This woman is so beautiful. Sheng Chuncheng sat there, looking at her through his sunglasses. Not only did she have a beautiful face, she had a well-proportioned figure, and her skin was delicate and fair. Sheng Chuncheng felt that if she were lying on the massage bed, her hands would
When it slides over her skin, it will feel like sliding over porcelain.
Sheng Chuncheng couldn't believe it. What kind of parents could create such a perfect beauty? How did she survive in the past 20 years? She had been frozen there since she was born and was only opened today.
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Otherwise, how could she not have bumps and bruises in this world, how could she not have any scars or flaws on her body?
Sheng Chuncheng looked at this woman and thought of Xue'er. Sheng Chuncheng felt that this kind of beauty was different from Xue'er's beauty.
It has become rough and inelastic, but this woman should be in heaven, and nothing in the human world seems to be able to disturb her.
Aqiang stood there painting. He stared at the woman motionless for a while, then squinted his eyes and looked at her. From time to time, he passed by Sheng Chuncheng, walked to the front of the stage, leaned his head and stared at the woman.
Several times, he even walked up to the stage and put his eyes close to the woman, as if he was smelling her scent.
The woman was very professional. She stood there, keeping one movement and one smile, no matter what A Qiang looked at, even if he stared at his chest carefully, squatted down, and his nose almost touched her private parts, from bottom to top.
Looking at it from above, she was indifferent, showed no intention of avoiding him at all, and didn't even blush.
She knew that when A Qiang came closer and stared at her carefully, she was no longer a woman in his eyes.
She is just a part, an enlarged detail, a variety of relationships, the relationship between light and dark, color difference, color temperature, transition. So the more it is like this, the less she can move, she must let him see
Enough, I saw it in my mind and remembered it.
When he left her and walked back to the easel, she could breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, Aqiang seemed to relax, his face was no longer so serious and stiff, and he was no longer a painter.
Instead, he became an ordinary person, a man.
At this time, he was confident, his brain naturally controlled his brush, and painted freely on the canvas, and his eyes fell back to the human world, and he could appreciate the beauty in front of him.
Sheng Chuncheng saw that Aqiang's guy was always standing upright, and he was worried that if he walked around, he might accidentally bump into something and break the guy's bones.
When Aqiang passed by Sheng Chuncheng, he looked at him and said pity twice.
Sheng Chuncheng smiled and said, "Why is it such a pity?"
"It's a pity that you can't see how beautiful this woman is." Aqiang said, "I'm not good at Chinese and can't describe it, but I can draw it. It's a pity that you can't see it either.
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Sheng Chuncheng said in his heart, in fact, I can see that she is indeed beautiful, no, no, I can't say beautiful, I can only say beautiful.
Aqiang was painting and stopped the pen in his hand. He looked at the woman on the canvas and then at the woman sitting on the table. He sighed softly. He straightened up. The guy below was still there.
He straightened forward and muttered:
"This woman is so unbearable, so uncomfortable."
He then turned around and said to Sheng Chuncheng: "Brother, do you know, I want to fuck her every minute."
The woman giggled: "Come on, come on, it's not like I won't let you fuck me. I've been saying this every day for more than a fucking week without taking any action or touching me. How dare you
Just come and fuck."
Sheng Chuncheng couldn't help but frowned. He felt that these words should never have come out of this woman's mouth. Such a woman, with such moving lips, could only spit out orchids. How could she say such vulgar words? It was really a waste.
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Aqiang also frowned and said no, no, "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't. You don't know. I just want to draw like this with desire. I want to draw this desire. Don't you understand?"
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The woman snorted: "You're not good at that, are you? You're just a talker, and you've got a habit of talking."
Aqiang stretched out his hand and patted the guy: "Do you think I look good? Just wait. When I finish this piece of work, I will fuck you to death. Then you can see if I look good or not."
Aqiang sighed and said frustratedly: "However, when that time comes, we will be finished, and you will be finished too. I destroyed you with my own hands, my dear goddess."
The woman giggled and cursed: "It's so sour."
"Why are you so sore? It's unreasonable!"
Aqiang cursed, turned around and said to Sheng Chuncheng:
"Brother, you are also a man, have you ever felt like this?"
"How does it feel?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"That's right, how do I put it..." Aqiang thought for a while and continued to talk to Sheng Chuncheng: "When a man likes a woman, the end goal is to sleep with her, but in fact, if you really like a woman, you can't
The person who slept with her, really slept with her, how should I say, well, it was like a vase that suddenly broke, and you broke it with your own hands."
After Sheng Chuncheng didn't respond, the woman giggled and cursed: "You're so fucking mean-spirited. After all, we women are just flower vases in your eyes, right?"
"No, that's not what I mean." Aqiang said, "This is not concrete, but a feeling."
Sheng Chuncheng remained silent, but he felt that he understood Aqiang's words. He felt that he felt the same way in front of Xueer. He held it carefully and did not dare to break it, even if she was so close to him.
He could kiss her face at any time, but he still didn't dare. This kind of daring was not fear, but fear.
There is something sacred or even holy in fear, which makes you dare not defile it.
He felt that this was what Aqiang said. Going to bed was physical work, and the feeling he was talking about was at the spiritual level. Once it was broken, there was no way to recover it. Going to bed could be repeated over and over again. This was not the case at all.
Just two different things.
At this time, Sheng Chuncheng felt that he seemed to understand what Aqiang said about creating with desire. When he massaged Xueer, he was massaging with desire. If possible, he also hoped that he could be like
Aqiang was like this, massaging Xueer naked, suppressing his evil thoughts.
Sheng Chuncheng couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this. Both the woman and Aqiang looked at him, and the woman asked:
"Do you agree with his nonsense?"
Sheng Chuncheng smiled and said, "I don't know, I don't know. You and I are in two different worlds."
When he said this, there was a sense of pride in his heart. He felt that Xue'er was the only one in his heart. The two worlds he mentioned meant his world, which they could not decipher.
This woman should be said to be prettier and more beautiful than Xue'er, but if they both stood in front of him at this moment and asked him to choose, he would undoubtedly choose Xue'er without hesitation for a second.