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The sunlight outside was warm and bright. A few rays of light still stubbornly penetrated into the house through the gaps in the window, making the light in the studio suddenly become hazy.

Despite this, the dim light made it difficult for people inside the house to see things clearly.

Chu Yun seemed to have painted a bouquet of flowers here before. There were many flowers scattered in the corners. Although their colors were difficult to distinguish in the dim light, their fragrance spread in the air, filling the entire studio with the scent of flowers.

Now, because his vision was restricted, Mo Heng's other senses became unusually sensitive, and the fragrance of the flowers seemed to become even stronger, as if it could penetrate into every cell of his body.

He sat on the sofa, which was too soft to support his body well. He felt as if he was in a weightless environment, and his whole body became light.

The boy always liked to drag his slippers when he walked. His hearing was sharper than that of ordinary people, so he could clearly hear the "tapping, tapping" sound of slippers. The sound came from far away and slowly stopped beside him.

The scent of the snow lotus grew stronger and stronger, instantly covering up the scent of other flowers and occupying his nostrils.

"Don't you need to turn on the light?" Mo Heng asked softly, feeling the warm touch on his shoulder.

At this time, he didn't realize what would happen next.

The young man chuckled softly, his fingers sliding down Mo Heng's clothes, his lips close to Mo Heng's ear: "No need, Ah Heng, just take off your clothes."

Mo Heng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but then he realized something because of Chu Yun's actions. In the dark, he held Chu Yun's hand and said, "Being a nude model will cost extra, little painter."

Perhaps because the light around was too dim, Mo Heng's voice unconsciously became low. He whispered in the little painter's ear, trying to resist.

At this time, Mo Heng's shirt was half taken off, and Chu Jun was a little unhappy. How could a model give orders to his employer?

Chu Yun pushed the disobedient "little model" who was asking for a higher price onto the sofa and pretended to be tough, saying, "I never said I wanted to paint on the canvas. Do you think you can leave this studio once you enter it?"

The "little model" was "frightened" and felt that his reputation was probably in jeopardy today. He gently squeezed the boy's soft hand and apologized softly: "I'm wrong, Mr. Painter, can you be a little gentler when painting?"

As he spoke, a hand slowly reached towards Chu Yun's waist.

However, his apology did not satisfy Mr. Painter, and soon after, he groaned because of Chu Jun's hand movements.

"My time is precious, don't challenge my patience." Mr. Painter said in Mo Heng's ear. The warm air flow brushed across Mo Heng's ears, making him even more excited.

"Well... yes." Mo Heng said "bearing the humiliation".

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"Wang?"

After all, Juanjuan is a pure-blooded German Shepherd. As an all-round shepherd dog, his hearing is naturally very sharp.

It noticed that there seemed to be voices of its owner and little master coming from the room upstairs, and it felt very curious.

Moreover, there seemed to be a faint whimpering sound. The dog, who was full of justice, first reacted by wondering if his owner was in danger. He ran to the door and grabbed the door handle, wanting to check on his owner.

However, Xiao Hei is already a veteran with enough experience in this area, and is no longer surprised by the noise coming from upstairs.

It knew that if it and Juanjuan went up to disturb Chu Jun at this time, their master's partner would hold a grudge against them.

And with that guy by the master's side, the master will not be in danger.

"Woof!" 'It's okay, let's continue playing!' Xiao Hei comforted Juan Juan, who was getting increasingly impatient about whether or not to open the door.

"Woof?" "But I seemed to hear the little master crying." Juanjuan was still lingering by the door.

"Woof." 'You'll be fine as long as your master is here. He will comfort you.'

"Woof~" 'Okay~'

Juanjuan finally decided to trust her master.

The sound continued intermittently throughout the afternoon, and then gradually quieted down.

On a quiet night, Juanjuan heard footsteps coming down the stairs at the door. Thinking that his master was coming to pick him up, he pricked up his ears and waited at the door.

However, the footsteps only passed the door and went further away.

Faintly, he could still hear his master's voice saying, "Be good, the painting isn't finished yet... I won't charge you any money. This is the last time."

The simple Juanjuan didn't understand all this, he only knew that it was dark outside, and thought to himself: "I should stay at the little master's house tonight, and I can go out and have fun tomorrow morning."

As an experienced worker, Xiao Hei couldn't bear to disappoint Juanjuan. In fact, there was a high probability that they would not be able to see their two masters tomorrow morning.

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"Wow, my waist hurts, it's all your fault, woooo." The next day, Chu Jun woke up, and his first reaction after opening his eyes was to cry, accusing the man who was massaging his waist.

Mo Heng had just finished taking a shower and hadn't had time to blow dry his hair when he heard the little painter sobbing and hurried back to the bedroom.

In order to prevent his bangs from dripping, he combed his hair into a slicked back style, revealing his three-dimensional facial features.

The face, which was no less gentle than a model's, was now extremely gentle. Mo Heng's bony fingers gently kneaded the boy's delicate skin, coaxing him, "I was wrong, baby. Be gentler next time."

"I don't want it to happen next time. It hurts, wuwuwu." Chu Jun didn't appreciate it. She buried her head under the pillow and didn't listen to the man's lies.

"What do you mean, be gentler next time? You'll only torment me more next time." Chu Jun firmly refused to believe it.

Mo Heng looked at the blue hand mark on Chu Jun's waist and knew that he had indeed gone too far yesterday. His thin lips moved up along the lines of the mark, pecking at Chu Jun's skin and kissing the back of Chu Jun's neck.

Because of Mo Heng's actions, his cool hair brushed slightly against Chu Yun's back, causing the young man's body to tremble unconsciously.

The man pecked Chu Jun's ear lightly, his voice like a low cello, coaxing gently: "Baby, do you want to see the painting on my body? I painted for a long time yesterday."

As he spoke, Mo Heng took the pillow off Chu Jun's head, pulled him into his arms, and patted his back.

Chu Jun opened one eye, indeed curious about the status of his painting. He happened to catch a glimpse of the marks on Mo Heng's body and was immediately surprised.

Perhaps because he stayed indoors all year round, Mo Heng's skin was relatively fair, but he worked out regularly so his body didn't look bony or weak.

The muscle lines on Mo Heng's body are very attractive, especially his eight-pack abs, which are Chu Jun's favorite.

However, Chu Yun's "painting" on Mo Heng yesterday was mostly concentrated on the chest and back, where Chu Yun could easily reach. The "flower" marks made with continuous brushstrokes were also mostly on the shoulders and neck, which seemed to indicate that the painter had been working in a hurry yesterday.

Of course, this may also be the painter's creative style.

"Are his nails and teeth so sharp..." Chu Jun looked at the marks on Mo Heng's body, some of which were even bleeding, and felt that he seemed to have gone too far.

Mo Heng pointed at his surviving left shoulder and looked at Chu Jun expectantly: "I think there's still something missing here, what do you think?"

Where can I find a model to guide the painter in painting?

Chu Jun was very unconvinced, but he did not hesitate to bite Mo Heng's shoulder.