After waiting for a while, Yan Han finally came back with a large box of things.
"What's this?"
She sat on the bedside and watched him unpacking the boxes with great interest.
Yan Han: "The paints and templates for body painting were given by Lu Zechen before."
Song Xiang pouted, "Why did he give you this?"
At first glance, it seems that it is not for serious people.
"Have you used it before? Painted for others?"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows and threw a box of paint into her arms, "See for yourself."
Song Xiang picked it up and took a look. It was not even dismantled. At first glance, it was all new.
He raised his eyes and met Yan Han's playful smile.
She quickly threw away the paint and shrank back, "Don't even think about it!"
She didn't want to draw this, it was too... too inappropriate!
Yan Han sat by the bed and used the same tone he used when he begged her to wear a cheongsam just now, but even softer, so bad that he was about to burst into tears.
"This thing will fade away on its own in more than a month."
Song Xiang was shocked, "It will take more than a month to fade?"
Yan Han: "I will draw it on your back so that no one can see it except me."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and struggled, "No."
It's annoying, it seems like it's marked by him.
"What do you want to draw?" He went directly past her thoughts and started to be a little tough.
Song Xiang could sense that this guy was tired of pretending to be a dog, and the wolf nature in his bones was about to come out.
She thought for a while and said, "I'll draw it for you!"
Yan Han snorted, "Have you ever studied painting?"
Song Xiang blushed and said dullly: "No."
Yan Han kissed her, and while she was depressed, he quietly unbuttoned her cheongsam.
"I'll draw it for you this time. I'll teach you how to draw it later. Once you learn it, you can draw it for me again, okay?"
Song Xiang blinked, "You teach me how to draw?"
Yan Han: "You can learn whatever you want."
Song Xiang was obsessed with learning what he knew, which made him a little happy.
When I was distracted, my collar felt cold, and I realized that he had already started to take action.
"Severe cold!"
She turned over and struggled, but was held tightly in his arms.
The buttons on her upper body were unbuttoned, and he only had to pull gently to expose her back.
Song Xiang looked at the front and couldn't hide.
She put her chin on his shoulder and snorted, "Son of a bitch!"
Yan Han chuckled, telling her to scold her no matter what she wanted.
Men all have a bit of a bad taste, and this kind of marking behavior is particularly exciting.
"What do you want me to draw?"
Song Xiang said angrily: "Dog! Husky!"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, "It's not like I can't draw."
Song Xiang was shocked and turned to look at him, "How dare you!"
If you draw a dog's head on your body, you are a fool.
"Don't move, please. I'm going to start painting."
Song Xiang didn't know what he was going to draw, so she hugged his neck with one hand and didn't dare to move.
Hearing the sound of paint being opened one by one, he simply mixed the colors and traced on her back with a wet pen.
"itch--"
Yan Han kissed her ear and threatened: "Don't move. If the painting is crooked, I will punish you."
Song Xiang pursed his lips and refrained from speaking.
Afraid that he would really draw a dog, she would always look back, but she wouldn't see anything.
It was so quiet indoors, except for the sound of water dripping from the bamboo drain coming from the yard.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and did not dare to move.
About an hour later, I felt a slight warmth on my back.
"What are you doing again?"
"Don't move, it'll be fine soon."
When the heat sensation disappears, it's probably over.
She slowed down, half of her body was numb, and she felt the touch of his gentle kiss on her shoulder.