aren't we rivals

Probably because the atmosphere tonight was soothing, and Meng Chi's kiss was also very gentle. He rubbed Yu Tingzhi's lips lightly, the tip of his tongue curled around his lips to suck, and then penetrated deep into his mouth, stirring like a fish swimming.

Sometimes pressing against his palate, sometimes hooking the tip of his tongue, when Yu Tingzhi wanted to regain the initiative, he flinched slightly, making Yu Tingzhi's heart itch unbearably.

This kind of provocative licking and kissing made Yu Tingzhi feel that Meng Chi was like a seductive cat, and he was very good at refusing or welcoming.

The sound of squawking water intertwined with heavy breathing, Yu Tingzhi suppressed his restless heart, pressed the back of his head with one hand, and put his hand into the rolled up shirt.While enjoying the kiss, he patiently comforted the cat and kept him firmly in control.

It wasn't until Meng Chi's breathing became short of breath, and Yu Tingzhi started to attack him from being comfortable and dissatisfied with desire just now. He kissed him until his breath became difficult and his lips turned bloody before letting him go, and whispered: "Little cat".

Meng Chi immediately thought of the phrase "puppy" from last time. He chuckled and asked slowly, "Do you like small animals so much? Last time it was a puppy, this time it was a kitten, and next time I'll be talking about me again." What is it?"

next time.

Yu Tingzhi narrowed his eyes, and stared at Meng Chi for two seconds with eyes full of lust. Seeing that he was distracted, his eyes sparkled.Immediately, she lowered her head and bit his earlobe, and said in a low voice, "That depends on how you seduce me next time."

The sensitive point behind the ear was stimulated, Meng Chi took a deep breath, the pain was accompanied by strange throbbing that made him arch his waist unconsciously, panting and denying: "I didn't seduce you, it's because your concentration is too weak .”

Yu Tingzhi chuckled, put his palms on the back of Meng Chi's neck, lightly squeezed and twisted slowly, making him pant heavily like stroking a cat, and then said in a rather serious tone, "It's your fault for being too charming."

Hearing this, Meng Chi's heart skipped a beat for a moment, either because of the physical stimulation, or because of his heart-pounding love words.In short, he suddenly became excited, and gained a moment of relief from the bewildered heartbeat.

This sketching came suddenly. Although Meng Chi was mentally prepared, he had no painting experience, so he could only let Yu Tingzhi take the lead, let him hold his hand, and lead him to hold the paintbrush to dip in the paint, and put the brush Get wet and start to paint.

Meng Chi's skin was sensitive, and when Yu Tingzhi squeezed a little harder, a red mark appeared on the back of his hand.

When Yu Tingzhi saw it, he temporarily put down his paintbrush, brought hand cream, squeezed the milky white paste into the palm of his hand, kneaded it to melt it, and applied it to the red patch on Meng Chi's skin little by little.

"Why are you so sensitive, you tremble when you touch it." Yu Tingzhi said with a smile, and kept moving.

The fresh lemon fragrance of the top note diffused in the room, and the slightly cool body feeling of the paste made Meng Chi unconsciously draw a long breath: "You are using too much force, it feels a little uncomfortable."

"Sketching is a laborious job." Yu Tingzhi said with a smile, he continued to paint with one hand, and helped him massage with the other.

The slender fingers slowly kneaded and unblocked with the hand cream, and the redness on Meng Chi's skin not only did not dissipate, but turned redder, like a delicate flower blooming.

The scent of verbena in the hand cream became stronger and stronger, and the fragrance and touch made Meng Chi's heart itch.

"Okay, come on." Meng Chi let go of the hand holding the brush as he said, and handed the brush back to Yu Tingzhi.

Yu Tingzhi continued to write and paint, writing quickly and decisively.

The hand cream stained on the brush becomes slippery and transparent as the brush strokes deepen, and the white musk and amber woody fragrance in the back notes are stimulated by friction and collision, and gradually melt into the air.It was originally a gentle and mellow smell, but it became intense because of Yu Tingzhi's extremely fast writing.

It was not the first time for Meng Chi to participate in Yu Tingzhi's paintings, and he was still stimulated and intimidated.It seems that he has become the drawing paper of Yu Tingzhi's subordinates again, the air is filled with the fragrance of the ocean intertwined like a net, enveloping him, his mouth, nose, lips and teeth are all Yu Tingzhi's smell, occupying him forcefully and irresistibly.

The brush outlines the gorgeous flowers, which are separated and blended, collided and involved, inseparable, like glue and paint.

Meng Chi felt that there must be some destructive factor in Yu Tingzhi's body, so he encouraged Yu Tingzhi to break him up, then let him reorganize, let him heat up little by little under his palm, until he melted.

"Teacher Yu," Meng Chi said in a daze as the picture in front of him became messy, "You, this painting, isn't it a little too aggressive?"

"Really?" Yu Ting kept on writing, still moving quickly, "I thought I was restrained enough."

Probably because Meng Chi's reminder had an effect, the speed of Yu Ting's writing slowed down and became gentle, as if the storm had turned into a gentle wind and drizzle.

But Meng Chi was a little bit hard to bear, he was used to his fierce painting style, and although the sudden gentleness satisfied his emptiness, it aroused another kind of desire in him.Meng Chi sighed in his heart, feeling that he might also have a destructive factor in his body, and he was the same as Yu Tingzhi.

They are all ordinary people, why not indulge in indulgence.

Probably because of being infected, as a model, Meng Chi also had the urge to write. In order to completely control the initiative, and also because of the desire for revenge, Meng Chi pulled out the ribbon on Yu Tingzhi's nightgown, and wrapped Yu Tingzhi's hands were tied.

The painter's hands were bound, and the paintbrush was controlled by others. He could only watch Meng Chi dance on the tip of the knife.

This feeling of being restricted and repressed makes Yu Ting unbearable, but also makes Yu Ting happy.

He let Meng Chi run amok, and indulged in enjoyment with him.

This sketching lasted for several hours, from the darkness of the night to the silence of the night.

Jiang Hong's bed is a wooden bed, which cannot withstand construction, and it will squeak and protest at the slightest movement. The white quilt has been glued with a lot of white paint, making it look messy.Whether they were in their own home, the two had some scruples, instead of tossing about the bed, they went to the sofa to continue creating art.

When Meng Chi was kneeling on the sofa, he saw the sketchpad dropped on the floor, and the white paper was exactly what Yu Tingzhi had just drawn.

Only a few lines outlined Meng Chi's figure. Not only that, he also simplified the complexity by directly removing the obstructive clothes on Meng Chi's body, and using vines to wrap them around, half-covering and depicting him kneeling. The way it looks in bed.

"Teacher Yu, are you sketching or creating?" Meng Chi asked him teasingly, "Did I not wear clothes just now?"

Yu Tingzhi was not at all embarrassed. He took a look at Meng Chi's appearance at this time, then directly picked him up, and brought him to the dressing mirror on the closet step by step: "Actually, I want to draw the picture of you now look."

While breathing, the mirror was covered with a layer of mist, and the beautiful scenery in the room became hazy, but it was even more ambiguous and seductive.

Meng Chi felt more and more that being a sketching model was more difficult than a photography model, but the double stimulation also made him more excited, and a hint of wildness burst out from his emotional eyes. He looked back at Yu Tingzhi calmly from the mirror, and laughed and cursed. : "You really are a womanizer."

Yu Tingzhi smiled without saying a word, took his hand, and sketched a few strokes on the mirror, fully showing their state of mind at this time.

Meng Chi scolded grass in a low voice, and under a tense convulsion, he couldn't help adding white paint to this charming picture, making mottled highlights.

The shooting location changed from the sofa to the bathroom, and Yu Tingzhi put Meng Chi wherever he thought it was beautiful, and painted with a brush, leaving pictures in his mind that touched his heart.

After the sketching was over, it was already late at night, and Meng Chi was weak all over, including his cheeks were a little sore, regretting that he should have been lazy and allowed Yu Tingzhi to enter the bathroom door.If he had cleaned it himself, his mouth would have been spared the trouble of trying to figure out how to tie a cherry stem.

The area on the sofa and coffee table was still in chaos, but fortunately, during the mischief just now, most of the half bottle of peach blossom wine was poured on Meng Chi, and Yu Tingzhi drank it clean. No matter how much it was stained, there were only a few traces on the floor.

In this way, when explaining to Jiang Hong tomorrow, Yu Tingzhi can still find an excuse to fool him.

This time was not like the last time. Although Meng Chi was a little drunk, he was still rational. He didn't make his clothes so unsightly that he couldn't cover his body.

Coming out of the bathroom, Meng Chi planned to change into clothes and go back to sleep.

"Do you want to go back?" Yu Tingzhi poured a glass of milk and handed it to him.

Meng Chi's throat was dry, so he took a sip to make his throat feel better.

"Don't go, sleep with me." Yu Tingzhi said suddenly.

Meng Chi almost choked on the milk, he raised his eyes to look at Yu Tingzhi, and saw that his eyes were dark, and only a deep calm was left after the lust had passed.

He obviously didn't see any emotion, but Meng Chi's heart to leave was suddenly shaken.How could there be a sense of déjà vu that he was a ruthless scumbag who left after sleeping.

Meng Chi was really sleepy, and since the lights downstairs hadn't been turned off, Jiang Hong didn't seem to be resting, and the marks on his neck couldn't be covered, so he didn't refuse, and obediently climbed onto Yu Tingzhi's bed again. bed.

"Stop messing around, I'm really bored." Meng Chi muttered.

Yu Tingzhi chuckled, "I'm not that beastly."

Meng Chi's back was sore and his butt was hurting, his lips were swollen, and his body looked like flowers were blooming. These words were really not convincing, so Meng Chi slapped him in the face.

In fact, Yu Tingzhi didn't get much better. Later, Meng Chi was also very fierce, almost bleeding from his bite, leaving a lot of teeth marks on his back and thighs, especially the tattoo, with red marks all over it, as if Gorgeous little red flowers bloomed on the thorn vines.

Both of them were very tired, and they fell asleep after going to bed for a while.

The next day, Yu Tingzhi was woken up by the ringing of the phone. He opened his eyes and fumbled for the phone, first pressed the mute button, and then looked back at his side.

Seeing that Meng Chi was not there, he fully woke up and connected the phone.

It was his mother, Yu Shu, who called. Yu Tingzhi told Grandma Song about her birthday, and Yu Shu said that she would go back to China. The two usually don't communicate much, but they still know each other's work and rest. Yu Shu asked him today Why did he sleep late, Yu Tingzhi casually found an excuse to fool him, and chatted for a long time, Yu Shu said that he had something to do and hung up the phone.

Putting the phone back on the bedside table, Yu Tingzhi looked around. The room was almost the same as before going to bed last night, except that Meng Chi and his clothes were missing, and he didn't know when he left.

Yu Tingzhi simply tidied up the bedroom after washing to make those traces less attractive before going out.

He didn't see Meng Chi all day, and he didn't respond to the "when did you leave" that he sent Meng Chi when he went out in the morning.

It wasn't until evening that he met those two little carrots looking for Meng Chi, and he learned from Jiang Hong that Meng Chi had returned to Zewu just after dawn.

Something happened to his master Yang Zhengfeng.