mandatory agreement

"I don't like other people painting my naked body." Zhou Xing tried to make the last stop.

"You can take away my paintbrush and tear up my drawing paper, then I can't draw any more." Lu Zheng said while laughing.

"..." Zhou Xing couldn't do it.

"Don't worry too much. After I finished the painting, I will only keep it for myself to see, and I won't let others see this painting." Lu Zheng added unhurriedly.

Zhou Xing turned around and asked him, "You can draw quietly by yourself, why do you insist on me being the model?"

"I can draw your body, but I can't draw your demeanor," Lu Zheng continued to paint. "You should look good when you are shy."

Zhou Xing felt a bit shaken in his heart. He pinched his fingertips and said, "Draw slowly, I'm leaving."

"Can't you stay for me?" Lu Zheng asked casually.

Of course not.

Zhou Xing thought so in his heart, but he couldn't move on his feet. He was destined to go. In the short time we spent together, there was no need to refuse Lu Zheng so much.

"It's more or less blocked." Zhou Xing bit his lower lip and said softly.

"I'll take care of the painting, but I hope you don't wear any clothes, okay?"

Lu Zheng's attitude has also become less tough, even with a hint of supplication.

Zhou Xing was dizzy again, and when he woke up, he was already lying on the recliner, and he could only hear the slight sound of brushes across the paper.

Lu Zheng's hands were very fast, and he drew very quickly. Although he half-forced Zhou Xing to agree to be a model, he didn't say anything superfluous during the painting.

It was a bit exhausting to maintain a movement, and finally Zhou Xing took the initiative to ask: "Why don't we stop here for today's progress and continue tomorrow?"

"It's almost finished, are you tired?"

"It's okay, are you okay too?"

"fine."

After Lu Zheng said this, he bowed his head to draw again. His expression was too focused, as if he was completing a cherished work of art.

Zhou Xing's eyes moved slowly on Lu Zheng's body along the boundary between the setting sun and the shadow—he no longer felt ashamed, but looked forward to pressing the pause button at this moment. He wanted to be Lu Zheng's model, Watching him paint, he wants to spend time quietly with Lu Zheng

After finishing the last stroke, Lu Zheng put down the brush, stretched his waist, and said, "Come and see my painting."

Zhou Xing was barefoot and didn't even think about putting on clothes. He walked quickly to Lu Zheng's side, looked down, and gave his evaluation after a few seconds.

"You paint me beautifully."

Lu Zheng is not a full-time painter, but he is very sensitive to light, shadow and lines. He renders the background as countless petals, surrounding Zhou Xing's body, and the sensitive parts are decorated with red roses. The focus of the whole painting is not on eroticism. , On the contrary, it presents a healthy and sunny state.

"You are already beautiful." Lu Zheng lazily hung on Zhou Xing's body like a koala, "How about it, don't you regret letting me draw it?"

"……Um."

Zhou Xing naturally picked up Lu Zheng, and when he walked out of the room, he realized that he was wearing nothing like a pervert.

"What are you afraid of?" Lu Zheng saw through his thoughts at a glance, "Besides me and you, there is only one Sarah who is not human. I will wear it later."

"I suspect you are discriminating against me, but I have no proof."

As Sarah spoke, she commanded the robotic arm to deliver a bathrobe.

Zhou Xing shook Lu Zheng, hesitated for three seconds between briefly putting down Lu Zheng and taking off his clothes, and said, "Put it on later."

Zhou Xing carried Lu Zheng back to the bedroom, but he did not achieve the small goal of "putting on clothes in a while". Lu Zheng seemed to be a different person on the bed, and Zhou Xing's legs became weak after tossing, and finally he had to have dinner on the bed .

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The next day was a rainy day, a rainy day that Lu Zheng hated.

When he lived alone, he would often do something to torture the enemy and do some dark and treacherous activities on this day, but now he is living with Zhou Xing, so he should avoid it to some extent.

People who live in the sun and have not experienced hardships mostly prefer honest and gentle people. Lu Zheng knows what Zhou Xing likes about him.

Zhou Xing likes his politeness, gentleness and consideration, forbearance and restraint, and weakness and helplessness. In Zhou Xing's heart, he is a good person who has been implicated.

Under this premise, his desire for control, his eccentricities, and his cynicism are all understandable and tolerable, and Zhou Xing even feels self-blame.

Lu Zheng knew that Zhou Xing liked him, but what Zhou Xing liked was just an illusion deliberately fabricated by Lu Zheng.This kind of liking is like the moon in the water or the sand between the fingers, and it may disappear at any time.

Lu Zheng likes the feeling of being surrounded by love, but he will not indulge in it, nor will he try to change himself.

The familiar pain interrupted Lu Zheng's thoughts, and he couldn't bear it, he turned around directly, hugged Zhou Xing who was still asleep, and cried out for pain softly.

Zhou Xing woke up not long after, and his target was Lu Zheng, who was covered in sweat.He anxiously called Sarah's name, and even wanted to carry Lu Zheng to the hospital—fortunately, Sarah stopped him.

Sara hooped Lu Zheng on the treatment bed, and for the first time treated Mr. Lu under the watchful eyes of others.

Lu Zheng tried to persuade Zhou Xing to leave while he was still awake, but Zhou Xing refused. He moved a small chair and sat beside Lu Zheng, holding his hand tightly.

The parts where the fingers were clasped were soon flooded with sweat, and Zhou Xing's hand was shaking along with Lu Zheng's, until it was unclear whether it was Lu Zheng or Zhou Xing who was trembling.

Zhou Xing leaned down, kissed the back of Lu Zheng's hand, and said softly, "Carry it, it will be fine soon."

Lu Zheng returned a weak smile. With the injection of seventy-seven eighty-eight reagents, in addition to profuse sweating, his body temperature also fluctuated like a roller coaster. Sara was carrying out the diagnosis and treatment in an orderly manner, and Zhou Xing was always by his side. side.

"...how often does he have to undergo such a treatment."

"One or two times a month, but every cloudy and rainy day, his body will become weak. If the indicators are too poor, he needs to be treated again."

Zhou Xing took the towel and gently wiped Lu Zheng's cheeks. He asked, "Can he be cured?"

"I have no authority to tell you the answer to this question."

Knowing the answer, Zhou Xing asked again, "Will that damage his lifespan?"

"I have no authority to tell you the answer to this question."

Zhou Xing turned his head away, and after a long time, he said softly: "I shouldn't have provoked him..."