The night is short. When they parted, they agreed to play again before the comic exhibition. Xu Feifei was eager to go: "I will take you to a super cool place. You will definitely like it. It is my secret base."
Bai Qiangwei smiled and held her forehead: "How much kickback did the boss of the secret base give you?"
A few guests were sent back to the hotel, and the others went home.
Qin Fanglu sent Ruan Cunyun back downstairs, but did not unlock the car door.
Ruan Cunyun sat there without moving.
He looked at Qin Fanglu in the dim moonlight and smiled: "Teacher Dan won't let me go home?"
Qin Fanglu leaned forward, holding Ruan Cunyun's door with his long arm, and tightened Ruan Cunyun's seat belt with his other hand. His breath became heavy, "What did you just say about me being yours?"
Ruan Cunyun actually just said that to follow what his friends said without thinking too much about it. He didn't expect Qin Fanglu to bring up such trivial details and ask about them.
Ruan Cunyun could say it in public, but now he couldn't say it in front of a person. He blushed and tried to turn the tables: "Then what do you call me online?"
The memory card contained the video and photos of the little succubus and Qin Fanglu in the bathtub that night. Ruan Cunyun's fingers froze and he said anxiously, "I didn't see it!"
Qin Fanglu ran his fingers across the row of book spines, not knowing what to feel.
Qin Fanglu took a pen from Ruan Cunyun's desk, gently brushed his fingers across the hem of Ruan Cunyun's pajamas, and said with a faint smile: "Teacher Ya, you are talking nonsense. I clearly signed one for you a few days ago."
Qin Fanglu paused, then curled her lips, picked up a lipstick from the side, opened the cap with one hand, and said when the lipstick touched her skin, "Teacher Dan has seen it, don't show it to others."
How could he deserve to be loved like this? No matter how I thought about it, it was like God had dropped a big meal on his head.
Ruan Cunyun glared at him and pretended to get off the car in anger.
"Boss Qin, would you like to come upstairs and sit down?"
I opened the title page and it was neat and empty.
Ruan Cunyun had his legs tied up and was in a state of confusion. He could only nod and say "yes" subconsciously, and then said "mainly I want Teacher Dan to see it."
This was so cute. Qin Fanglu hooked his index finger and pulled out a book. It was his first art collection published a few years ago.
The bookcase is filled with all the art books, notebooks and peripherals that BALLS has ever published, from the first rough work to the last collection, not a single one was left out.
The two of them were so close that they didn't need to be particular. Ruan Cunyun casually poured a glass of milk for Qin Fanglu, then went to the bathroom in a towel and pajamas: "I'm sweaty all over, so I'm going to take a shower first."
"Then what should you call me?" Qin Fanglu kindly reminded him, "What you said just now was so awkward that I almost thought you were an ancient person. How should you say it in modern spoken language?"
The painting style still retains traces of its immaturity, and the pages, which have been preserved for several years, are very well preserved, but one can tell from the side of the book that it has been flipped through many times.
Ruan Cunyun blocked his view with an unstable expression, deliberately keeping a cold face: "Hey, what's so good about it? Haven't you seen it?"
Ruan Cunyun came out of the shower, his body filled with the fresh scent of shower gel, and he ruffled his wet hair with a soft towel.
Qin Fanglu went in to take a shower, but after finishing he realized that this was not his home and he had no pajamas. He just casually wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out.
Qin Fanglu paused for a moment before he smiled and said, "We may have to sit here all night. Is that okay with Xiao Ruan?"
Ruan Cunyun asked with his chin raised, without any awareness of being a boss following unspoken rules.
Ruan Cunyun said fiercely: "I have never drawn your autographed version."
"Fuck, shut up." Ruan Cunyun interrupted him with a red neck. He didn't dare to recall the sexy look of Qin Fanglu spreading his legs and signing with full possessiveness.
Qin Fanglu sat on the sofa and nodded.
The last time Qin Fanglu went to Ruan Cunyun's house when he helped move the Crayon Shin-chan statue, he stayed there for one night in a hurry and didn't take a close look.
Ruan Cunyun's bedroom has a higher concentration of one dimension and is more private.
Ruan Cunyun choked, knowing that Qin Fanglu dared to say it, but he didn't expect him to be so thick-skinned.
Ruan Cunyun must be very, very cute in every everyday look.
At that time, Qin Fanglu stroked the small patch of skin on the inside of his leg and asked, "Are you going to post the full version of your cosplay of the little succubus?"
Qin Fanglu agreed, and followed Ruan Cunyun obediently, all wet, into his bedroom.
Ruan Cunyun's palms felt hot. He opened the bookcase door and put the memory card inside as if escaping.
If he is a little more narcissistic, he might lie on the tatami and watch Teacher Dan's updates, and roll on the ground happily because he was so excited about having a private chat with Teacher Dan.
Qin Fanglu said as a matter of course: "Wife."
Qin Fanglu glanced at Ruan Cunyun's desk, hooked his fingers and picked up a camera memory card, and asked with a smile: "Have you seen it?"
Qin Fanglu let him go, stopped making trouble, kissed his neck gently, and said, "Good night, see you tomorrow."
Ruan Cunyun also learned from the capitalists and calculated: "Double the rent."
Ruan Cunyun opened the car door, stepped out with one leg, looked back at Qin Fanglu who was standing still, and felt that he was not smart enough.
The door of the small cabinet was wide open. They both saw what was inside. Ruan Cunyun was so embarrassed that he wanted to close the door immediately, but Qin Fanglu stopped him with his quick eyes and hands.
"Then let's find some time to watch it together." Qin Fanglu put the small cube back into Ruan Cunyun's palm.
The obsession in his heart was still deep. Ruan Cunyun half-closed his eyes and hummed: "I will also send the photo to Teacher Dan for an autograph."
"Oh, I forgot to get you pajamas!" Ruan Cunyun jumped up from the sofa, his eyes glued to Qin Fanglu's firm and beautiful upper body curve, and walked towards the bedroom with his eyes straight, "I'll find you one."
He was probably only wearing loose pajamas, lying on the sofa in a relaxed manner, with his two thin white legs crossed and reading comics, holding the cat teacher in his arms.
The sound of water soon came from the bathroom. Qin Fanglu sat on the sofa and saw Ruan Cunyun's collection of figures and comics covering the wall. Next to him was a pillow of a cat teacher. He unconsciously imagined what Ruan Cunyun looked like when he usually stayed at home.
"You want an autograph? Sure." Qin Fanglu wrote with great force, using the delicate skin as drawing paper, and declared his sovereignty in a low voice: "You are mine."
Ruan Cunyun's mind went blank as he felt the tingling strokes of his pen. His waist and legs felt weak. He heard Qin Fanglu's low laugh: "It just shrank a little. Did it like my signature?"
The memory of the past few days was still as deep as a knife. Ruan Cunyun went to open the wardrobe with a shameful face, cursing: "Hurry up and sign, and then come and put on your clothes."
Qin Fanglu followed with a shameless face and immediately coaxed him: "It's signed. I will sign as many as you want in the future, and you can sign it anywhere you want."
Ruan Cunyun glared at him: "You still dare to talk!"
The closet was full of clothes, a small portion of which were work clothes, and a large portion were various cosplay costumes. Ruan Cunyun no longer cared about these clothes being seen by Qin Fanglu, and concentrated on searching for a large short-sleeved shirt: "I'll find you one that you can wear."
In the closet, two sets of Hanfu attracted all of Qin Fanglu's attention.
One set is light yellow, and the other is pure white. They are now hanging quietly side by side in the closet.
"This one should work, you try it..."
Ruan Cunyun turned around holding the clothes, and was covered by a piece of pure white soft cloth.
Qin Fanglu untied Ruan Cunyun's pajamas belt, stripped his willow-like body, draped the white Hanfu over his bare shoulders, and asked in a low voice: "Put it on for me to see?"
"Ah?" Ruan Cunyun subconsciously followed his force and put on the Hanfu, and introduced, "This is a set of clothes that we rejected when we were shooting Hanfu. We tried it for a day and felt it was too plain."
She was dressed in flowing white and stood tall and graceful.
Without the waist-length wig and without any makeup, Ruan Cunyun now only had the freshness of half her body after a bath.
Compared to the stunning back view in Fengxi Valley, it was less soft and ethereal, and more unpretentious youthful heroism, which perfectly coincided with Qin Fanglu's personal fantasy at that time.
Ruan Cunyun looked confused, not knowing why Qin Fanglu's gaze suddenly became deep.
Qin Fanglu reached out his hand and picked up Ruan Cunyun steadily, as if he was holding a handful of white snow, as if he was afraid that it would melt, and carefully placed her on the side of the bed.
What Ruan Cunyun did not expect was that Qin Fanglu bent his knees, lowered his body, and half-knelt in front of him, grabbed one of Ruan Cunyun's thin white ankles, and placed the slender and bony foot on his knees.
"What are you doing?" Ruan Cunyun pinched the flowing cuffs of his Hanfu, feeling inexplicably nervous.
"Where is the red rope tied here?" Qin Fanglu pointed at his ankle.
Ruan Cunyun was stunned, his round toes curled up reflexively, and he asked in surprise: "How did you know that I had a red rope on my foot at that time?"
On the day of trying on clothes, only a friend of Jiujiu Dog took a blurry photo of Ruan Cunyun's back, and even her figure could not be seen clearly, let alone the anklet hidden under the hem of her skirt.
Qin Fanglu actually asked about the whereabouts of the red string right away. It seems that there is only one possibility...
"Did you see it at that time?" Ruan Cunyun asked.
Qin Fanglu suddenly asked: "Do you know why BALLS rejected your QQ friend request?"
The topic changed too quickly. Ruan Cunyun took a while to react. The past grievances and sadness were aroused again. He immediately raised his voice and said, "Yes, why did you reject my friend request at that time? And you even blocked me!"
"I'm sorry." Qin Fanglu apologized again obediently with a smile on his face, his rough fingertips rubbing against the pink toes.
"If I remember correctly, you wore the white Hanfu on the first day after the company's Maple Valley vacation. I happened to be painting in the mountains that day."
Long-lost memories slowly turned around, and Ruan Cunyun suddenly thought: "I saw an unfinished watercolor painting of a maple forest in the mountains that day. That person couldn't be you..."
Qin Fanglu's faint smile explained everything: "I came back from washing my brushes and saw a long-haired girl wearing white Hanfu standing next to the easel. She was as beautiful as a fairy, but there was a bright red rope wrapped around her feet."
It turned out that Qin Fanglu had seen him so early. Ruan Cunyun couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.
"Do you know how I felt at that time?" Qin Fanglu rubbed Ruan Cunyun's calf slowly upwards.
Ruan Cunyun's heartbeat quickened: "What's wrong with you?"
"For the first time in my life." Qin Fanglu looked at Ruan Cunyun closely, "I reacted."
He added: "Because of you."
My heartbeat reached its peak and suddenly missed a beat, causing a tingling sensation.
"I saw someone posted a photo of you in white clothes in Maple Valley in the group. I thought Huya was a female cosplayer and she had piqued my interest before. I was afraid of complications, so I rejected Huya." Qin Fanglu stated the reason. Thinking about it now, he still feels helpless and funny.
"you… "
No matter how wildly Ruan Cunyun imagined, he could not have guessed that the reason why he was rejected by his idol was so ridiculous.
Ruan Cunyun thought about it for a while and couldn't help laughing: "Qin Fanglu, you are such a wimp. Qin Xiaoyi is better at recognizing people than you."
Qin Fanglu narrowed his eyes, his eyes dark: "Let's test how well you know Teacher Dan's works. Do you remember what paintings Teacher Dan posted after Maple Valley?"
It was just last year. Ruan Cunyun thought about it and quickly figured it out. He answered the question confidently: "It is a picture of a boy in white clothes, kneeling on the ground, with red ropes tied around his body..."
He stopped talking halfway, Ruan Cunyun's pupils constricted, and he looked at Qin Fanglu in panic.
"Do you know now who Teacher Dan was drawing at that time?" Qin Fanglu reached out and gently tucked Ruan Cunyun's hanging hair behind his ear.
The only answer fell to the ground with a bang. Ruan Cunyun felt numb all over and felt a dangerous breath approaching. He wanted to take back his legs that were being controlled by someone, but found that they had been tightly held by Qin Fanglu.
"Well, Qin Xiaoyi is quite good at recognizing people."
Qin Fanglu controlled his feet and let Ruan Cunyun step on him gently.
He tilted his neck back, veins throbbing, his Adam's apple rolling sexily, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you feel it?"
The hand that had sneaked into the hem of the Hanfu along the calf continued to slide upwards, and a string of numbness exploded from the sensitive toes and rushed straight to the back of Ruan Cunyun's head.
Ruan Cunyun panted and held Qin Fanglu down, his voice trembling: "Not today... The comic exhibition is coming soon, I want to dance... After doing it, I can't dance away."
Qin Fanglu paused when he heard this, looked at him gently, and chuckled, "When is it okay?"
Ruan Cunyun whispered, "After the comic exhibition, after the comic exhibition, is that okay?"
"Okay." Qin Fanglu agreed readily.
However, the capitalist would not let go of the opportunity to fleece the sheep so easily, and cunningly asked the little sheep: "You can owe it, but it will be many days later, and you have to pay interest."
"What interest..." the little white sheep asked timidly.
"What do you think?" Qin Fanglu asked with a raised eyebrow.
Ruan Cunyun stopped talking and hesitated for a long time without saying a word.
Qin Fanglu couldn't wait any longer and his body was exploding with heat.
He wanted to say, I want you to tie that red bell string on your feet, but then he heard Ruan Cunyun whispered: "Well, then do it as you drew, is it enough for the interest?"
(End of this chapter)