The squeamish bag is coaxed by bad men every day in the infinite world

The studio is a restricted area that many people can't step into even after spending all their efforts, but Yu He, a newcomer, can easily get the opportunity they dream of.

The agreed time between the president and Yu He was 21:30, and now it is 19:30.

Lin Jingxue had long been prepared to act at any time, but she never expected that things would develop like this.

He kept his eyes on the stage and gradually fell into deep thought.

……

Bright lights illuminate the scene in the dance room.

Three slender men stood around with dignified expressions, and Yu He in the front wall mirror was leaning forward, putting his hands on the dance pole.

Junxiu frowned slightly, her lower lip was bitten down with her snow-white teeth, and there was an extremely uncomfortable small crease on the tip of her nose.

The huge dance room seems to have the effect of stage lights, prompting the eyes to fall to the waist, and the narrow waist that cannot be grasped is restrained by the girdle, which is more visually impactful.

The person who gave Yu Hela the girdle was a female player. She was amazed at the slenderness of the other party's waist, but the size of the girdle was so small that it was abnormal.

Knowing that he is uncomfortable, she wants to make a quick decision to alleviate the pain of the other party.

It was her kindness that made Yu He completely out of control.

"Ugh-"

The suffocating feeling of the sudden tightening of the waist made Yu He's legs and feet weak, and his trembling body slowly slid down against the handlebar.

Washing white fingers firmly grasped the upper handle, and the heat left an ambiguous mist on the silver metal handle, which dissipated immediately.

He was obviously very uncomfortable, his little face was aggrieved, his eyelashes trembled, and the hem of his skirt almost slipped to the bottom.

His knees were trembling and pink, and he stood on tiptoe as if he was about to kneel or not, successfully making the air hotter than usual.

"enough."

Xia Huanye came over with a deep voice, and took Yu He in his hand with clear bones.

The young man's hands are broad and full of strength, covering the back of the waist that cannot be grasped.

The weak young man retracted into the arms of the tall young man, causing a stronger visual impact.

One hand gives full coverage.

His waist was not even as wide as a palm.

Ling Lan's gaze was unrestrained, and he almost put his thoughts on his face, but he was still able to distract himself from discussing the business, "Do you have to do this?"

"I've asked. He likes pretty things."

Veins emerged on the back of her hand, Lin Jingxue tried to calm down her tone, and looked at Yu He reassuringly, "You are beautiful."

More than just beautiful.

Whether it is the face, the thin waist and narrow shoulders, or the looming butterfly bones, even the most inconspicuous round earlobes, they all reflect absolute beauty without exception.

Like the serpent that seduced people into sin in the Garden of Eden.

"But do I really want to wear a skirt?"

There was a little embarrassment on the pretty little face, Yu He grabbed the corner of the skirt awkwardly, and asked, "Do you want me to show him this?"

The skirt is composed of a large area of ​​white and white lace, with navy blue color matching and red ribbon embellishment, and the end of the white silk above the knee is wound and hollowed out complicated white lace, the visual image is holy and clean.

The red and white ribbon wrapped around the neck went to the opposite extreme, making this already pretty little face even more beautiful.

Pure and gorgeous pulling.

They know too well what styles men like.

Hearing this, Lin Jingxue was dumb, and Xia Huanye was also silent.

If it was normal, they would definitely deny it without hesitation, but they have seen each other's strength, and they know that they are not opponents of each other at all.

Wanting to protect someone but being powerless because of insufficient strength is more heart-wrenching and painful than cutting to pieces.

"Ling Lan, you have been to the studio, what exactly is in the studio?"

"Corpse."

Ling Lan was very calm, "Cross-criss corpses."

He still remembered the disgusting smell of blood and decay the moment he opened the door.

It's not like a studio for drawing works at all, more like purgatory on earth.

The dungeon will not automatically clean up the corpses. In order to deceive people, of course they have to solve the problem of the corpses.

Most of these corpses were caused by players killing each other.

"Listen to me, he is ruthless, and he will never break his promise. When the time he set came, he didn't touch you."

Lin Jingxue bent down and told him seriously, "He's interested in you, Yu He."

Yu He's eyes were still moist.

Although he had a good impression of the president, they said that the president was too scary, too scary, as if the president was a demon with one hand covering the sky, a bastard who did all kinds of evil.

Yu He is very afraid of life.

Playing your temper depends on the person's order, and you will only play a small temper with people who are good to you.

At the thought of being alone with the president, and nothing had happened, Yu He was terrified, her eyes were covered with gray fear, and her small expression was like a wet flower wilting there.

Young people are the most reckless, and also the most ignorant.Ling Lan hadn't experienced the opponent's strength directly, so he said impulsively, "I'm going to kill him."

The tone is gloomy and chilly.

Lin Jingxue and Xia Huanye said indifferently at the same time, "You can't beat him."

"Even if the three of us add up and multiply by 10, we can't beat him." They said, "And he is very mysterious. I don't know which player he is. The only thing that is certain is that he must be in the first echelon." Top players."

Who exactly it is is unknown.

The other party was so powerful, Yu He's face was pale, and her black eyelashes were wet in clusters.

"I will accompany you." Lin Jingxue said.

"Your skills only last for 30 minutes."

"That trash Lin Jingxue, I'm different, I can last for two hours."

"If he really does something to you, I will do my best to protect you."

Lin Jingxue said, "Trust me."

……

At [-]:[-] in the evening, a young man stood by the stone stairs downstairs in the dormitory.

If you don't look carefully, no one will find that there is still one person standing here.

He was tall, with long legs, and the evening wind blew through his black hair, almost blending into the night.

When Yu He went downstairs with unnatural steps, the invisible Lin Jingxue followed not far behind.

When his body cast a shadow under the streetlight, the man with his back turned to face him at the same time, as if he had the ability to predict.

The footsteps going down the steps came to an abrupt stop, Yu He tightened his whole body, and stared blankly at him across the air.

The dormitory building is a bit dilapidated, and the walls and stone steps are the most common mottled cement.

Standing above, Yu He has exquisite facial features, fair skin, impeccable skin and bone appearance, which forms a strong contrast with the relatively dilapidated background, and is presented in a more shocking way.

The deep pupils sparkled with astonishment, adding elegance to this pale face.

The slender body came out from the darkness, and the gloomy and gorgeous face was gradually exposed under the bright moonlight.

Lazy and smiling eyes seemed to pass Lin Jingxue beside the street lamp. He came to the bottom of the stone steps, and the gentleman opened his lips calmly, "Are you alone?"

Yu He nodded slowly, "Yeah."

"That's good," the young president said with a smile on his face, "When I'm painting, I don't like being disturbed by outsiders."

Lin Jingxue, who was dormant in the dark, gritted her teeth and decided to leave first. Although he was sure that he would not be noticed by the other party, the other party was really sharp.

He was afraid of implicating Yu He.

The president waited quietly for Yu He below, without urging, let alone making a sound, and waited patiently for Yu He to prepare psychologically and come to his side.

But it was this silence that magnified Yu He's fear.

And because the new pair of small leather shoes rubbed my feet, I almost fell down when going down the stairs. Under the multiple blows, my eye circles became uncontrollably moist.

"Why are you crying?" the man asked.

Before putting on a ferocious look, Yu He was frightened just by asking, and tears kept falling.

He asked, but Yu He didn't answer, she just pursed her lips and lowered her head to avoid her eyes, her fingers grabbing the corner of her skirt trembled like chaff, as if she had been terrified.

More timid than imagined.

He sighed and took a step closer to Yu He.

Yu He shrank her shoulders in fright, thinking that he was going to hit her.

The weeping stopped abruptly.

The pretty face with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes was a little stagnant, she lowered her head in a daze, and the man half-kneeled in front of her, not minding that his clothes were stained with dust.

This young and luxurious man took off his coat calmly, and put it on his legs seriously and considerately.

Yu He is a head shorter than him, but Yu He has an excellent body proportion and a high waistline.

The field of vision is all dazzlingly white legs, the calves that can be held by one hand, but the knees above are pink and tender.

The legs under the skirt are long and thin. It seems that if you bow your head or lie on the ground, you can see the color inside through the gap.

"It's cold at night,"

Resisting the urge to reach out and play with it, his thin lips moved slightly, and his gorgeous and elegant velvet voice wafted in the quiet night, "You should wear a coat. And——"

"The dress is beautiful."

……

The president saw that Yu He was walking unnaturally, and guessed that his shoes were stuck in his feet, so he couldn't help but pick him up.

He walked extremely smoothly, and there was no jolt in the process of holding Yu He.

The man's coat was still wrapped around his legs, Yu He blinked, the president didn't seem to be that difficult to get along with, on the contrary, he was very kind to him.

Yu He has always been easy to climb up the pole, and when he receives a signal that the other party treats him a little better, he becomes more courageous.

The soft arms wrapped around the man's neck carefully and restrainedly. He didn't dare to hug him too hard, and kept a certain distance from the man's skin.

Sneaky eyes were observing the man's reaction, and seeing that the man didn't show disgust or anger, he became more courageous and buried his cheeks sticky.

It doesn't seem so scary.

The studio is not as gloomy as Ling Lan said.

The white walls are covered with mottled paintings, and the ground is covered with irregular paints. With the combination of vertical and horizontal lines and messy colors, a wild and casual artistic atmosphere is created.

There was no corpse that Ling Lan was talking about, and there was no bloody scene, so Yu He was relieved that there was no trace.

He is terrified of these things.

The relaxed mood made Yu He feel ashamed after knowing it. The other party didn't do anything at all, and he was so scared that he shed tears.

Worst of all, he was hungry.

He didn't eat much at all in order to put on this dress, and because he was too nervous and lost his appetite.

Sitting on the wooden chair, Yu He put his legs together embarrassingly, twisting the corners of his skirt with both hands awkwardly, his pink knees made him fragile and delicate.

"Are you hungry?"

He said considerately, "I called you over so late, I should be hungry, I didn't think carefully."

The gentleman's extremely polite attitude made him even more embarrassed, Yu He shook his head slightly, "It's okay, I'm not very hungry."

But the president still let him eat first.

When Yu He was eating, the young chairman sat across from him, didn't move the bowl and chopsticks, just looked at him with one hand on his chin, with a serious and focused expression, as if he was admiring a classical oil painting hanging in an art gallery.

Yu He eats very politely.

And because he had just cried, the end of his eyes and the area around his cheeks were bright red, and the way his black eyelashes were wet in clusters and chomping on food only made him look more obedient.

Also easier to bully.

Yu He, who was sipping pudding with his head down, suddenly felt a numbness in the back of his neck, as if an electric current was flowing upwards to the cerebral cortex.

He was like a cat being held by the back of the neck, standing on tiptoe, shrinking his whole body upwards.

At some point, the man on the opposite side had arrived at his side without a sound, his strong arms wrapped around his narrow shoulders.

Yu He was so shocked that she couldn't move, and her hands were still tracing down her spine, even if there was a cloth blocking it, it couldn't block the strange numbness.

While he was holding back, the people around him got closer and said to him, "You are so beautiful."

The strong male hormone breath enveloped Yu He's senses, and he was a little tipsy even though he hadn't drunk alcohol.

The moonlight slanted in from the window, illuminating his dazed and ignorant expression as if drunk.

The man's palms stopped at the tailbone, and at that moment, his little face was tense, his black eyelashes were raised up, and he looked pitifully frightened but struggling.

But he didn't do anything, just untied his girdle and took off the restraint.

Even after taking off the girdle, Yu He's waist is still too thin, and the wide palm can easily cover it, which is so slender that one hand can hold it.

The fingertips gradually moved down and landed on the white silk wrapping the legs.

The white stockings on Yu He's legs are extremely elastic, so they can stretch the flesh so tightly that they won't fall off. This also shows that he is not comfortable wearing them.

From the shoes to the white silk to the girdle, Yu He didn't seem to be comfortable anywhere.

"Who told you to dress like this?" he asked casually.

Yu He immediately replied, "I want to dress like this myself."

He asked cautiously again, "Don't you like it?"

The young chairman didn't say he hated it, but he didn't say he liked it either. The slightly hot temperature was transmitted to the skin through the thin stockings, which made Yu He want to curl up to avoid it.

"But you look miserable."

"Do you want me to take it off for you?" he asked.

Yu He was stunned. They said that the president would definitely like it, but now it seems that he doesn't like himself like this.

Coincidentally, he also felt uncomfortable wearing it, so he nodded with joy.

The knuckles with clear bones were stuck into the elastic band, and they were close to the soft flesh. Yu He felt itchy and strange, and without thinking, he brought his knees together.

However, such a move also stuck the man's hand in it, making him unable to advance or retreat.

It seemed that he was reluctant to let the man go.

The young president let out a chuckle, which made the timid Yu He blush, embarrassed and annoyed.

After that, he let go again, which made it easier for the other party, and moved on.

"Relax and take it easy."

As the president of the student union, you are obliged to serve your classmates and provide convenience.

First, help Yu He take off her uncomfortable shoes.

He was really white, his feet were small and delicate, and the bright red color was worn down by the ill-fitting shoes, showing through the hazy white silk.

The soft and delicate touch slides across the fingertips, the texture is delicate and soft, and the appropriate particle processing enhances the interactive experience, thus creating an indescribable trend of thought.

The elastic band that was tightly attached to the surface of the leg meat slipped slightly, exposing the area where the red line was stretched out at the edge.

The skin is soft and white, with glaring strangle marks.

As if feeling shy and embarrassed, Yu He pressed the skirt between her legs, her little hands trembled, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her delicate shoulder blades, as if she was waiting for someone to pick her.

Yu He felt that he was bothering the other party too much, so he said timidly, "May I do it myself?"

Even if he is delicate, he will feel embarrassed for bothering the other party too much.

But the man didn't seem to hear it, but lowered his eyebrows, like a sculpture frozen in place.

A small white hand protruded from above. Yu He wanted to take off the equipment that made him uncomfortable, but his wrist was cut in midair.

Yu He's ankles were shackled, and his wrists were also buckled. He didn't understand the situation and showed a confused expression.

It was this kind of expression that made him look extraordinarily obedient, but his bright lips exuded seductive charm.

No wonder so many people covet it.

Thinking of those men who didn't know how to live or die, unspeakable emotions surged.

The president raised his jaw slightly, with a helpless expression on his brows and eyes, "What should I do, I don't have any extra hands."

"It can only be this way."

Before Yu He could answer, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his gorgeous voice was laced with obscenity for no reason, "Sorry, I offended."

He thinks that in this aspect, he has no bad taste.

The young president lowered his head and bit the corner of the lace with his teeth. Under Yu He's surprised and astonished gaze, he tore it off little by little.

……

Yu He's skin is really tender.

Even if it is the finest soft lace, its hollow design scratches on the white and tender skin, which can lead to shallow marks and his slight trembling.

He was only wearing a short skirt, his calves were stretched straight, and his skin illuminated by the moonlight was white and transparent.

He dodged back slightly, but was grabbed by his ankle and forcefully pulled back.

In a panic, he didn't seem to know where to put his hands, so he could only grab the corner of the skirt and rub it into messy folds.

The black hair slid over the shoulders, revealing the white and powdery skin, tears hung on the small face, and the eyes were sad and fragile, as if seeking the protection of the strong.

Now Yu He was unrestrained and relaxed, but he still felt strange, and quickly glanced sideways at the white stockings scattered beside the sofa.

There are irregular light gray marks on the material, and the deep marks on the white stockings on the calf are particularly serious, obviously they have been taken care of.

Seeing the man looking over, he lowered his head in embarrassment, but blamed in a low voice with red eyes, "Why did you kiss me?"

The young president showed guilt, and blamed himself for his recklessness, "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Yu He naively believed it.

He still remembers that he came to be a model.

But the current president is not interested in painting. Seeing him staring at the painting on the easel, he raised the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to try it?"

Yu He shook his head, "I won't."

But the bright eyes were clearly looking forward and longing.

The president hugged him on his lap, then took a clean brush from the side and put it in Yu He's hand, "I can teach you."

The president asked Yu He what kind of painting he liked, but Yu He couldn't answer, so he finally chose a landscape painting in an album.

This landscape painting is not difficult, the composition is quite satisfactory, but the colors are bright and vivid, and the picture is extremely rich in light, which is easily reminiscent of a vibrant midsummer.

He was very patient and taught Yu He how to draw clear strokes by swinging his arms.

Yu He also listened very carefully. The simple technique in his mouth was like a heavenly book to him.

Seeing the messy drawing paper, his little face became gloomy, and his little mouth was aggrieved.

Although the president told himself that he is already very talented and has an excellent sense of color, the color matching of the picture is harmonious and vivid, which is what others can only dream of.

Yu He said sullenly, "Don't coax me."

Yu He couldn't tell that this was an obedient way to make him happy.

He is not an idiot!

A mess of paper, only smeared paint, no shape at all, and the color is dirty.

Although he knew it was due to his poor skills, Yu He still turned his head away from looking at the drawing paper, and lost his temper, "I don't want to draw anymore."

The young president patiently wrapped the back of Bai Nen's hand with his palm, and led Yu He to paint together.

With the help of professionals, Yu He's paintings are even more powerful. For some reason, he changed the composition of the picture with just a few scribbles, and at the same time made the picture look more fresh and bright.

Yu He sat on the man's lap, every small movement would be magnified, and the thin fabric couldn't hide the soft texture, and finally it was passed on to the man indistinctly.

Changing colors requires constant washing of brushes, and drawing pictures with brushes requires swinging arms. Both of them cannot avoid driving the limbs and increasing the interaction between the two.

Under such interactive conditions, the short skirt unknowingly rolled up to a corner, and Yu He stretched out his hand to pull it embarrassingly, trying to block most of the white legs.

But it will always appear again in the next second through the color drawing of the swinging arm.

Yu He's face gradually turned red, feeling a little embarrassed.

Every time I swing my arm and put down the pen, it will move. The breathing in my ears is heavy and hot.

He whimpered, and had an absurd thought.

——He seemed to be being played at will.

But they are obviously just painting.

His arm was a little sore, but the president was still holding his hand to draw.Suddenly, Yu He opened his eyes wide and looked at the painting in front of him in disbelief.

The color blocks in the bright and dark parts are clear, and the brush strokes are bold and powerful, like the flames blooming in the hot summer, warm and unrestrained.

"It's amazing..." Yu He exclaimed.

His waist was hugged, and some hot and humid breath floated on the side of his neck. The man didn't answer his words, but said intoxicatedly, "You smell so good."

Because he took a shower before coming out.

But Yu He was embarrassed to say that her free left hand grabbed the corner of the skirt awkwardly, not even knowing that the edge was turned up.

The man was much taller than him, and the angle of view was enough for him to see many scenes at a glance.

The black hair was scattered casually, a small part extended into the collar, and a small piece of white showed through the pure black hair.

Her skin was as thin as falling snow, and her knees were trying to draw together, but she couldn't avoid showing more whiteness.

After a while, he smiled and asked, "Aren't you wearing shorts?"

"what?"

The small face was slightly startled, and then nodded, "Yes."

Yu He explained, "They said they would wear shorts while wearing a skirt, and it would be strange to show them."

Even though Yu He's figure is smaller than that of ordinary men, he is a boy after all, and a suitable skirt for a girl can barely cover her legs for him.

This also shows that the risk of exposure has increased.

In order to create an overall aesthetic feeling, they had no choice but to make such a bad move.

Yu He's skin was so smooth and soft, it felt like fine silk.

A piece of snow-white pressed soft flesh on the man's legs, and the soft shape could be felt through the fabric, and the feeling of holding the pipa half-hidden was too deadly.

The man's silence made Yu He uneasy again, his round eyes were innocent and pitiful, and the mist seemed to be about to cry at any time.

It took him a long time to put his hand deep on it.

"They were right."