aren't we rivals

"I wish you would let me draw again."

Hearing these words, Meng Chi was stunned for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Today's shooting was enough to make his scalp tingle. If he did it again, he didn't guarantee that something embarrassing would not happen.

Meng Chi: [You also want to hold an exhibition? 】

Yu Tingzhi: [No]

Meng Chi clicked his tongue, glanced sideways at the exquisitely framed painting, inexplicably felt that Yu Tingzhi had ulterior motives, and the idea that he had left behind suddenly popped up again, but he quickly pushed it back .

Meng Chi lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then typed and asked: [She Shan said that you don't really like drawing very much, why do you want to draw again? 】

Yu Tingzhi replied quickly, still speaking in one sentence.

"I just want to draw you, to satisfy my...creative desire."

When talking about "myself", he paused for a second before completing the rest of the sentence.During this pause for a second, Meng Chi heard the sound of water splashing, and also vaguely heard his heartbeat fluctuate for a moment.

Meng Chi looked at the phone screen and suddenly didn't know what to say.He looked at the flowers in the painting, and remembered the feeling when Yu Tingzhi drew the camellia on his back with his hands, the smooth and warm touch, scratching the tip of his heart like a cat's paw.

A "buzz" vibration brought Meng Chi Piaoyuan's thoughts back.

【If that painting is not enough, I can also pay you other remuneration. 】

[Just mention it. 】

Seeing these two lines of words, Meng Chi frowned slightly, and suddenly there was nothing charming in his heart, only a slight discomfort of being disrespected.

How come it seems that he is really a profit-seeking person.

Meng Chi picked up the phone and put it to his mouth, pressed the record button, and said slowly, "I don't know what's so special about me that I caught your eye, but Mr. Yu, I'm a tea artisan by profession, not a mannequin. .”

The voice was sent out, but there was no reply after a minute. Meng Chi thought for a while, and then said, "I promised She Shan, firstly because he was annoying, and secondly because it was indeed because of him that I came to Youran." The tea house was adopted by the master. Helping him this time is considered to be repaying the favor from back then."

After posting this sentence, Meng Chi glanced at the painting on the desk again, thinking that Yu Tingzhi painted this painting to show his mother whether the tulips were blooming well, so Meng Chi sent another sentence: [This painting I It's not suitable to keep it. When your mother comes back, it's better for you to give it to her. 】

After posting this sentence, Meng Chi settled his worries, put down his phone, picked up the unfinished novel on the bedside table, and turned to the page where the bookmark was.

After two or three minutes, he still stayed on that page, his mind was filled with the scene of Yu Ting's back garden for a while, and the scene of his own back in the photo for a while.

Until the phone vibrated, Meng Chi moved his gaze to the phone screen.This time, it was not voice or text, but a voice call.

As soon as Meng Chi picked up the phone and connected it, Yu Tingzhi's deep voice rang in his ears: "Are you angry with me?"

Anger is definitely not there, not at all.Meng Chi didn't have such a big temper, and it was difficult for him to get angry with people who admired him, so he smiled very pleasantly: "Why should I be angry? There's nothing to be angry about."

Yu Tingzhi was silent for a second, and then asked: "Why do you refuse if you are not angry? I don't want the painting either."

"You painted that painting for your mother, so I accept it. It's not suitable." Meng Chi explained, "As for being a model for you, I really don't have time, and I'll be very busy when new ones will be available soon. "

Yu Tingzhi: "I'm not in a hurry, I don't have to paint now."

Meng Chi felt a little helpless, he called out "Teacher Yu" and said in a serious tone, "I'm really not interested in being a model."

Yu Tingzhi heard his refusal, and said silently for a moment: "Sorry, I was the one to be abrupt."

"It's okay," Meng Chi said politely, "It's my honor that you appreciate me so much."

Yu Tingzhi refused to comment on this, and there was silence on the other side of the phone. Meng Chi could only hear the sound of his breathing, hitting his eardrum one after another, which made his ears a little itchy, so he unconsciously pulled the phone away. a little bit.

It was at this time that Yu Tingzhi spoke: "Are you really not angry?"

"Ah?" Meng Chi laughed, "Really not."

Yu Tingzhi let out a "hmm" and cut off the phone suddenly.

Meng Chi looked at the phone screen that had changed back to the chat page, and was speechless for a while.

Is it so rude?Hang up without even saying a word? ?

Just as Meng Chi was complaining in his heart, the phone suddenly started vibrating again.Yu Tingzhi made another video call.

Meng Chi thought he had accidentally hung up just now, thought for a second and pressed the connect button.

The screen of the phone immediately changed from black to white, and it was slightly blurred while shaking. When Meng Chi saw the scene on the screen clearly, Meng Chi's breath stopped and he unconsciously squeezed the phone tightly.

Yu Tingzhi was only wearing an indigo nightgown, the skirt was wide open, and the camera flickered just now, and he captured the concave and convex grooves on his chest and the faint lines of his abdominal muscles.

From the perspective of the video, he should be holding the mobile phone casually, so the camera took a full picture of his body from the bottom up. He just took a shower, the hair hanging on his forehead was still dripping, and his fair face was covered with water. There was a layer of pink, and the slightly pursed lips were even more watery and extremely red.

Meng Chi was stunned for a moment, until the subtle voice on the phone got louder and louder, he came back to his senses, and let go of his finger on the volume button.

"What's the matter?" He adjusted his gaze so that he could ignore Yu Tingzhi's revealing spring on the screen.

"Let me see if you are angry." Yu Tingzhi said.

Meng Chi: "..."

Really unnecessary, okay?

Meng Chi smiled helplessly: "Teacher Yu, in your heart, am I so stingy?"

The corners of Yu Tingzhi's mouth curled up, revealing a slight smile, "Not stingy, but very sensitive."

Meng Chi: "..."

The phrase 'sensitive' made him unconsciously think of all kinds of things during the day, and the temperature behind his ears suddenly heated up, and the fever continued to spread.

"I'm not angry, you're thinking too much." Meng Chi spoke quickly, "That's it, hang up and go to sleep."

Before Yu Tingzhi could speak, Meng Chi hung up the video call.

Taking a deep breath for a moment, to drive away the messy thoughts in his head, Meng Chi got up and poured a glass of cold water, and drank it all to drive away the hotness in his heart.

Meng Chi thought it would be difficult for him to fall asleep, but after all he was tired all day, he fell asleep after lying down for a while, and then had a dream.

In the dream, he was lying on the bed, or floating on the clouds.A pair of scalloped jade-white hands with sharp knuckles walked over his body.Sometimes clean, sometimes dirty, teasing his nerves, kneading his restlessness.

When those hands went down his back and pinched his buttocks, Meng Chi woke up suddenly, and looked at his spiritual second child in blank dismay.

It’s over.