aren't we rivals

"is this okay?"

When Yu Tingzhi was trying to maintain his composure, Meng Chi, who was lying down, suddenly turned his head and met Yu Tingzhi's absent-minded gaze, and his voice suddenly dropped.

Looking at each other for two seconds, Yu Tingzhi took the lead to look away, calmed down his emotions, took two steps forward, picked up the gray-blue thin blanket that Meng Chi had left aside, and shook it to cover Meng Chi's waist and hips: " I'll start with the shoulders first, be careful not to catch a cold."

This pretentious concern made the atmosphere between the two suddenly a little restless.

Meng Chi turned his head, turned his eyes to the other side, and let out a hmm from his throat.

Yang Zile turned on the temperature of the air conditioner to 30 degrees, so he would definitely not catch a cold, and heat stroke might still be possible.

The room became silent, save for the sticky sound of brushes being stirred on the palette.Because you can't see, your sense of hearing and touch become more sensitive, and the sense of presence of the people behind you becomes stronger.

The sense of mystery brought by the unknown made Meng Chi unconsciously feel some expectation.Avoiding his own fantasies, he can only stare at the white cloth in front of him, studying the texture of the cloth.For a while, I thought that the cloth was not densely woven enough;

Until his shoulders suddenly caught cold, Meng Chi's divergent thoughts stopped abruptly, and his body couldn't help twitching under the stress response.

Yu Tingzhi's movements stopped abruptly: "It's a bit cold, you need to get used to it."

"It's okay," Meng Chi said, "You can draw."

Yu Tingzhi didn't speak, but soon Meng Chi felt the paintbrush touching his skin again, and the cool stimulation extended from his shoulders down.

Because Yu Tingzhi used a fan-shaped brush, in addition to the sticky touch of the paint itself, there is also the itching from the brush.

Meng Chi has a small weakness, that is, he is ticklish.Fortunately, the paint is ice-cold enough to neutralize the itching and ease the torment that seems to be nothing.

There is a big difference between drawing on the human body and drawing on drawing paper. Whether it is the degree of color rendering of the pigment or the light and shade relationship of the human body itself, it will affect the final visual presentation.So this is a test of the painter's observation skills and ability to control colors, light and shade.

Obviously Yu Tingzhi is an excellent painter.He didn't even test the color on Meng Chi's body first, but put pen to paper without the slightest hesitation.The fan-shaped pen full of paint draws a sinuous line from the shoulder to the waist in one go, and after the range is determined, the color begins to spread on a large area.

Neither of them spoke, only the slight movement of the brush as it swept across the skin.After getting used to the tactile sensation of the accumulation of paint on his skin, Meng Chi also gradually relaxed. The white cloth in front of him was boring after a long time, so he looked around at everything he could see in the room.

Starting from the photographic equipment placed indoors, you can gradually appreciate the spring scenery in the yard.

The location of this sofa is very ingenious, just to see the situation in the garden through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the spring scenery of the garden is gradually shining in the sun.

It was only then that Meng Chi realized that the garden scenery he saw just now was just the tip of the iceberg, and the back garden seen through the French windows was truly unique.

There is not only a tall crabapple tree, but also large tracts of tulips of different colors, red, orange, and yellow, like delicate little lanterns, swaying gently in the sun and in the breeze, surging into A sea of ​​flowers.

After admiring the spring scenery for a moment, Meng Chi shifted his gaze to the exposed painting. After the white cloth was occupied by him, the previously covered painting revealed the true face of Mount Lu.

Most of them are landscape paintings, and the painting closest to him is about crabapple trees and tulips.The brushstrokes and style of the painting, Meng Chi couldn't see the way, but he could tell that this was a freehand painting.Those flowers were obviously just a few accumulations of colors, but they vividly expressed the vitality of the flowers. He seemed to be able to feel the flowers trembling in the wind, just like the scene in the courtyard he had just seen.

"Did you draw that?" Meng Chi asked suddenly.

Yu Tingzhi followed his line of sight, then hummed.

"Do you often draw here?" Meng Chi asked again.

"No, I come occasionally." Yu Tingzhi said, "That painting was painted last year. My mother said she wanted to see the tulips in the garden, so I drew it."

Meng Chi wondered, "Why didn't you just show her the picture?"

Yu Tingzhi stopped moving for a second, raised his eyes to look at the painting, and remained silent without answering.

Sensing his silence, Meng Chi suddenly misunderstood, thinking that Yu Tingzhi's mother was not there, and he asked questions that shouldn't be asked, which touched Yu Tingzhi's sadness.

"Sorry," Meng Chi apologized softly, "I didn't mean to."

"Huh?" Yu Tingzhi asked, "What was not intentional?"

Meng Chi hissed in his heart, thinking whether Yu Tingzhi was busy or not, wouldn't it be the best solution to just skip this topic?Why is EQ still fluctuating?

During Meng Chi's silence for a few seconds, Yu Tingzhi had figured out his thoughts through the expression on his face, and he suddenly laughed lowly: "You misunderstood, my mother is still alive and well."

Hearing that Meng Chi's lips parted slightly, he was stunned for a moment and then closed his mouth again.

So embarrassing.

"She is abroad and rarely comes back." After a pause, Yu Tingzhi continued, "Actually, she doesn't really care whether it's filming or painting. I paint, but I want to paint."

Meng Chi listened in silence, his gaze began to wander again, moving from the painting to a fill light.

The light was not turned on, and the sun was shining on it, which happened to illuminate the glass on its surface like a mirror, clearly reflecting the situation behind Meng Chi that he couldn't see.

Yu Tingzhi knelt on one knee, holding a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, focusing on painting with lowered eyebrows.The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose reflected light, so Meng Chi couldn't see Yu Tingzhi's eyes clearly, but his naked back seemed to be able to feel his gaze, and it moved with the brush, leaving traces.

Although Meng Chi felt that what Yu Tingzhi said was a bit strange, he also felt that their mother-child relationship should not be very close, so he did not recklessly comfort him, for fear that he would be wrong again, so he could only say: "The painting is very good. .”

Yu Tingzhi smiled, his hands kept moving, and the paintbrush touched his ribs from the side of his waist: "If you like it, I will give it to you."

As soon as the words were finished, Meng Chi, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly shook violently, and Yu Tingzhi's paintbrush slid out from his waist, bringing out a touch of green on the white cloth.

Yu Tingzhi asked: "Did I hurt you?"

"No, it's not," Meng Chi was a little embarrassed, "it's a little itchy."

The key areas of Meng Chi's ticklishness are not the armpits and the soles of the feet, but the waist and behind the ears.

Yu Tingzhi lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his waist, and he saw a layer of goosebumps forming there.After a while, he put down the paintbrush, and suddenly stretched out his right hand to attach to Meng Chi's waist, and with a little force on his fingertips, he spread out the little paint.

"How about this?" Yu Tingzhi asked, "Does it still itch?"

It was as if Meng Chi had been burned, and all his senses were focused on the skin that Yu Tingzhi had pinched.

The touch of his fingers was stronger than that of a paintbrush. Although he didn't have the tingling sensation of a brush, the temperature and strength of his fingertips made Meng Chi's whole body tense and his breathing stagnant.

Not itchy, but too hot.

Yu Tingzhi didn't seem to feel his tension, and still carefully painted the paint into the shape he originally wanted.

In the corner of the eye, the surface of the fill light clearly reflected Yu Tingzhi's movements, and Meng Chi took a breath calmly.

Those pale jade hands that I praised, stared at, and Xiao thought about were stained dark by the paint, but there was no sense of dirtiness at all, only a strange artistry.

These hands moved up and down his body, soiling him and himself at the same time. Under the interaction of sight and touch, Meng Chi's breathing became heavy and the roots of his ears felt hot.

It was as if he had defiled the purity with his own hands, and he took pleasure in sin.The itchy Meng Chi endured and endured, but still let the desire come to the fore.

"You...you stop first." As soon as he spoke, Meng Chi's voice was so hoarse that he was a little shocked.

Hearing this, Yu Tingzhi stopped his movements, but he didn't pull his right hand away. He slowly moved his gaze upwards and landed on Meng Chi's covered profile, and his voice was a bit soft: "Is this uncomfortable?"

Of course it's hard!

But it wasn't his waist that was uncomfortable, but his spiritual dick!

Meng Chi yelled in his heart, but he still tried his best not to show any emotion on his face, and adjusted his voice: "You should use a brush, it's not easy to draw like this."

"No," Yu Tingzhi said with reason and evidence while continuing to move. "Using a pen and using my hands are the same for me. I am more comfortable with my hands, the lines will be smoother, and it is easier to achieve the effect I want."

It's different for me!

It's not the effect I want!

Meng Chi roared in his heart, but his face was still warm: "You should change it. You, you hurt me a little bit."

Yu Tingzhi looked at him for two seconds, "Then I'll be lighter."

Meng Chi: "..."

Yu Tingzhi really did what he said, and he did it a lot easier, but this made Meng Chi even more tormented. The itching was not only in his lower back, but also in his whole body, including the fast beating heart in his chest.

Unable to find a suitable reason to reject Yu Tingzhi, Meng Chi could only accept his fate. While burying his face in his arms to restrain his thoughts and force himself to lower the flag, he thought that luckily he was lying on his stomach, and no one noticed except himself.

But because of this ostrich behavior, he couldn't see the inconspicuous smile in Yu Tingzhi's light-colored pupils under the lens.