds.

Xiang Mo didn't resist very much, because Du Chi gave up kissing, at least it showed that he would still be obedient and not mess around.

The sensitive points in the back court were repeatedly stimulated, and the pleasure on the chest and crotch seemed to be magnified countless times. Xiang Mo knew that he could not hold on for long, so he accelerated the movements of his hands, and Du Chi could not bear the skillful technique. He couldn't help but groaned.

The two released at the same time, and the aftertaste of Xiang Mo's pleasure lasted for a long time. He lay on Du Chi's shoulder, enjoying the relaxation and laziness after the orgasm.

Du Chi recovered faster than Xiang Mo, he turned his head and licked Xiang Mo's earlobe, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still coming?"

Xiang Mo couldn't help being a little dazed, he just shot, what did he come for?

He quickly stood up from Du Chi, tidied up his messy clothes, put away the remaining lust on his face, and said lightly, "Go and cook."