The night has already fallen deep, and the whole city is sleeping quietly.
The bright red lipstick signature was rubbed with a thumb, smearing a little and leaving a sexy red stain.
Ruan Cunyun weakly pushed Qin Fanglu out, glanced at the dark night window, and said, "It's late, it's time to go to bed."
Qin Fanglu really stopped and asked calmly: "Are you really sleepy? Don't answer me immediately, think about it before you speak."
Ruan Cunyun stood up slightly, thinking that he could be let go. He was about to blurt out "I'm sleepy", but then he closed his lips tremblingly.
Because the minute hand rotates four times, it actually only combines once.
Strictly speaking, in the bathroom just now, they were really taking cosplay photos for most of the time—
Ruan Cunyun was forced to lie on Qin Fanglu's lap and was put into an interior that matched the setting of the little succubus. He closed his eyes and thought that there would be some big action, but he felt his body light up and was carried into the empty room. tub.
The little succubus sat in the bathtub, and the original painter sat opposite him, adjusting the camera parameters indifferently with his eyes lowered.
Qin Fanglu glanced at him and said, "What else? Your pictures are not up to par."
The painter teacher is really strict, because he not only knows all the details of the painting by heart, but also knows every detail that has not been painted.
Leaning forward, Ruan Cunyun tremblingly put his arms around the man's neck and sat astride his lap.
"Qin Fanglu..."
The wig was too heavy and was taken off after the photo was taken, and the wings were folded in an unknown corner of the bathroom.
Ruan Cunyun was buried in the soft quilt, his breathing was still trembling, and the tip of his nose was red and rubbing against the quilt.
"It's still not good enough." Qin Fanglu frowned slightly, stood up, and asked a serious question, "Since I can't take a satisfactory photo, I'll start recording it. Does Teacher Huya agree?"
He hesitated several times and finally whispered a single tone.
“…”
Qin Fanglu sat in front of the camera and directed, down to the angle of his legs and the expression when his face was raised.
Hearing Qin Fanglu's playful chuckle, Ruan Cunyun closed his eyes in shame.
Halfway through the night, Qin Fanglu walked out of the bedroom, wearing his nightgown loosely, closing the door behind him and hiding the warm light in the room.
Qin Fanglu pressed the video button and walked toward him step by step on pure black leather shoes. Ruan Cunyun could clearly feel his heart beating wildly and almost jumping out of his chest.
Qin Fanglu looked at their anxious looks and wanted to teach these fat cats a lesson, but suddenly stopped.
Seeing Qin Fanglu come in, Ruan Cunyun curled up tighter and buried himself deeper into the bed. He glared at him with red eyes and weakly uttered three words: "You're crazy."
After Qin Fanglu fed the cat, he walked to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he went out with warm water and snacks, and disappeared behind the bedroom door in an instant.
Half of the demonic appearance has faded, but the charm is even deeper.
Although there was only one person in front of him, Ruan Cunyun's "One more time" was even quieter than when he answered the question in front of everyone.
Ruan Cunyun opened his mouth and heard Qin Fanglu say with a smile: "You have the right to make the decision, and the video can be left in your hands."
When the little succubus first came to the world, she was not very articulate and clumsy. The only thing she learned was the man's name.
Ruan Cunyun squeezed the quilt tightly and hooked Qin Fanglu's arm with his little finger like a feather.
Surrounded by the meows of cats, he finally remembered to add food and water to the cats. The three cats immediately gathered around the food bowl, purring and eating frantically.
The fill light shines on himself, revealing all the details.
Come to think of it, he had been no different than a hungry cat for the past few hours.
Ruan Cunyun was so entangled that he bit the corners of his quilt. He knew that he had a large appetite and could eat another meal, but he could not open his mouth.
"Forget it if you're sleepy." Qin Fanglu said, pretending to lift the quilt over Ruan Cunyun, "Go to sleep."
The three cats moved from the bathroom door to the bedroom door, meowing in stereo surround sound, trying to wake up their comatose master.
He tentatively kissed the man's lips, still green and tender. After just a slight touch, the initiative was taken away from him.
With apologetic eyes, Qin Fanglu brought water to Ruan Cunyun's lips: "Drink some."
"You want to take pictures?" Ruan Cunyun stood beside the bathtub and looked at Qin Fanglu with his eyes wide open with a serious expression.
The little succubus stopped talking and retracted pitifully into the bathtub. She knelt half-kneeling, swung her waist, and put her legs together, trying to relieve the strong discomfort caused by the unfamiliar tail.
Ruan Cunyun curled up his fingers and could barely grasp the smooth bathtub wall, and said dryly: "Okay, okay."
Qin Fanglu raised the corners of his lips calmly, leaned on the bed and asked, "Teacher Huya should know the habits of the succubus race very well, right? Will they let humans take the initiative?"
In the bedroom, both of them were wiped dry. Qin Fanglu stopped touching them and sat firmly on the edge of the bed.
Ruan Cunyun had never been looked at by his lover in such a direct and exposed manner. Qin Fanglu's eyes were very cold, which only further stimulated Ruan Cunyun's nerves.
Ruan Cunyun was so dehydrated that he couldn't lift his hands. He drank more than half a glass of water with Qin Fanglu's hand, and his voice finally recovered.
Ruan Cunyun even struggled to swallow, and his throat still hurt.
Ruan Cunyun straightened up his upper body as if being bewitched, and walked towards Qin Fanglu's knees on the soft mattress.
When Qin Fanglu walked out of the bathroom with Ruan Cunyun in his arms, he took away the memory card of the camera. The devil's tail fell in the corner, and a lipstick with the cap open fell into the bathtub.
However, the cat's meowing was covered by the sounds coming from inside the house, and there was no peace inside or outside the door.
Ruan Cunyun has never had such a strange experience, and has never cosplayed any character in such a reductive way, as if he has really become the little devil in the painting, following the original author's intention, interpreting the content of the picture and the entire story behind it. story.
"I clearly told you to stop." Ruan Cunyun retreated into bed and complained aggrievedly, "Why didn't you stop?"
"Sorry." Qin Fanglu apologized immediately, but he also said aggrievedly, "You clearly wrote it on Weibo, but what should I do if it stops as soon as you tell your boyfriend to stop? Am I not trying to improve?"
"You...!" Ruan Cunyun's eyes were affectionate, and his glare was not fierce at all.
When he thought of Qin Fanglu looking at his trumpet with his pants swinging around, Ruan Cunyun was so embarrassed and ashamed that he wanted to leave this beautiful world.
Ruan Cunyun gritted his teeth and endured the awkward dizziness for a while, finally remembering that he was the one who made sense.
Grinding her small fangs and regaining her momentum, Qiu Hou settled the score and said, "Qin Fanglu, when did you know that I was Huya's?"
Qin Fanglu took advantage of him in the first half of the night, and now he answered everything and said honestly: "After the four of you and I went to the villa to play, I accidentally sat at the table next to you in the secret base, and I heard..."
"So long ago?" Ruan Cunyun sat up in shock and was dragged back to the bed by the pain.
Qin Fanglu rubbed his waist and lowered his eyebrows: "Yes, I'm sorry."
"You've kept it from me for too long!" Ruan Cunyun was dissatisfied.
"I made a mistake." Qin Fanglu admitted his mistake.
"But I still want to defend myself a little. I was shocked at first. I didn't know how to deal with these two identities, and I didn't know how to tell you. Later, your birthday was coming, and I knew you wanted Teacher Dan's blessing. , I wanted to use my identity as BALLS to fulfill your wish, so I never told you.”
"You, your live broadcast..." Ruan Cunyun was confused for a moment, and the shock and speechless mood while watching the live broadcast came back to his heart, leaving him at a loss for words.
All in all, it was too shocking and too overwhelming.
"Well, I can live broadcast like this to confirm my identity and prevent netizens from confirming that I am wishing you a happy birthday." Qin Fanglu showed off his little ingenuity.
Ruan Cunyun felt a little confused. After thinking about it, he felt angry: "Why don't you want netizens to know that Teacher Dan is wishing Huya a happy birthday? You know that Huya really wants Teacher Dan's blessing!"
"Because you said on Weibo that if Mr. Dan gives you his blessing, you will live stream the breakaway dance." Qin Fanglu's face fell, "I don't want you to dance for them."
"I'm kidding." Ruan Cunyun laughed so hard that the quilt shook, "What if I said I would also post the screenshots of the little succubus video tonight?" Qin Fanglu's expression suddenly changed, and he held Ruan Cunyun's waist: "No!"
Ruan Cunyun laughed even louder: "How could it be possible!"
Qin Fanglu stood up and took out a bunch of things from the bag he brought back.
"Birthday gift." Qin Fanglu sat back on the bed and placed the gift on Ruan Cunyun's lap.
"It's very crude. I don't know anything else, so it's just paintings. Please forgive me, Mr. Huya."
Ruan Cunyun picked up the stack of drawing papers and still felt like he was in a dream.
He actually received Teacher BALLS's painting from his boyfriend, and his boyfriend turned out to be Teacher Dan.
Qin Fanglu drew many pictures, each with a different style, from sketch to watercolor, and also the board-painted illustration postcards of Mr. BALLS that Ruan Cunyun is most familiar with. Each one is signed BALLS in the lower right corner.
Ruan Cunyun looked at each one for a long time and couldn't put it down.
It seemed that until this moment, he finally unified BALLS and Qin Fanglu into the same body. His boyfriend and the painter teacher he had liked for many years were the same person.
When he turned to the last painting, Ruan Cunyun was slightly stunned.
The painting shows two naked people embracing each other, chest to chest.
Ruan Cunyun saw Qin Fanglu in the painting, and also saw himself.
Rather than saying this is a painting, it would be more appropriate to call it art.
Qin Fanglu came over and hugged Ruan Cunyun like in the painting.
The painting was put aside, and their chests were pressed against each other.
Qin Fanglu gently touched Ruan Cunyun's slightly swollen lips and said, "Happy birthday, baby, I love you very much."
Ruan Cunyun's eyes that had finally dried up became moist again. He raised his hand and hooked Qin Fanglu's neck, feeling deeply moved: "Qin Fanglu, I love you too."
The lips touched gently, and Ruan Cunyun was addicted to it. Suddenly he felt a big hand sneaking into the bed quietly without knowing when.
Ruan Cunyun gasped suddenly, held down Qin Fanglu with his backhand, blinked his eyes, and said innocently and pitifully: "No, it's almost morning."
"You can talk and laugh now, and you still have the energy to confess to me." Qin Fanglu's capitalist face encouraged his subordinates, "You are actually more powerful than you think. You can do it at least two more times. Believe in yourself. "
Ruan Cunyun was about to cry but had no tears: "My legs are tired."
Qin Fanglu let him go and picked up the snacks he had just brought in from the bedside table: "Then have some breakfast and replenish your strength."
There was a renewed fire in his eyes. Ruan Cunyun hid in the quilt in vain, and then he was dug out, and he swallowed the fragrant and delicious snacks resignedly.
The quilt was completely lifted, the bed was empty, and the temperature gradually dropped.
On the other side of the bedroom, the temperature rose sharply.
There was a thick blanket on the ground, and his knees and palms didn't hurt much, but Ruan Cunyun still cried and wanted to run away.
In front of him was the drawer of the desk close to the floor. The delicate copper ring swayed rhythmically in front of Ruan Cunyun's eyes, like his only life-saving straw.
Ruan Cunyun stretched out his arm to reach the drawer ring, but his hand was firmly grasped back.
As his back felt hot, Qin Fanglu leaned over, grabbed Ruan Cunyun's earlobe from behind, and said secretly: "Don't open that drawer for today."
Ruan Cunyun had no sense at all and asked based on instinct: "What is inside..."
Qin Fanglu replied with a heavy breath: "Leave it to the plan to be implemented slowly in the future."
In the dim light of morning, all three cats fell into a deep sleep, while the humans were still awake.
Ruan Cunyun couldn't remember how long he cried and begged for a long time. Now all he could remember was his subconscious slurring: "Teacher Dan is a big bastard..."
A drop of sweat dripped from the side of Qin Fanglu's neck to Ruan Cunyun's back. He didn't stop and replied: "Then let me chase you again as the bastard painter BALLS, okay?"
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The blackout curtains blocked the midday sun tightly outside the window, and the room finally became quiet.
Ruan Cunyun lay unconscious on the bed, his hands and feet so heavy that he could not even tremble in sleep.
Qin Fanglu was also tired, but his unprecedented sense of satisfaction surpassed all physical fatigue. He sat next to Ruan Cunyun and looked at his sleeping face for a long time, unable to move his eyes away.
After looking at it for too long, Qin Fanglu finally slowly took out his phone and started reading the messages.
After replying to the email while lying on the bed, Qin Fanglu moved his fingers and lazily logged onto Weibo, which had been neglected for a long time.
The number of bright red news alerts was astonishing. Qin Fanglu took a casual look and found that it was indeed a chaos.
[Are you awake? ? Can you come back and take care of the poor fans who were hanged by gossip! ! !]
[Teacher Dan, who are you sending birthday wishes to? ? He's your three-dimensional lover, right? !]
[I only have one question, is your birthday partner cosplayer Huya? Teacher Dan, please be sure to answer me. This is very important to me! !]
[I don’t care about you anymore, I’ll give Danya a brief blow first. (Although I didn’t see any interaction between them, I was just stunned!)]
[Let’s just say, is it possible that it has nothing to do with Huya? If you ask too many questions, it will disturb Huya and Teacher Dan.]
[Anyway, I think it’s unlikely. The two of them have nothing to do with each other online, how could they suddenly fall in love?]
There was anything to say. He swiped and saw the comic show voting forwarded at the bottom. Overnight, the combination of "BALLS & Huya" unexpectedly shot to the first place far ahead.
Well, Qin Fanglu smiled softly. It seemed that the live broadcast was not completely useless.
Qin Fanglu swiped twice more and was about to turn off the screen. He glanced at Ruan Cunyun beside him and changed his mind.
He clicked on Ruan Cunyun's Weibo and saw a different scene in the comments.
[Wife! ! ! Do you not want my wife? Is your boyfriend actually a BALLS? ? I must be dreaming! !]
[I am the first one not to believe it! ! Yamei and Teacher Dan are just netizens at most, so stop being a slut!]
[Huya, please come out and say something, you are so heart-breaking, woo woo woo—]
[Ah, honey, come out quickly. Is this screenshot of the live broadcast actually yours? ! Too mushy! [picture]]
Qin Fanglu clicked on the last post, which was a Weibo post by a netizen, mentioning BALLS.
There is a screenshot of yesterday's BALLS live broadcast on Weibo. The camera was captured the moment the phone was in the air.
The picture is very blurry, but two slender legs and fluffy skirt can be vaguely seen, as well as a blurry bathtub in the background.
[I vouch for my status as the husband of a tooth girl of ten years—this is definitely Hu Ya Ben Ya! !]
[Woooooooo, I also think this is Yamei’s wife [screaming]! !]
[These are my wife’s legs! Don't say it's confusing, I can recognize it even if it's coded! !]
[Stop guessing, why don’t you ask @BALLS who is in the live broadcast!]
Countless comments flowed by like water. Qin Fanglu stared at the screen and could only see two extremely dazzling words.
The original Weibo post read: [@BALLS, without any hope, ask Teacher Dan who is the person who appears in your live broadcast room! ! You are just congratulating him/her on his/her birthday, right?]
Qin Fanglu had a deep look on his face and moved his fingers to repost this Weibo post.
The words for forwarding are concise and concise, just three characters -
[My wife.]
(End of chapter)