Shelf life love

Qi Lin's figure was reflected in the black floor-to-ceiling windows, which looked more like a painting than Ye Zhuohan's drawing at this time.

Ye Zhuohan's eyes fell on him for a long time, but his pen hardly moved.

"Brother." Qi Lin held the yellowed drawing paper in his hand, "You draw. Our models are very tired from posing."

He purposely took the pose that Ye Zhuohan imagined ten years ago according to the drawing paper. The only difference is that Ye Zhuohan covered him with a small blanket back then, but now he doesn't have that obstructive blanket on his waist.

"I..." Ye Zhuohan's throat felt a little dry.

People are really animals that are easily dominated by desire. Even if they did such an intimate thing not long ago, now seeing their beloved seduce themselves, a certain part of the body will inevitably ignite again.

Qi Lin looked straight at Ye Zhuohan, "Where did I get it wrong?"

Ye Zhuohan said dryly, "No blanket."

Qi Lin gasped with a smile.

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

"Why do you need a blanket?" Qi Lin didn't mind Ye Zhuohan looking at him.Not to mention that they had already had a relationship now, but in the past, when he was still a teenager, he secretly thought about Ye Zhuohan, Xiao thought about doing such a thing with Ye Zhuohan.

It's just not enough time.

"Aren't you going to follow that painting?" Ye Zhuohan said, "The blanket is part of the model's pose."

Qi Lin didn't follow suit, "Hot."

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

"When you first painted it was autumn, and when winter was about to enter, now it's summer, brother." Qi Lin said with reason: "Who still covers a small blanket in summer?"

After saying this, Qi Lin saw Ye Zhuohan's chest heaving and falling.

But, I'm holding my breath.

Qi Lin couldn't help laughing.

Ye Zhuohan withdrew his gaze and continued to make a draft on the drawing board.

In the huge study room, there was the sound of "rustling" the pen sweeping across the paper.

When Ye Zhuohan was concentrating, his lips would be slightly pursed.His lips were already thin, but when he licked them, they looked as thin as a blade, with a bit of sharpness, which made people dare not approach him.

But this kind of fierceness obviously can't deter a certain "proud" model.

Qi Lin kept staring at Ye Zhuohan without losing his eyes. After calming down for a while, he couldn't hold back anymore, "Brother."

Ye Zhuohan looked at the drawing board, "Huh?"

"When you painted me, you covered me with a blanket because you were embarrassed?"

Ye Zhuohan paused, and his eyes came over.

Qi Lin was inexplicably nervous.

Ye Zhuohan: "I'm not sorry."

Qi Lin asked: "That's because..."

"I have not seen."

"Uh……"

Ye Zhuohan shifted his gaze to a place he hadn't seen before, and didn't look away for a long time.

Qi Lin felt as if it was being roasted by fire, and suddenly felt that he had miscalculated.

He was the one who deliberately seduced people, and he was also the one who got into embarrassment.Why did he forget that he was no longer Ye Zhuohan's opponent, and in the countless fights after marriage, which one did Ye Zhuohan win a big victory?

He moved his legs, trying to cover important parts.

Ye Zhuohan said, "The model cannot move."

Qi Lin put his legs back in aggrieved manner.

Ye Zhuohan's appearance at this time has the meaning of aloofness and confinement.Seeing Qi Lin slumped, he let out a happy snort, "I haven't seen it before, so I can only use a blanket to perfuse it. Now that I see it, I will naturally draw it as realistically as possible."

Qi Linxao blushed, "Then you, then you can draw."

Ye Zhuohan laughed again, Qi Lin's back was numb, "Brother, do you want to discuss it?"

Ye Zhuohan said lazily, "Huh?"

"Look elsewhere when you've read enough." Qi Linxao said with downcast eyes, "Don't keep staring at me."

Look again, just, there is going to be a reaction!

Although he didn't say the last sentence, Ye Zhuohan could see it from his expression, and replied lightly: "If there is a reaction, then I will draw it for you. Didn't I just say it, I will try my best to be realistic .”

Qi Lin patted his forehead, "Woooo..."

Ye Zhuohan smiled and said, "Don't move around."

Qi Lin looked at him in shame and indignation, "Qilin is shameless, order, jpg"

It took a lot of time to sketch a portrait, and it was already late at night when the painting was almost finished.

But Qi Lin didn't feel that the time was hard at all.

Except that at the beginning, he and Ye Zhuohan made jokes for a while, and then they each quietly acted as models and painters.

Ye Zhuohan sometimes observed him, sometimes turned his eyes to the drawing board, but he stared at Ye Zhuohan from beginning to end.

Just watching so silently, he can feel an indescribable happiness.

Staying with Ye Zhuohan like this, looking at Ye Zhuohan shamelessly, and never being separated again - for him who was locked in Ge Weinan's laboratory, this is simply the most extravagant dream, even if it is a star, I am afraid It couldn't be done for him either.

But Ye Zhuohan made it happen for him.

Maybe when he was on the roof of the research room, whispering to the stars, Ye Zhuohan was standing alone on the balcony of the small building in Ye's house, looking at the stars with an astronomical telescope.

It was not the stars who heard his wish, but Ye Zhuohan, his "star".

Ye Zhuohan put down his pen, "The drawing is finished."

Qi Lin quickly jumped up, "Let me see, let me see!"

If the painting ten years ago is [-]% similar to him now, the current one is only [-]% similar.

Qi Lin's forehead twitched lightly, holding back a painful smile.

Ye Zhuohan looked at him quietly.

"Brother, you actually draw very well. After all, you haven't drawn for a long time." Qi Lin racked his brains to praise, "Look at your proportions, you can see that you have excellent observation skills, and your pair The detailed depiction of the muscles shows that the basic skills are very solid, and you..."

As he said that, Qi Lin noticed a certain private part of "myself".

Ye Zhuo snorted coldly.

"You..." Qi Lin got stuck.

How can this be boasted?

Ten years ago, the "self" was covered with a small blanket. Although he didn't wear clothes, he looked pure and beautiful. Now the "self" does not have a small blanket, and it looks particularly "respectable".

Ye Zhuohan flicked Qi Lin's forehead lightly, "Why don't you speak?"

Qi Lin thought, what should I say?Do I boast that I am big?

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"I drew your 'reaction'." Ye Zhuohan smiled, "It's sketching after all."

Qi Lin squatted on the ground and hugged his arm, "Brother, you are enough."

Ye Zhuohan kicked his ass, "Go and put on your clothes."

Qi Lin only put on his trousers, and when he turned around, he saw that Ye Zhuohan had already taken the painting off the drawing board.

The new paintings are spread out on the desk with the old ones, in completely different colors and styles.

The two looked at them quietly, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Suddenly, Qi Lin stretched out his hand, grabbed Ye Zhuohan, and clenched it tightly.

This new painting many years later, in terms of painting skills, is an obvious regression, but it is like a needle and thread, mending the missing piece to make it smooth.

Ye Zhuohan pulled Qi Lin into his arms, before Qi Lin could react, his breath was taken by his beloved, and then he was hugged.

"Ah..." Unexpectedly weightless, Qi Lin cried out.Ye Zhuohan's eyes were filled with tumbling tides, he was about to be involved in it, so how could he not know what Ye Zhuohan wanted to do to him.

"Wait a minute!" he shouted, unaware that there was a hint of refusal in his tone, "Didn't we just do it?"

Ye Zhuohan hugged him—or it is more appropriate to use the word "carrying"—and walked towards the bedroom, "But you seduced me."

"I'm just a model for you!" You're really bad at drawing!

Ye Zhuohan: "Don't you know what happens to models?"

Qi Lin: "..."

What the fuck is this domineering president's declaration?

The mountain villa is suitable for watching the stars. After finishing the work, Qi Lin put on his nightgown and stood on the balcony with Ye Zhuohan.

But even if it is not in the city center, it is still the capital, and it is impossible to see the magnificent Milky Way seen on the star-studded beach.

Qi Lin raised his head and said softly: "Should I not ask you to draw the Milky Way veil again?"

After all, your painting skills are poor now, and your sketches are only five-point images. It is even more impossible to draw a starry sky that requires a high sense of color and creativity.

A while ago, when he was awakened from memory, Qi Lin had already learned that Ye Zhuohan painted his veil for him.

In the summer of that year, Ye Zhuohan drew the prototype of the veil at Xingxu Beach.

Later, on the night that Cui Yi ran into them, Ye Zhuohan finished the veil and gave it to him.

And he didn't receive it.

His mother sent Ye Zhuohan a very ordinary but cruel message in his name - "Don't draw this kind of thing again."

After he left, Ye Zhuohan drew and destroyed countless sheets.

Now, not a single painting is left.

He was extremely regretful and hated that time could not be turned back.

He wanted to see with his own eyes the veil that Ye Zhuohan painted for him.

Obviously he said that the Milky Way on the beach of stars is like a romantic and beautiful wedding dress, but he never wrote it.It was Ye Zhuohan who drew the stars on the paper.

Ye Zhuohan also raised his head, perhaps looking at the same star as Qi Lin.

"I've forgotten how to color."

Qi Lin sighed inaudibly.

"But you've actually seen it before." Ye Zhuohan's voice was warm and mellow, like the lake water under the moonlight at this time.

Qi Lin was slightly startled, "Have you seen it?"

He immediately recalled that he had never seen Ye Zhuohan's painting of the veil.

Ye Zhuohan turned around, his eyes were so gentle and sincere, "Do you still remember the day when the wedding photo was taken?"

After Qi Lin was surprised for a short time, his pupils flickered in surprise, "Yes..."

His marriage with Ye Zhuohan was like a joke for a long time.He was asked to marry by "Mr. Ye" whom he had never met, but after he refused, he was matched together by AI—even though Ye Zhuohan has now admitted that the country's AI system is provided with big data by Le Ting, and his information was entered into the system. Locked, so that he cannot be matched with anyone through normal channels.After that, he met Ye Zhuohan and immediately entered the marriage process.

When taking wedding photos, Ye Zhuohan prepared twelve sets of dresses for him, including a wedding dress and a cheongsam.

He didn't pay attention to the wedding dress and cheongsam at all.

Obviously, the existence of cheongsam just makes the wedding dress less obtrusive.

His voice was trembling, "That wedding dress is actually..."

"The starry sky wedding dress you want." Ye Zhuohan supported his face with one hand, and the wind blew from the nearby woods, "I made the painting into a wedding dress."