When he arrived at Aqiang's place, Sheng Chuncheng couldn't help but smile to himself. At the banquet, he was still refusing to drink. Unexpectedly, when he arrived here, Aqiang and Shanshan were drinking. They drank a lot, and they were both a little drunk.
, there was a mess on the coffee table.
When she heard the doorbell ringing, Shanshan stood up and walked to the door on catwalk. Without even looking, she pressed the door button. No one would come to this damn place at this time except the blind man.
She then opened the studio door and walked back.
Sheng Chuncheng entered the courtyard gate, turned around and closed the door. He held a blind cane in his hand and walked stomping inside. He went up the steps and walked in. Sheng Chuncheng stood there and saw two drinking men.
A drunk person.
Sheng Chuncheng turned around and closed the studio door.
He turned to look at Shanshan and said with a smile: "You are in very good condition now."
Shanshan giggled. As she walked, she took off her nightgown, walked to the table, picked up the perfume on the table, and sprayed it on herself.
Sheng Chuncheng had come a lot and got used to it. He no longer needed Shanshan's help. He walked to the clothes rack next to the counter, changed into his suit and beach shorts, put on his red scarf and a pair of flip-flops, and faced the counter.
Go up.
When Sheng Chuncheng saw Shanshan walking over, his face was flushed, his eyes wandered, and he looked a little confused. This look, Aqiang was right, was indeed a bit seductive.
When she got closer, Sheng Chuncheng smelled the smell of perfume mixed with alcohol, which was a bit pungent, and he couldn't help but frown.
Sheng Chuncheng was about to sit down when Shanshan grabbed his red scarf and pulled him over. Sheng Chuncheng looked at her, wondering what she was going to do. Shanshan laughed and untied the red scarf from his neck.
After tying it up again, he pressed his hands on Sheng Chuncheng's shoulders and asked him to sit down.
She turned around, sat down on Sheng Chuncheng's lap, turned sideways, and snuggled into Sheng Chuncheng's arms. When Sheng Chuncheng held her, he found that her body was hot.
Although the smell of alcohol mixed with the perfume was a bit unpleasant, Sheng Chuncheng was still teased as he held her hot body and looked at her confused, sleepwalking eyes.
Aqiang became even more excited and shouted: "Okay, okay, you two are in good shape today, great!"
Aqiang walked back and forth, staring at the two of them. From time to time, he would come to the stage to adjust their postures. His hands pushed Shanshan's back to make her chest closer.
Sheng Chuncheng and Shanshan seemed to be very happy to do this today, which made Sheng Chuncheng feel elated. His hand holding Shanshan tightened, and his hand holding her became more unrestrained.
Shanshan twisted her butt, looked at Sheng Chuncheng, and smiled softly.
Sheng Chuncheng shouldn't be blushing, but he blushed.
As time went by, Aqiang walked back and forth less and less. He stood there, using the brush and scraper alternately, completely immersed in his creation. When he moved around, he was not between the easel and the table.
Instead of walking around, he took a few steps away from the easel, squinted at the canvas for a while, and then walked closer to continue.
Occasionally, he just glanced at Sheng Chuncheng and the others.
When Aqiang is fully immersed in his creation, Sheng Chuncheng and Shanshan on the stage can relax, but they cannot stand up and leave, otherwise Aqiang will be furious, as if his full emotions were suddenly interrupted by them, and they sit there
, you don’t have to follow the original fixed posture exactly, just quickly return to the state when A Qiang looks at them.
Not only did Shanshan's whole body fall into Sheng Chuncheng's arms, but her head that was standing upright drooped down and pressed against Sheng Chuncheng's shoulders and neck. She breathed out into Sheng Chuncheng's neck, itching, and Sheng Chuncheng felt like she was
I was almost asleep, and I thought to myself, go to sleep, go to sleep, just sleep like this and don't wake up again, that would be great.
In the past, every time A Qiang painted for a period of time, which usually lasted no more than an hour, he would take a break and let Sheng Chuncheng massage him. Today, he was so excited that he didn't even know the passage of time. After an hour, he
He continued to draw, and after half an hour passed, he continued to draw.
Sheng Chuncheng didn't dare, didn't want to remind him, and couldn't bear it in his heart. He was still hoping that Aqiang wouldn't stop. As soon as Aqiang stopped, the hot body in his arms would be like a primary school student hearing the bell ringing.
, get up quickly and rush out of the classroom. She will rush to the sofa or table.
Sheng Chuncheng hugged her, feeling like he was almost melting from this hot body. How could he let go? Moreover, after a long absence, this body today no longer continued the lukewarmness and indifference of so many days.
Shanshan was almost dependent on him, which reminded Sheng Chuncheng of how much He Duagong relied on that aunt.
Thinking of this, the picture became a bit lewd, and it started to look dishonest, as if she was looking for something. Shanshan made a "hmm" sound and twisted her body, but she didn't stay away from it, but seemed to welcome it, which made her
Sheng Chuncheng's heart was beating wildly. He tried his best to control himself so that he didn't bend his head to kiss Shanshan.
He felt that he was not in the right state today, but rather out of shape. This harmful spirit in his arms, this goblin, was making him more and more out of control, but she seemed to be unaware of it. Sheng Chuncheng secretly looked at her through her sunglasses.
Aqiang was afraid of being discovered by him, but today Aqiang seemed to care more about them on the canvas than he cared about them on the stage.
This made Sheng Chuncheng relax a little.
Aqiang kept painting like this, and he kept painting for more than two hours. He suddenly made a "ha" sound, which sounded like a laugh and a cry, which startled Sheng Chuncheng.
He put down the pen in his hand and shouted: "I'm going to go swimming, will you go?"
Before the two people on the stage could answer, he shouted: "Love comes or not, haha, it's better not to come."
As he spoke, he walked towards the depths of the studio. Sheng Chuncheng watched his back. Before he could recover, he kicked open the small door and walked out. Then, there was a "bang" outside the door.
There was a loud noise, like a big stone falling into the pond.
The pond behind the studio has a bottom and walls made of cobblestones. It is about fifty or sixty square meters. It has two ditches and is connected to the Puyang River outside. The water body of this pond is equivalent to the Puyang River.
There are also fish in the pond. When people swim in it, they don't know whether they are playing with the fish or the fish playing with people.
Sheng Chuncheng sat there blankly, still holding the hot body in her arms. Shanshan didn't jump up from Sheng Chuncheng's body as usual when she got to work. She was still slumped.
In Sheng Chuncheng's arms.
After a while, Sheng Chuncheng felt as if a snail was crawling across his neck. After a while, he realized that it was Shanshan's tongue. Sheng Chuncheng froze there, not even daring to breathe.
Shanshan's mouth crawled to Sheng Chuncheng's ear and asked in a whisper: "Do you want it?"
Sheng Chuncheng was shocked and asked: "What?"
Shanshan smiled silently and her voice became clearer: "Do you want me?"
Then a pair of hot hands grasped the guy, and Sheng Chuncheng felt a rush of hot blood rushing to his forehead.