Two-dimensional society may also fall in love!

The screens of all viewers were pitch black, and then an animated villain appeared to indicate that the live broadcast was over, and a sentence floated below: [The anchor is fishing, let’s watch it next time when the broadcast starts~]

[? ? ?Why did it suddenly disappear! !Gone! ! 】

【Mr. Egg, come back to me!You explain it clearly to us! ! 】

[The screen seemed to light up just now, very, very fast, it seems that Mr. Egg's phone fell to the ground, did someone see what happened! ! 】

[I recorded the screen, wait for me to see. 】

【Ahhhhhh help, who exactly is Teacher Egg's confession to!Who's birthday is today? ! 】

On the dark and silent live broadcast room page, manic barrages flew over densely, but the only answer to them was the lonely dancing animation villain and the silent night.

Contrary to the din on the internet, the spacious bathroom, filled with five people, is brightly lit but as silent as a cemetery.

It was actually Xu Feifei who spoke first, and he shrank his neck and smiled coyly: "That Qin... Mr. Dan, ah no, Mr. Qin... your live broadcast is interrupted."

Qin Fanglu's gaze was bottomless, fixed on Ruan Cunyun's body, and asked calmly, "Who is your cosplayer?"

Under the light, there was nowhere to hide the little succubus' pitiful coquettish attitude. Ruan Cunyun subconsciously crossed his legs, and his pinkish white tender heels were nervously pressed together.

He struggled to speak out: "Ms. BALLS'...a painting."

"En." Qin Fanglu nodded slightly, and took a step forward with his dark leather shoes.

"Then why don't you dress well?" Qin Fanglu asked.

"No……"

Ruan Cunyun was eager to defend, but when he looked down, he realized that the lace suspenders that had been pulled down to restore the scene were still slipping under his shoulders. The live broadcast took all his attention, and he completely forgot to pull it back.

And the shoulder straps fell too low, causing the neckline to slide down, revealing half a grain of cherry pink on the chest.

Ruan Cunyun's face turned pale, and he quickly pulled back the suspenders and adjusted the neckline.

Qin Fanglu's expression was calm: "How long have you let them see you like this?"

The quieter his eyes and the calmer his tone, the more nervous Ruan Cunyun became, his heart pounding.

"Not long." Ruan Cunyun's Adam's apple trembled.

The dangerous atmosphere in the small space was so strong that it could not be ignored, and the three "they" who were named raised their eyes vigilantly.

Bai Qiangwei and Qi Chang looked at each other quickly, and came to the conclusion tacitly: it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Xu Feifei, who was ignorant and fearless, stood up and pointed at Qin Fanglu: "You, you, you, isn't it because you drew this way? Xiaoyun is also to restore your picture!"

Qin Fanglu raised his eyebrows: "Have you already filmed?"

"Take a few pictures."

Qi Chang went through the initial disbelief, now it's all fun.

Perhaps it was because he and Qin Fanglu were not so familiar yet, the shocking emotion was like a whirlwind, and then was overwhelmed by the huge excitement, like a small observer who happened to encounter the wonders of the world.

Now he only feels that the world is ingenious and unpredictable. Ruan Cunyun had married the teacher Dan whom he admired a long time ago, but he only discovered it now.

The degree of creation made in heaven, I dare not write like that!

Qin Fanglu looked down at the camera, his tone was respectful, but it made people sound a little aggressive: "Mr. Qi, can I have a look at the photos?"

Qi Chang wanted to watch a play, so he threw the ball to Ruan Cunyun: "The photo belongs to Ruan Cunyun, I'm just a photographer, Mr. Qin asked the wrong person."

Hearing this, Qin Fanglu took another half step closer to Ruan Cunyun: "Can I see it?"

Ruan Cunyun didn't know what Qin Fanglu's plan was, and before he calmed down, he opened his lips: "Look."

Qin Fanglu picked up the camera with one hand, and his movements were the same as those at the comic exhibition a few years ago.

It's just that he didn't say "delete" this time, but pursed his lips and said indifferently: "It's not enough to restore."

The original artist stood in front of the coser and said that his work was not restored. Ruan Cunyun had never been hit so hard, let alone this person was his most beloved lover.

Ruan Cunyun's throat was dry and his stomach was sour.

Before he had time to speak, he saw Qin Fanglu taking another step closer to himself: "But the original author can provide on-site guidance, do you want it?"

BALLS is standing in front of him at this moment, saying that he wants to guide himself to cospy.

Ruan Cunyun tremblingly thought, does he have any reason for refusal, does he have any thoughts of refusal, does he have any right to refusal?

He did not.

Ruan Cunyun said softly: "...OK."

Qin Fanglu glanced back at the remaining three people, and said calmly: "Mr. Qi, please borrow your camera, Ms. Bai, please borrow your cosmetics."

Mr. Qi and Ms. Bai easily understood the meaning of the order to drive away guests in Qin Fanglu's words.

Bai Qiangwei also put on airs and replied to him, with an obvious smile in her words: "Please go ahead, Teacher Egg."

Since then, Qin Fanglu didn't look at them again.

Qin Fanglu stepped forward in two steps, stretched his arms and hugged the little succubus into his arms, passed his other hand through his knees, hugged him horizontally, and easily placed Ruan Cunyun on the spacious marble sink.

The calf wrapped in stockings hangs helplessly in the air, and the black wings touch the mirror.

The original author has absolute authority, BALLS looked down at the coser in front of him, pinched his chin, and said critically: "First of all, the lips are not red enough."

Unable to move, Ruan Cunyun was forced to raise his face obediently, his breathing was disordered, his eyelashes were wet and flapped suddenly, and his Adam's apple rolled slowly.

Bai Qiangwei let out a "fuck" in her heart, keenly aware of what was going to happen next.

Xu Feifei was unaware of the ambiguous atmosphere in the bathroom, and said angrily, "Where is it not red enough? I obviously used Qiangwei's new lipstick... eh!"

Qi Chang covered Xu Feifei's dog's mouth with one hand, and Bai Qiangwei covered his dog's eyes with one hand. The couple pulled Xu Feifei out of the bathroom with one hand, and closed the bathroom door forcefully.

At the moment when the heavy-textured door was closed, there was an intense sticky kiss sound from the bathroom, as well as the sound of the body hitting the mirror, and a suppressed muffled hum.

Xu Feifei's eyes widened, and Qi Chang choked up a loud cry, and Bai Qiangwei covered Xu Feifei's ears with sharp eyes and quick hands.

It wasn't until the three of them staggered to the distant gate that they let go of Xu Feifei who was blushing.

Xu Feifei stared like a copper bell with dog eyes, pointing in the direction of the bathroom, saying incoherently: "He...they...he...!"

Qi Chang sighed: "Children can't watch these."

Bai Qiangwei patted Xu Feifei's dog's head: "Go, it's time for us to go home."

"No! My God!" Xu Feifei shouted, with a sad face, "Ms. Dan is so angry, is it because Xiaoyun didn't ask him for authorization?"

"Give..." Even Bai Qiangwei choked for a moment and almost died laughing, "Give me the right to fuck!"

Xu Feifei was still quite scared: "Ruan Cunyun has thin arms and legs, so he won't be knocked out because of his cosplay?"

Bai Qiangwei slipped the little boy Xu Feifei out of the house and said, "I won't be knocked out, but I should be dizzy too." Qi Chang closed the door intimately, and made a bet with Bai Qiangwei, "When do you think Ruan Cunyun will wake up and come back to us?" News? I bet tomorrow night."

"Impossible." Bai Qiangwei smirked, "Didn't you see Qin Fanglu's eyes? I bet it's noon the day after tomorrow."

Ruan Cunyun was pressed against the mirror, and his breath was broken into three pieces.

The ravaged lips were finally let go, bright red and moist.

The fingertips slowly scraped across the soft lips, Qin Fanglu breathed heavily, the indifference he held just now had long since disappeared, and he was full of masculine aura without restraint, his deep black eyes seemed to swallow Ruan Cunyun.

Ruan Cunyun was sore from waist to legs, trembling under Qin Fanglu's tight pressure.

Qin Fanglu's voice was too hoarse: "Well, it's only now that it's popular."

"BALLS..." Ruan Cunyun murmured, looking up at Qin Fanglu absent-mindedly, "How could you be BALLS?"

"it's me."

Qin Fanglu took half a step back slightly, the cool air washed away the heat.

"I originally wanted to give you a gift as soon as I came back, but it seems impossible now."

As Qin Fanglu said, he walked to the other end of the bathroom neatly dressed, sat on a chair with his legs wide open, and sat like a big guy.

"As far as I know, cospy should not only restore the appearance and clothing, but more importantly, restore the charm and personality of the character. Is this right, Mr. Huya?" Qin Fanglu asked.

As soon as the three of them left, the spacious bathroom immediately became more empty, and it even produced an echo.

Ruan Cunyun was still sitting alone on the high sink, forced to accept the baptism of scorching eyes.

When he heard Mr. BALLS call himself "Huya", his whole body trembled with stress, and he felt numbness from his tailbone.

"correct……"

Ruan Cunyun replied weakly, and looked at Qin Fanglu as if asking for help, as if hoping that he would stop this shameful contempt.

Qin Fanglu ignored it, and continued to ask: "Teacher Huya's cosplay is famous for restoring the charm, so tell me, what should the demeanor and movements of the succubus be like?"

Ruan Cunyun put his knees together nervously, his ears were red and he couldn't speak.

"Is this the level of a famous cosplayer?" Qin Fanglu chuckled, "Or, Yamei wants Teacher Dan to teach him personally?"

Ruan Cunyun couldn't bear Qin Fanglu's direct and fierce eyes, so he shrank his legs and sat on the sink completely, as if this would give him a sense of security.

When he didn't answer, Qin Fanglu looked at him with that kind of eyes.

Unable to bear it any longer, Ruan Cunyun took a breath out of thin air: "You teach me..."

"Okay, let's check the basic settings first."

The original author sat on the chair without moving, and ordered: "Pick up the skirt."

"Ah?" Ruan Cunyun's eyes widened, and now even his neck was red.

Qin Fanglu looked at him with a slight smile: "If you don't show me, how will I know if you're wearing the right underwear?"

Ruan Cunyun focused his eyes and raised his voice: "You didn't draw what's inside the skirt!"

"But Teacher Dan is a person who strives for excellence." Qin Fanglu apologized, "Since you asked BALLS for cospy authorization and accepted his on-site guidance, you must allow the original author to be responsible for his own work."

Ruan Cunyun held back for a long time, his fingers tightly clutching the hem of the skirt.

I have done the most intimate thing twice, and I have seen everything that should be seen. It stands to reason that lifting a skirt is not a difficult action.

But at this moment, Qin Fanglu is not only his boyfriend, but also the painter teacher he has liked for so many years.

The distant identities overlapped on him, still carrying a strange and fantastic atmosphere, which made Ruan Cunyun feel ashamed.

Under the silent urging of fiery eyes, Ruan Cunyun took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly lifted the hem of his skirt.

The cool air immediately brushed against the heels of his legs, causing tiny goose bumps.

Ruan Cunyun's mind turned slowly, suddenly he was taken aback, and opened his eyes: "Do you know that I asked you for authorization?"

Qin Fanglu looked at him with dark eyes, his fair thighs were slightly sensual, and above the black lace leg rings was a pair of conservative and normal white boxers.

Qin Fanglu raised his eyebrows slightly, and fluently announced his trumpet name: "Mr. BALLS cured my Yangwei, but your name is not very good, because you don't actually have Yangwei."

"..."

Ruan Cunyun's breathing stopped suddenly, he let go of his fingers, and the hem of the skirt fell back to his lap.

"Fortunately, I checked it again." Qin Fanglu said, "The clothes inside are wrong, and they are far from the original."

"You didn't draw it...!" Ruan Cunyun glared at him, "Then what do you want to wear?"

Hooking his index finger, Qin Fanglu leisurely opened the cabinet beside him and took out a piece of white lace fabric.

"this."

Ruan Cunyun shrank back: "Impossible."

Qin Fanglu shrugged: "The original work is set like this, it is a basic requirement for cosplayers to respect the original work."

"You..." Ruan Cunyun bit his lower lip.

"And." Qin Fanglu said seriously, "How come the succubus doesn't have a tail?"

Ruan Cunyun closed his eyes: "You didn't draw..."

"Succubi have tails, it's common sense." Qin Fanglu didn't look sideways, stretched out his hand and took out a slender little devil's tail from the cabinet.

Ruan Cunyun looked at it for a while before realizing how it works, and the blood rushed to the top of his head, and the last trace of reason was about to be burned.

He took a deep breath: "...where did you get it?"

Qin Fanglu said: "The three express boxes you saw that day."

After being dazed for a long time, Ruan Cunyun asked blankly, "There are three boxes...?"

Qin Fanglu didn't continue to answer, and casually leaned back in the chair.

The lace fabric and tail were placed on the low table next to him. Qin Fanglu patted his thigh lightly with empty hands.

Ruan Cunyun swallowed in vain.

He knew what Qin Fanglu meant.

But Qin Fanglu was sitting in a suit and leather shoes. Opposite him was the full-length mirror in the bathroom, which would clearly reflect all the pictures.

Ruan Cunyun sat motionless on the sink, pretending not to understand, and helplessly resisting.

Qin Fanglu gave him too much time to adapt tonight, and did not intend to continue to tolerate.

The momentum was suppressed, the palms were loosely placed on the legs, and the brows were sharp.

Qin Fanglu gave a brief order: "Lie down."

Three cats circled outside the bathroom, they were hesitant to meow when they ran out of cat food.

Because the minute hand on the wall walked three times, there was a faint ups and downs in the bathroom, followed by the sound of shower water, and the sound of water ended, but the bathroom door remained silent.

When Firescale was on the catwalk and was about to scratch the door, another round of voices sounded from inside, only hoarse and more helpless.

The paws on the door were finally put down, and the clever cats realized that they were only hungry for a while, but some people couldn't stop when they were full.

The minute hand made another one and a half laps, the water in the cat bowl was drunk, and the bathroom door finally opened, and the hot and humid mist mixed with the fishy smell of the sea rushed out.

Three cats begged for food at the feet of the tall excrement shoveler, but he ignored them.

He walked towards the bedroom with bare feet, leaving a string of footprints on the floor, and water not only on his body fell beside him.

The little succubus curled up in the man's arms, her forehead buried in her chest, still trembling with stress.

The sling hangs pitifully on the crook of the arm, plum blossom-like traces extend into the depths of the neckline, the hem of the skirt is wet and dripping, and the sparse lace fabric hangs on the weak white ankle.

When Qin Fanglu entered the bedroom, he paused, and the small piece of fabric was thrown to the ground.

Ruan Cunyun was put on the bed with a hoarse voice and blurred eyes.

He randomly changed the subject: "Well, what about the birthday present? You haven't given it to me yet..."

Qin Fanglu placed a soft kiss on Ruan Cunyun's face: "Didn't I already give you your signature?"

"It's not that..." Ruan Cunyun dragged his tears.

Qin Fanglu pressed up again, unbuttoned his shirt one by one with one hand, and said with a smile, "No rush, I'll give it to you when I'm full."

The trembling thighs were pulled apart again, and on the base of the pure white jade legs, someone signed a chic name with red lipstick——

BALLS.