After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

not washed

Under the bright light of the studio, Xu Yi pecked and kissed Lin Xingmo.

Whenever Lin Xingmo wanted to speak, he would be interrupted by a kiss from him, and in the end he forgot what he wanted to say in a daze, and could only let Xu Yi guide and manipulate him.

The young man's back was pressed against the floor, and only through the soft and light material of the pajamas, he could feel the continuous warmth from the hard-hard floor.

Drops of water dripped from the man's hair and landed on his skin, which felt cold to the touch.

The coolness made Lin Xingmo tremble slightly.

But soon, the cold water drops were licked away by the wet-hot lips and tongue, arousing another kind of trembling from the depths of the soul.

"Momo..."

He heard a man's hoarse voice, the voice said his nickname, like a whisper in his ear, and like a feather scratching his chest, making his heart tremble along with his body.

"You're so cute……"

Lin Xingmo couldn't help closing his eyes.

His already crimson cheeks seemed to be a little redder.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xingmo slightly opened his eyes, seeing the bright lights of the studio above his head, he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyes to block the dazzling light source.

The young man's hands were beautiful and slender, dazzlingly white under the bright light, and as he slowly clenched into fists, a healthy light pink appeared.

The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind is getting faster and faster.

Lin Xingmo's eyes were blurred, and a layer of mist gradually appeared in his blue eyes.

"In the future... I will... draw pictures here..."

The voice, which was always clear and calm, had uncontrollable ripples, intermittently, and it sounded a bit wronged, but it was also cute and cute. Hearing it in Xu Yi's ears, he felt his heart soften.

Xu Yi stopped, resting his palm on his ear, caressing his face with the other hand, stroking his fair and flawless skin with his thumb, curling his moist lips into a smile.

"Is not it good?"

"Whenever you draw, you think of me and what we're doing right now."

Lin Xingmo looked at his smile and pursed his dry lips.

Xu Yi bent down and wanted to kiss him, but the young man avoided him, saying, "Go and rinse your mouth."

"Uh..." Xu Yi laughed, not minding his coquettishness.

He looked up, looked around, and saw a thermos on the table next to the easel, which was left over from Lin Xingmo's drink during the day.

Xu Yi took the thermos and rinsed his mouth under Lin Xingmo's gaze. When he put the thermos back to its original position, he accidentally knocked over the paint tray on the table——

Assistant Xiao didn't come today, and after Lin Xingmo finished the painting, the paint tray was not cleaned in time.

"Clap!"

The paint tray fell to the floor, and the wet paint splattered all around.

Lin Xingmo, who was still lying on the ground and looked sideways at Xu Yi, was splashed all over.

Xu Yi was a little flustered. He grabbed the cardboard box on the table and just took out a few pieces of paper to wipe it for him, but when he looked at Lin Xingmo, he froze in place again.

The young man's hair was slightly messed up, the flush on his cheeks hadn't faded, and he was full of laziness. He was originally as clean as the snow outside the window, but after being polluted by brightly colored pigments, he completely transformed into another kind of slut. Beautiful and soul-stirring beauty.

Xu Yi, who considers himself not artistic, couldn't help being deeply attracted by the scene before him.

Lin Xingmo didn't see the astonishment in Xu Yi's eyes, the paint added to his body, and the smell was a little heavy, he frowned slightly, and just about to half-stand up, Xu Yi pressed his shoulder.

He saw the man holding the ball of paper and gently wiping away the paint splashed on him.

The paint was only a dot or two, but with Xu Yi's movements, it slowly blended and blended, using Lin Xingmo's white body as the drawing board, it became a brightly colored graffiti.

Lin Xingmo felt a bit of coolness as the paint was applied to his body. He instinctively reached out to hug Xu Yi and retracted into his arms.

"I want to take a shower," he said.

"hold on."

Xu Yi lowered his eyes to appreciate his "work", and suddenly felt that painting is indeed something that makes people happy and cultivates sentiments. Then, he held Lin Xingmo's face in his hands, and kissed him passionately, Let the flame in the chest burn hotter and hotter.

The paint was smudged by sweat and stained each other, but no one cared.

The night outside the window was pitch black, heavy snow fell, and the cold wind whizzed and slapped the window, more and more violently, making one unable to help but worry whether the glass window could withstand it.

On the contrary, Xu Yi's movements were very gentle.

While still sane, he was never willing to let his Momo get hurt.

Although this time, Xu Yi was forced to stop halfway, but he was no longer as depressed and collapsed as before, and his mentality was still stable.

Probably due to the effect of his persistence in rehabilitation during this period of time, this time, he has to persist for a little longer.

The feedback Lin Xingmo gave him also gave him a lot of confidence, that is...

In the bathtub, Lin Xingmo leaned against Xu Yi's arms, squinting to watch him scrub the paint on his arms.

That night, because of their special circumstances, they did not go back to the master bedroom on the second floor, but came to the guest room next to the studio, and they were taking a bath now.

"It can't be washed off," Lin Xingmo said.

It was clearly a calm voice, but Xu Yi could hear a bit of resentment, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

In addition to the arms, the young man's chest, waist and abdomen are also colorful, printed on his cold white and flawless skin, there is a shocking beauty.

It's just that this beauty may not fade for a while.

Just as Xu Yi was thinking about how to coax people, he heard Lin Xingmo say, "I was dirty by you again."

The young man who was already exhausted had a low voice and was in a daze. Although he was complaining, it sounded like he was acting like a baby, which made Xu Yi feel numb in his heart, and the blood in his body boiled again.

"Not dirty," he said, "I think it's beautiful."

This is the truth.

He even wanted to take a photo of it, but finally gave up the idea. This beauty should stay in his memory, and the photo is not enough to show this beauty.

Lin Xingmo snorted, turned slightly to his side, rested his head on his shoulder, closed his eyes and said softly, "Anyway, you have to wash me clean."

Xu Yi smiled and said hello.

In the end, Lin Xingmo didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up again, the sky outside had already brightened, the snow had stopped, and there was another scene covered in silver.

He stared blankly for a while before his thoughts finally came back.

Lin Xingmo rubbed his eyes, sat up with his arms propped up, and the quilt slipped off, revealing his upper body in pajamas.

Thinking of something, he opened the neckline and looked inside.

At this time, Xu Yi was turning the wheelchair and just came in from the door. Seeing his movements, he paused for a moment, and continued to come to the bed.

"woke up?"

His voice was gentle, and there was a smile on his lips.

Lin Xingmo didn't let him get confused, pulled open the neckline, pointed to the color patch on his chest, and said, "You didn't wash it off."

In addition to the light color patches, there are also some ambiguous red marks, spreading from the neck all the way down.

Xu Yi's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes dimmed a bit.

"It was too late yesterday." He said, "I'll wash you in the evening, don't be angry, okay? Or do you want the afternoon?"

Lin Xingmo frowned.

He felt that the emotion surging in his heart didn't look like anger, but he couldn't quite tell what it was.

"Wait for the evening."

The young man pulled up his clothes slowly, and he became visibly anxious when he saw that the clock on the wall showed that it was past ten o'clock in the morning.

But before he could ask, Xu Yi had already smiled and said, "I've saved the eight-treasure porridge for you, take your time."

Lin Xingmo's eager movements slowed down.

Xu Yi moved closer, put his arms around him, and said softly, "I applied the medicine for you this morning, does it still hurt?"

Only then did Lin Xingmo think about what the two of them did in the studio last night, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little hot on his face.

He shook his head, "That position doesn't hurt."

After thinking about it, he changed his words again, "Only a little bit."

But the comfort of the process made this little pain completely bearable.

Xu Yi smiled again, his black pupils shone brightly, and he looked at Lin Xingmo with doting eyes.

When Lin Xingmo dawdled down the stairs, the eight-treasure porridge he was thinking of was already on the dining table, and there were faint sounds from the kitchen, it was Mama Du and nurse Chen inside.

"My mother said that I will cook tonight, and I am preparing the ingredients now."

Seeing him poking his head to look, Xu Yi explained.

Lin Xingmo's eyes lit up. Yes, today is Xu Yi's birthday. In addition to cooking Laba porridge, Mama Du should also prepare a big meal.

He looked at Xu Yi and couldn't help but kiss the man on the lips.

"Happy birthday."

After finishing speaking, the young man happily sat down at the dining table and ate the Laba porridge made by Mama Du herself.

Xu Yi caressed his lips, looking at Lin Xingmo, who was becoming more and more emotional and could express his dissatisfaction and joy, his heart was also filled with love.

He manipulated the wheelchair to come to the young man and asked, "Is it delicious?"

The young man nodded and ate intently, as if he had no time to pay attention to him.

Xu Yi sat beside him and watched him intently.

After Lin Xingmo finished eating a bowl, Xu Yi took his bowl and helped him refill another bowl, then said, "I've fixed a time to visit Master Ruan's house next week, is that okay?"

"Well, no problem."

Lin Xingmo nodded, and asked him while eating the soft, glutinous and sweet eight-treasure porridge, "Do I need to make any preparations?"

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