He Xiran actually had a villa in the mountains. The villa was cleaned, the bedding was soft, and the refrigerator was full of food. It turned out that Su An was running away for the past five days. Well, I didn't do it, but sent someone to sort out this villa.
Su An entered the room darkly, and fell asleep that night because of exhaustion. Woke up the next day, the heavy curtains completely blocked the sunlight, and the room was dark. Su An blinked dully, drowsiness and flew away, only to realize that something was wrong.
He looked left and right and raised his arms, only to find that his arms were tied to the sides and he couldn't move.
Su An: "..."
Has this neuropathy gone completely crazy
Su An struggled, but he couldn't. He lowered his gaze and saw that He Xiran was sitting neatly at the end of the bed, with some silver tools that didn't look good beside him.
"Uncle," Su An swallowed and said hoarsely, "what do you want to do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw something on his ankle. Looking closely, it is a lifelike blue butterfly painted on the ankle.
The wings are fluttering slightly, the posture is budding, and the beauty is like an elf.
Su An moved her foot, is this .
He Xiran pressed his ankle and said lightly, "This place is beautiful and suitable for a tattoo."
Su An felt a chill in her bones, and her lower consciousness shrank back.
"Move." He Xiran lifted his skin to look at him.
He couldn't reason with mental illness, but Su An could softly persuade him to act like a spoiled child with him, pretending to be pitiful, trying to shake He Xiran's heart made of iron, "Uncle, I'm afraid of pain."
He Xiran gently stroked Su An's ankle with gentle movements, "It will be over soon."
Cheng Suan stared at him with wide eyes, then shrank back in horror, and turned around, covered with a misty water light, "Don't..."
He Xiran has already started to pick up tools.
Su An sobbed and sobbed, sobbing and sobbing the whole time, without a few drops of tears falling. In fact, he is not so sensitive to pain. He looks like he is addicted to pretending to be good, and He Xiran just eats this.
The tattoo on the foot is from a great painter, I don't know if it is worth it. Su An glanced at him from the corner of his eye, feeling quite beautiful.
As expected of He Xiran, the best man he slept with.
Hee hee hee, write another account in the small book.
Su An's voice was hoarse, and after crying for two hours, she was almost dehydrated and speechless. He Xiran healed his wound, sighed, and got up to give him water.
Su An drank several times in a hurry, and then looked at him aggrievedly, "I want to go to the toilet."
His voice was unpleasant, he pursed his lips and lowered his lips, his white forehead resting against the pillow and felt uncomfortable.
He Xiran untied his , picked up Su An and walked to the bathroom. Su An's arm rested loosely on his shoulder, sniffed and asked, "Uncle, Shen Changxiu is afraid of you."
He didn't forget to ask questions when he arrived at this meeting. He Xiran smiled, and quickly disappeared, saying lightly, "Because he killed his sister."
Ha ha.
But Su An obediently did not speak. By now, he has basically collected all the evidence and figured out all the stories. But only, Su An still doesn't understand He Xiran.
Even Shen Changxiu has determined that it is Chu He, but who is He Xiran who is jealous of Shen Changxiu
After Su An was taken to the toilet to solve the problem, He Xiran let him sit beside the bathtub and gracefully went to wash the table.
Su An's eyes moved to his knuckles, the joints were distinct, and each knuckle looked like the work of a sculptor after painstaking efforts. He Xiran's pair are really good-looking, and if you look at them, you can imagine how calm and rational people are.
... humiliating calm and rationality.
He Xiran carried him back to the bed, Su An had been obediently wrapping his neck, thinking that he would not be tied again, who knew that He Xiran ripped off his , even reaching for the ribbon on the bed frame.
Su An's voice trembled, "Uncle, do you still want to tie it up?"
He Xiran's tone was calm, "You will run if you don't tie it up."
"..." Su An finally knew that Shen Changxiu's mouth had not been sick for 37 years, and it would be even more terrifying when he got sick. He thought about it. "No, I want to hold you."
He Xiran sighed in frustration, stretched out to hold Su An's forearm, and seemed to want to pull it off. Su An was in a hurry, he leaned up and kissed it, stuck out his tongue and scurried around, and said vaguely, "Uncle, kiss me."
He tried hard to keep people, but He Xiran didn't make a sound for a long time. When Su An was cold, she grabbed the back of Su An's head from the back of her head, and He Xiran violently took control of the movement and suffocated Su An.
Finally, it was a spring night.
When he woke up again, Su Anshuang blinked in awe. He wanted to get up, but suddenly found that the twins were still tied to the bed, and this bed was within the range of motion.
He Xiran still tied him, Su An's face was slightly distorted, and he almost laughed angrily.
White was fucked by a dog man.
For several days in a row, in addition to managing the problem, Su An kept him on the bed by He Xiran. The villa was quiet and there were no servants. The person Su An saw every day was He Xiran, and the one he heard was He Xiran's voice alone.
He Xiran didn't give Su An anything like TV, phone, etc., and the news from the outside world. There is paper to relieve the boredom. Su An finally grinded him for a long time before finally being able to walk in the whole villa.
One day after walking out of the bedroom, Su An felt that he could no longer walk, his legs were weak, and stepping on the ground was like stepping on the clouds. The living room was bright and spacious, with bright and clean windows. Su An was a little stunned for a while, but he turned around and smiled at He Xiran, "Uncle, you are so happy."
He Xiran looked at him carefully, his expression was as happy as he said, without a trace of resentment against He Xiran or the desire to escape.
"Well," He Xiran's mouth curled up easily, "Go to dinner."
The dining table was already filled with sumptuous meals. Su An happily ate the meal with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth. From time to time, He Xiran gave He Xiran a chopstick dish, and then attached an affectionate and timid God.
Su An's god has practiced in front of the mirror many times in the past few days, and he can guarantee that he looks like he really likes He Xiran. Will be shy because of his kisses, will be happy because of being with him.
"Uncle," Su An put the tableware into the dishwasher after eating, blushing, " also cooks, so I'll let cook it for you next meal, okay?"
After He Xiran finished washing, he took a towel to dry the water, but did not agree immediately.
Su An hugged his waist, and he was 1.78 meters tall and was concave like a bird. "Uncle, I want you to taste the food that I made."
"Okay," He Xiran finally agreed, relenting, "someone will bring the materials in the afternoon."
Su An smiled and crooked, thinking about it.
With one step back, will the next step be far behind
That night, He Xiran ate a meal that Su An personally made. Although he didn't say anything, Su An noticed the slight difference, and He Xiran's mood became visibly happy.
In the days when Su An was locked up, there were too many sweet words to say. His eyes are clean, his expression is serious, and he speaks like a true confession, and it is often his face that turns red first.
Under this invisible sugar-coated shell, He Xiran's bottom line was lowered step by step. On a sunny day on Sunday, Su An was in a good mood, humming a song, jumping into a shirt from He Xiran, and looking in the mirror full of energy.
Aren't men in the heart like this? He looked at himself in the mirror, his white shirt had long legs, his face was rosy and shiny, his bones were clean, and he was thin and neat.
He is going to take He Xiran down completely today, and leave this damn mountain villa as soon as possible.
He Xiran was in the studio, and Su An stopped when he came to the door of the studio. After thinking for a while, he crumpled the white shirt on his body before pushing the door in.
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He Xiran was drawing with a cigarette in his mouth, and when he heard the sound, he looked up, his eyes fixed and he couldn't move.
Su An smiled shyly, walked to his canvas, and sat down next to the window coffin, "Uncle, do you need a model today?"
White legs folded lightly, smiling shyly. The fluffy hair was slightly longer, covering Su An's eyebrows.
He Xiran's eyes dimmed and kept spinning around Su An. The young man was wearing pure white underwear and one of his shirts, half-covered, clean and pure, smiling vigorously at He Xiran.
The transparent windows behind it refract the colorful sunlight, and the black and white eyes intersect, all of which are the smell of He Xiran.
There are also ambiguous traces of green and red left by He Xiran on his body.
He Xiran licked his dry lips. He lowered his skin, took off the drawing board from the easel, and changed the drawing paper. "Lie on the sofa."
Su An walked over and saw the white lace gauze on the table beside him. With a move, he took the lace gauze over.
When He Xiran lifted her up again, she saw Su An lying on the sofa surrounded by a layer of lace.
The shirt and panties were thrown aside, and Su An, the mannequin, finally fulfilled her responsibilities.
Full. Naked, half-naked, he's all done.
The picture itself is hazy like a painting. The sun shines across Su An's body, and the lace hollows cast mottled shadows on the ground, so perfect that the word "natural" remains.
He Xi ignited the pen in motion, and the tip of the pen stopped in front of the canvas.
At a distance of about three meters, the tall easel blocked half of He Xiran's face. Su An lowered his eyes a little, the years were quiet, and there was a quiet sound.
This body painting lasted for hours, and Su An was already lying on the sofa and was about to fall asleep. From high to low, from bright to warm yellow, He Xiran suddenly said, "Okay."
Su An immediately regained his energy. After putting on his clothes, he ran to He Xiran's side, "Uncle, let's see what you have drawn."
He Xiran put the canvas down so he couldn't see it, "Go back and put on your pants."
Su Anyi walked out reluctantly, and when she reached the door, she suddenly replied, "Uncle, would you like to go out on a date next weekend?"
He chatted a lot, and listed all the dating activities. Before he finished speaking, He Xiran had already clicked, and seemed to say impatiently, "Go out."
Su An obediently shut up, and Mei Fei walked out with a smile.
After he left, the studio was quiet again. He Xiran sat quietly for a moment and lifted the cloth on the drawing board.
The drawing paper is blank and has not been drawn on.
He Xi lit a cigarette and looked in the direction of the window.
For hours, he was looking at Su An.