aren't we rivals

Meng Chi was in too much torment.

He had tried very hard to keep himself calm, but the hand on his waist just wouldn't let him go.

The paint piled on the waist fused the body temperature of the two people, and it was no longer cold, only warm and creamy.Meng Chi didn't feel itchy or hurt, but it was hard not to think about what Yu Tingzhi's hand looked like now.

Either touching or pressing, or pushing and smoothing, or stretching the line, Meng Chi felt that this painting was not painted on his waist, but on his nerves, making him restless under Yu Tingzhi's hands Uneasy, sweating a little.

Until the slippery touch gradually descended from his lower back, and was about to climb up to his buttocks, Meng Chi's nerves seemed to be lifted, and he couldn't tell whether it was expectation or helplessness.

But Yu Tingzhi stopped.

The fingers entangled with Meng Chi's spiritual second child stopped at the edge of the cloth.

After being silent for about four or five seconds, Meng Chi couldn't help turning his head back. While seeing a large green patch on his back, he also saw the hand that was stained with paint, just above the seam on his buttocks.

"What's wrong?" Meng Chi asked.

Yu Tingzhi, who lowered his head, seemed to be awakened, looked sideways at him, then withdrew his hand and said, "Okay."

"Huh? Finished painting?" Meng Chi asked, "Didn't you mean to paint until..."

Out of inexplicable embarrassment, Meng Chi didn't finish, but Yu Tingzhi obviously understood.

"Not for now," Yu Tingzhi said, looking at the color on his back, "this is enough."

Meng Chi snorted and didn't say anything else. Anyway, the artist has the final say on how to paint, and he is just a piece of paper.

Yu Tingzhi: "Stand up, and I'll see the effect."

"..."

The corners of Meng Chi's mouth twitched lightly, his mental second child was still standing, wouldn't it be completely dead when he wakes up now?How would he explain that he reacted when he looked at Yu Tingzhi's hand.

"What's wrong?" Yu Tingzhi asked when he saw that he was not moving.

"Em..." Meng Chi looked at his back and said thoughtfully, "It's not done yet, will it affect the effect if I move?"

Yu Tingzhi: "It doesn't matter, it is necessary to be in this half-done state, so it is easy to adjust."

Meng Chi: "..."

After a moment of silence, Meng Chi had no choice but to bite the bullet and prepare to get up. He had just bent his knees and arched his waist when Yu Tingzhi suddenly leaned over and pressed him.Startled, Meng Chi glanced sideways, and Tiancai, who happened to be close to Yu Tingzhi, looked at each other in dismay.

The sudden closeness caused their breath to spray on each other's face. While Meng Chi suffered a beautification crit, he also smelled the fragrance of the ocean in the pungent smell of paint.

"You, what are you going to do?" Meng Chi stuttered.

Yu Tingzhi lowered his eyes, and his gaze passed over his slightly parted lips, and then fell on the gray-blue blanket he was holding on to with both hands: "I'm afraid you will disappear."

Meng Chi came back to his senses suddenly, and at this moment he also noticed that Yu Tingzhi's clean left hand was twisting a corner of the blanket and tucking it towards his crotch.

The light was blocked, and the scene in front of him was completely dark. He knew Yu Tingzhi couldn't see it, but Meng Chi suddenly felt ashamed.

"I'll do it myself." He landed on his long legs, grabbed the blanket from Yu Tingzhi eagerly, wrapped it around his waist, and said "thank you" quickly.

Yu Tingzhi stared at him for two seconds, hummed, and glanced at his covered body parts, then withdrew his gaze, and also withdrew his hand.

Fortunately, it was painted on the back, and it was enough for Meng Chi to keep his back to Yu Tingzhi after he got up.Even so, Meng Chi's back was haunted by the sight behind him, making it difficult to calm down.

Meng Chi suddenly regretted agreeing to She Shan and accepting this drudgery.

Just when he was thinking wildly, the blanket around his waist suddenly tightened, and then his hips felt cold, and Yu Tingzhi's deep voice sounded in his ears, "It's rubbed off here, it needs to be repaired."

Meng Chi smelled the smell of Yu Tingzhi's body again, and the blanket tightened around his waist, as if affected, Meng Chi's lower abdomen was also tense unconsciously, and distinct abdominal muscles emerged.

After patching up the rubbed off paint on the lower back, Yu Tingzhi walked around to Meng Chi's side again, and added a few more strokes on his side waist, the strokes meandering all the way to the edge of the abdominal muscles.

"Do you want to paint the front?" Meng Chi asked.

In order to make the shape in front of his body less obvious, Meng Chi did not tuck the edge of the blanket around his waist like tying a bath towel, but pulled two small handles and tied them under the lower abdomen, so that the folds formed by the fabric He completely hides his spiritual second child under it.So when Yu Tingzhi turned to him, he had nothing to be afraid of.

"Yeah." Yu Tingzhi nodded, squatted down in front of him, and said while drawing, "He wants to shoot the curve of the side of the body, so the front is also needed."

From the first time they met, Meng Chi had been looking up at Yu Tingzhi slightly, because of the height difference, and also because of Yu Tingzhi's natural noble temperament, which made people look up to him unconsciously.

This kind of cold and alienated aura is full of arrogance and sharpness, which is not flattering.Meng Chi didn't like it very much.

But now because Yu Tingzhi touched one knee to the ground, half kneeling.So Meng Chi looked down at him in this posture for the first time.He could still see the aloofness in Yu Tingzhi's body, but at the same time, he was displeased with a kind of wonderful refreshment.

It was as if the person in front of him had already been conquered by him and was willing to bow down.Meng Chi even had the urge to reach out and press his head.

"All right."

Yu Tingzhi suddenly interrupted Meng Chi's imagination.

After finishing the last stroke, he stood up, stepped back slightly, and admired his work.

Meng Chi could also look down and see the pattern on the right side of his abdominal muscles.

To be honest, he couldn't read it, except that it was a thin, leaf-like shade of green.

"Did you finish the painting?"

She Shan, who finished smoking, appeared out of nowhere, and the temporary worker Yang Zile also came back: "It seems that the painting is finished."

"Wow, it seems that I came at a good time."

Another young voice with a little excitement sounded.Meng Chi turned his head immediately and saw Song Min walking in with him.

"Why are you here?" The sweetheart suddenly appeared, and the charm in Meng Chi's heart disappeared immediately.

"I have something to do with my roommate here, so I stopped by to have a look." Song Min held up the packing bag in his hand, "Have you guys not eaten yet? I packed lunch at Xian Kee."

It was only then that Meng Chi noticed that Yang Zile was also carrying several packing bags in his hands as well.

"You can eat later, let's shoot first." She Shan said to Meng Chi.

Meng Chi was a little hungry, but he could only obey.

"Brother Tingzhi, I also bought your favorite tempura fried shrimp." Song Min ran to Yu Tingzhi's side and said with a smile, "Xianji's shrimp are very fresh."

Yu Tingzhi nodded, and then he and She Shan began to discuss how to turn on the lights for a while, looking at the painting on Meng Chi's body.

After such an interruption for a while, Meng Chi's reaction had already subsided, and he could calmly face the eyes of everyone present, but he was still upset for a second when he heard that Song Min bought Yu Tingzhi's signature dish for Yu Tingzhi. .

"What are these paintings?" Looking at the paintings on Meng Chi's back, Yang Zile pulled the corners of his mouth, "I really don't understand".

"I don't know either." Song Min said. He carefully looked at the large dark green behind Meng Chi, and then looked at Yu Tingzhi, "Looks like a tree? And flowers?"

Looking at the strangely shaped white in the large dark green, Yang Zile couldn't believe it: "You said it was a flower? What kind of flower is that?"

Yu Tingzhi: "Camellia."

Yang Zile's eyes widened, and he glanced at Yu Tingzhi and wrote "You're just kidding me".

"Brother, did you see it?" Yang Zile asked Meng Chi, deliberately emphasizing, "That's Camellia!"

With the help of the supplementary light, Meng Chi could see his back clearly, but he couldn't see that it was a camellia either.

He smiled slightly and said, "This kind of art is not something that lower Liba people like us can appreciate. Whatever Teacher Yu says is what it is."

As soon as the words were finished, everyone turned their eyes to Meng Chi, this time it was his face.

Song Min and She Shan couldn't hold back their laughter, which made Meng Chi feel a little confused.

"What are you laughing at?" Meng Chi was puzzled.

"Brother," Yang Zile twitched the corners of his mouth, with a look of disgust on his face: "Xia Liba people are not used to talk about people."

"Huh?" Meng Xuezha, who hadn't finished high school, really didn't know, he just answered it casually just now.

"The Xialiba people are the same as Yangchun Baixue, they both refer to the works." Song Min smiled and popularized science.His tone was gentle, and he didn't mean to look down on the scumbags at all.

But Meng Chi was still a little embarrassed in his heart, but he was still very calm on the surface. He turned his head to look at Yu Tingzhi, with his usual naughty smile on his face: "I'm not wrong. The me now is not just Yu Tingzhi." teacher's work."

Yu, old, teacher, de, work, product.

Hearing these words, Yu Tingzhi narrowed the end of his eyes lightly, and his eyes when looking at Meng Chi unconsciously darkened, as if countless rays of light had been restrained, and then burst into bloom in his heart.

The two looked at each other, one with bright, sly and agile eyes, and the other with deep, calm eyes like the sea.The invisible eyes were glued together, as if sparks had been sparked.

At this moment, She Shan, who had had enough laughing, glanced at the two of them, and shouted impatiently: "Stop fucking flirting, hurry up and take pictures with me."

Meng Chi: "..."

Who the fuck is flirting?

The author says:

Teacher Yu: I testify that he teased me.