Ruan Cunyun had sharp teeth, and the tip of his tongue pressed roughly against Qin Fanglu's engorged chest muscles.
Sharp and constant pain.
Qin Fanglu's breathing was heavy, and when he looked down he saw a complete tooth mark deeply imprinted on the skin texture.
My heart was filled with thick warmth, and all the jealousy that had accumulated for most of the day disappeared.
Qin Fanglu was very satisfied with Ruan Cunyun's possessiveness of him.
Ruan Cunyun let go, staring at the bite mark in front of him in a daze, and finally his rationality returned a little.
The mark is so deep, it must be very painful.
A wave of heartache rolled over his heart, and Ruan Cunyun asked blankly: "Does it hurt, does it hurt?"
Qin Fanglu's clothes were disheveled, his muscles were undulating, and the teeth marks added a wild atmosphere to his masculine body.
There's no way, the visual impact is just too strong.
The fabric was so tight that you could feel the heaviness and warmth through the air.
He was still wearing normal clothes with his collar wide open. He opened his arms in front of Ruan Cunyun, looking like he was willing to be manipulated.
Ruan Cunyun held down the clothes like a protective child and immediately said, "No!"
Qin Fanglu naturally didn't let him escape. He easily pressed Ruan Cunyun on his legs and asked in a hoarse voice: "Didn't Teacher Ya say that he would teach me cospying? When is the teacher free?"
Qin Fanglu sat on the edge of the bed, and Ruan Cunyun sat astride his thighs. He was forced to spread his knees and had difficulty keeping his balance. He could only put his arms around Qin Fanglu's neck.
The coarse cloth bottoms have become rough and hard due to being stored for a long time, and the yellowing marks make the clothes look more restored.
"What do you mean?" Ruan Cunyun said something hurtful. At this moment, he sat obediently in the man's arms and did not dare to struggle. He asked again carefully, "Does it hurt?"
Ruan Cunyun forced himself to concentrate on the photo and said in a professional tone like a teacher: "Your figure is very restored and your temperament is also very suitable. There is almost no need for extra modification. You just need to focus on the styling, such as wrapping a few bandages around your arms."
Ruan Cunyun felt a tingling sensation in his heart as he touched the cold leather belt. The deep and smooth mermaid line was right in front of him. Qin Fanglu exuded a strong masculine aura.
“Since when did you…” Ruan Cunyun stared.
The frequency of being carried has been unusually high recently. Ruan Cunyun skillfully crawled into Qin Fanglu's neck and punched his back with his little fists, resisting feebly: "I can walk by myself."
Ruan Cunyun was a little confused by the spiral staircase: "It won't be tiring to teach you cosplay."
Qin Fanglu laughed softly: "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
Since Qin Fanglu changed the subject himself, Ruan Cunyun immediately said, "It's fine now. Put me down."
Ruan Cunyun felt completely exhausted when he heard the first half of the sentence. He glared at Qin Fanglu in shame and anger, twisting his waist to try to escape from his legs, but was held tightly.
Even now, Ruan Cunyun still couldn't look straight at it. His face quickly turned red with shame and he turned his head to the side.
This is simply blatant coquetry.
“All the things I cosplayed before are on it.” Qin Fanglu said calmly.
A few years ago, Qin Fanglu wore this pair of trousers, dragged this long sword, and held the sword horizontally, leaving an indelible mark in Ruan Cunyun's heart.
"Okay." Qin Fanglu stretched out his arm and quietly let Ruan Cunyun help him bandage it.
Ruan Cunyun sprinted a hundred meters to get the long cloth skirt with a triangular head, stuffed it into Qin Fanglu's arms, and shouted: "Put it on quickly! What do you look like like this!"
The trousers slid down, revealing his long and strong legs. Qin Fanglu took a step forward as if nothing had happened, with only a piece of cloth left on his body.
Ruan Cunyun was a little speechless: "Do you even need to teach me how to take off my clothes?"
Across thousands of days and nights, they met again across time.
The belt was pulled away with a "click", then the metal buttons were unfastened and the zipper was clicked down. Ruan Cunyun's heart was beating wildly.
He narrowed his eyes, wilder than a cheetah on the grassland, and used both hands to lift Ruan Cunyun up and put him on his legs, sitting face to face. Ruan Cunyun asked him if it hurt, but Qin Fanglu answered irrelevantly: "Normally."
Ruan Cunyun was selfish and was reluctant to let Qin Fanglu replace it with a new one.
Qin Fanglu refused to let him take even one step, and said gently, "You need to conserve your energy now."
After downloading the high-definition picture, Ruan Cunyun looked up and found Qin Fanglu standing there motionless.
Qin Fanglu did not let go. Instead, he picked up Ruan Cunyun face to face, walked to the wall, and reached out to open the obsidian secret door.
Knowing that someone was thin-skinned, Ruan Cunyun would never help Qin Fanglu put on his lower clothes in this state, so Qin Fanglu just put on the rough long skirt with blood stains on it hastily and pulled it down to his crotch.
Ruan Cunyun lowered his head, his eyelashes trembling, and he looked so cute as he was seriously styling his hair.
"Is it too old?" Qin Fanglu commented calmly, "Why not throw it away and buy a new one?"
Qin Fanglu nodded obediently: "Yes."
Qin Fanglu naturally knew what he was thinking, and raised the corners of his mouth contentedly. "You change your clothes first, I'll find some original pictures." Ruan Cunyun lowered his head, hiding his previous urgency.
The two people have different physiques. Ruan Cunyun has fair skin, so if he is pinched a little harder, the faint bruises will still be noticeable three or four days later.
Qin Fanglu was strong and had a strong recovery ability. After Ruan Cunyun bit him, the trace disappeared within two days.
Qin Fanglu smiled and said, "I was too harsh last time. The bite marks on me disappeared after just one day. I'm going to the comic convention the day after tomorrow. If I want everyone to see it clearly, I'll have to use a little more force."
Qin Fanglu kept the triangular-head helmet in a glass display case as a collection, while the costumes and sword props were all kept intact in the cabinet.
Qin Fanglu moved his Adam's apple: "Teacher Huya's hands are different."
Qin Fanglu felt itchy and hoped that this process would last longer and longer.
Qin Fanglu racked his brains: "I think the upper body should also be made up to give it that rough and scary feeling."
"Yes." Ruan Cunyun approved, took out the coloring tools, stood calmly in front of Qin Fanglu, and smeared bloody marks on his bulging upper body muscles.
Qin Fanglu enjoyed it immensely and continued to add: "Should we add some more wounds or something, so that it would not only restore the original image, but also make it sexy."
His heart felt like it was bitten by a mosquito, and Ruan Cunyun immediately thought of those netizens online who were shouting that Teacher Dan was so handsome.
Qin Fanglu himself was also thinking about how to show his most charming side in front of the audience.
Although this is indeed the attitude that a cosplayer should have, Ruan Cunyun, as another person with a closer identity, is still jealous.
Ruan Cunyun curled his lips and said in a cold tone: "Who doesn't like sexy hunk?"
Qin Fanglu scratched his body lightly with the makeup brush. His mind was on Ruan Cunyun's hands. His voice was slightly hoarse: "Do you think I should go to the gym for an hour before cosplaying? The muscles will look better with blood swell and swelling."
Ruan Cunyun paused, his face gloomy: "It's up to you."
Qin Fanglu looked at Ruan Cunyun's white hands calmly holding the pen on his body, and was a little infatuated. He said, "I wanted to put some oil on my body the other day. Can you help me apply some to see the effect?" Ruan Cunyun pouted and said in a cold tone, "Who doesn't like sexy men?"
Qin Fanglu scratched his body lightly with the makeup brush. His mind was on Ruan Cunyun's hands. His voice was slightly hoarse: "Do you think I should go to the gym for an hour before cosplaying? The muscles will look better with blood swell and swelling."
Ruan Cunyun paused, his face gloomy: "It's up to you."
Qin Fanglu looked at Ruan Cunyun's white hands calmly holding the pen on his body, and he was a little infatuated. He said, "I wanted to put some oil on my body the other day. Can you help me apply some to see the effect?"
Ruan Cunyun stopped and asked, "Try now? You seem anxious."
Qin Fanglu vaguely grasped something, but lust blinded his mind. He was like a big dog eager to eat meat, wagging his tail and eagerly saying, "Try it now!"
"Okay." Ruan Cunyun dropped the paint and asked, "Where is the body oil?"
I don't have any external body oils at home, but I do have a lot of internal body oils.
Qin Fanglu pondered over it and vaguely remembered that his mother had given him a box of essential oil that might be useful.
He walked towards the bookcase and said uncertainly, "Maybe in a drawer."
Ruan Cunyun said "OK", pursed his lips, and raised his hand to open a drawer.
Qin Fanglu quickly held him down and said with a smile, "There's nothing in here."
Ruan Cunyun paused and slowly looked at Qin Fanglu: "I remember you didn't let me open the drawer before, what treasure is in it?"
"It is indeed a treasure." Qin Fanglu asked, "Do you really want to know?"
Ruan Cunyun nodded. Qin Fanglu advised kindly: "You still owe me a girl in white clothes and red ropes. It would be bad for you to open this drawer now."
Ruan Cunyun didn't understand what he meant, and didn't intend to understand. He said angrily: "I want to know."
"The drawer is full of paintings," said Qin Fanglu.
Ruan Cunyun said "Oh", "What kind of painting is so mysterious?"
Qin Fanglu admitted: "All the paintings are for fans, and I plan to give them to fans."
Ruan Cunyun shuddered all over, as if he had been hit hard.
It is normal for fans to like Teacher Dan, and it is also natural to have fans who like his looks, but Ruan Cunyun did not expect that Qin Fanglu cared so much about his fans that he treasured them and hid the paintings he gave to his fans in a drawer.
Ruan Cunyun bit his lower lip and asked, "Are you planning to give it to me when I cosplay the day after tomorrow?"
"That's a good suggestion." Qin Fanglu smiled faintly.
Ruan Cunyun's heart sank, his hands and feet were cold, and he asked in a self-torturing manner: "Your fans... do they think you are handsome, have a good figure, and like you very much?"
Qin Fanglu said without hesitation, "Yes! I like it so much."
Ruan Cunyun stood up quickly, as if all his strength was drained away. He leaned softly on the edge of the table and said, "Oh".
It turns out that those who praised Qin Fanglu on the Internet knew that Teacher Dan was not as cold as Ruan Cunyun thought. He actually doted on his fans, but he just didn't dote on Hu Ya in the past few years.
Qin Fanglu finally found the essential oil, opened the lid, and smelled a refreshing fir wood scent.
He handed it to Ruan Cunyun: "What do you think of this?"
Ruan Cunyun took the essential oil and the cool scent lingered around his nose.
He saw Qin Fanglu's upper body naked, rough bloodstains scratching across his hormone-filled muscles, the triangular head placed aside gleaming with cold light, and the long sword looking domineering.
If you put Qin Fanglu in the center of a crowded comic convention, I wonder how many people will go crazy for him.
Seeing that Ruan Cunyun kept his head down, Qin Fanglu touched him again and said in a low voice: "Help me wipe it?"
The glass bottle of essential oil was placed on the table with a "bang". Ruan Cunyun raised his head with red eyes, which scared Qin Fanglu.
Qin Fanglu was at a loss as to what to do and took Ruan Cunyun into his arms: "What..."
Ruan Cunyun suddenly hugged Qin Fanglu tightly, opened his mouth and took another bite right next to the tooth mark.
This time he used so much force that even his hair was shaking.
Qin Fanglu gasped in pain but did not push him away.
Ruan Cunyun raised his head with red eyes, aggrieved and arrogant: "Qin Fanglu, I regret it! I don't want you to cosplay as Triangle Head at the comic convention, I just want to watch it alone."
Qin Fanglu finally grasped the clues that he had just overlooked. Ruan Cunyun was abnormally cold today. It turned out that he was struggling with this matter alone.
"Then I won't cosplay this." Qin Fanglu quickly calmed down and said soothingly, "It was you who ordered me to cosplay the character anyway, so the decision is in your hands."
Ruan Cunyun simply told the whole story, pursing his lips and whispering, "And you also drew pictures for your fans."
Qin Fanglu accurately caught the key words and couldn't help but smile: "Who said it was for the fans?"
"What do you mean?" Ruan Cunyun still didn't understand.
Qin Fanglu realized that it would be better to explain everything now, so he didn't plan to wait any longer and raised his hand to open the drawer: "I'll show you."
Ruan Cunyun crossed his arms: "I'm not interested in seeing the paintings you draw for others."
"Others..." Qin Fanglu repeated the word with a smile, and opened the drawer with a "whoosh".
Ruan Cunyun continued: "You should know that after you appeared today, many people on Weibo think you are handsome and have a good figure. I—"
He was interrupted midway through his words. Ruan Cunyun stared at the papers in the drawer with wide eyes and couldn't utter another word.
Qin Fanglu had a frank expression on his face and spread out the paintings one by one on the table.
Ruan Cunyun's face flushed red as he realized it belatedly. He hurriedly gathered the papers together and shouted incoherently, "...Ahhh, don't let it out!!!"
There was a thick stack of drawing paper, and on each piece of paper there was a drawing of the same boy.
Big eyes, white skin, and two pointed little canine teeth.
Different postures, standing or lying down, different expressions, tears or panting.
She was wearing all kinds of clothes and gadgets, and begged for mercy with tears in her eyes.
Ruan Cunyun's words were broken into pieces: "Fuck you, you, fuck you!"
Qin Fanglu sternly corrected him: "It was me who did it."
Ruan Cunyun wanted to faint immediately.
"How about we slowly realize these paintings after you fulfill your promise of the Hanfu red rope?" Qin Fanglu made the arrangements considerately.
Ruan Cunyun held his waist, which seemed to have started to hurt in advance: "... Get out!"
"I don't know about those fans on Weibo you mentioned," Qin Fanglu said. "I didn't go on Weibo today."
Ruan Cunyun was stunned: "...Oh."
Qin Fanglu sighed as his charming thoughts mostly faded away. He hugged the blushing girl in his arms and said seriously, "I like to see you jealous of me, but you can't be entangled there by yourself. If you encounter any problems, tell me, don't hold it in."
"A little jealousy can make you happy, but too much jealousy can hurt your body, huh?"
Ruan Cunyun hummed and said, "I know."
Qin Fanglu hugged Ruan Cunyun tightly and whispered, "So I should also tell you that when the show ended today, many fans surrounded you and called you wife. I was so angry that I was going crazy."
"They..." Ruan Cunyun blinked, "I said they were just talking."
"I know," Qin Fanglu said, "but I'm still angry."
Ruan Cunyun pursed his lips: "It seems that some people still don't know that we are really a three-dimensional couple."
Qin Fanglu nodded: "I also found out that they thought we were a one-dimensional couple."
"Then what should we say?" Ruan Cunyun asked.
After discussing this, Qin Fanglu remembered something more important: "If you don't want me to cosplay as a triangle head, then change me."
Ruan Cunyun shook his head: "I've figured it out. It's okay."
"I think something is wrong." Qin Fanglu took out his cell phone and searched around, then placed a character in front of Ruan Cunyun.
He was a dandy gangster with a sleazy demeanor, wearing a suit naked, revealing the faint outline of his chest muscles, while the rest of his body was tightly covered.
"That's fine..." Ruan Cunyun pondered for a moment, "But why choose him?"
"Because he was wearing revealing clothes, but not completely revealing." Qin Fanglu smiled, "Just the right amount of revealing."
Ruan Cunyun was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Qin Fanglu smiled and said, "Because it will allow others to see the teeth marks you left behind."
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That night, Huya posted a Weibo with a very official tone, calmly instructing Teacher Dan to change his cosplay character.
There were a lot of shouts below, everyone was asking: "Ahh why!! I want to see the muscles of the tough guy teacher!!!"
Huya remained aloof and didn't answer.
Also that night, Teacher Dan reposted Huya’s Weibo post with the words: “Yes, sir.”
I saw that Mr. BALLS, who has always been aloof and has never changed his nickname, suddenly had a brand new Weibo nickname.
However, rather than being a nickname, it is more like a line of definition.
Coldly, objectively and rationally wrote:
[Ya Mei’s Boyfriend: BALLS]
(End of this chapter)