3 shaku

Xia Yubing moved her throat, she leaned against Nan Sang's shoulder, and said with some difficulty: "It's... not bad."

"Really?" Nan Sang raised her tone slightly: "Take off all your clothes."

"No." Before Xia Yubing could react, Nan Sang had already stripped her down to a pair of panties.

She held Xia Yubing's clothes in her hands, and looked at the almost naked person under her with a half-smile.

Xia Yubing put his hands on his chest, his eyes were red, and his long hair was scattered on the pillow: "You return the clothes to me."

"I don't want it." Nan Sang rolled up her clothes and casually threw them aside. Her fingertips brushed against Xia Yubing's round shoulders, and finally raised her chin. She looked down at her: "What are you blocking?"

Xia Yubing's expression changed slightly, she grabbed Nan Sang's hand, and the touch was as warm as jade.

Several buttons of Nan Sang's shirt were unbuttoned. From her perspective, she could see Nan Sang's exquisite collarbone and snow-white chest, not to mention the warmth that spread to her lower abdomen through a layer of fabric. , how dry the mouth is.

Xia Yubing took a breath, and her breathing became heavier.

"Pa—" The drawing book fell to the ground.

Nan Sang was taken aback, Xia Yubing turned over and pressed her on top of her, pinning her down with fierce eyes.

Nan Sang was not afraid of her either, and nodded to her heart, smiling provocatively: "They're all girls, why are you ashamed?"

Her heart was burning, Xia Yubing covered her mouth, and said in a helpless tone, "Hey, stop making trouble and go to bed."

She rolled out of bed to pick up the scattered clothes. Nan Sang leaned on the head of the bed, looked at her beautiful back passing by, and smiled wantonly.

This elder sister is not being teased. Next time, she won't keep a single piece of clothing for her.

When Xia Yubing put on her clothes, Nan Sang yawned: "Are you going to keep busy or sleep with me?"

Xia Yubing hesitated for a moment, then lifted the quilt and hugged her: "Sleep with you first."

Nan Sang gave a "tsk", not to accompany her, it was obvious that someone wanted to hug her, especially every time after taking a bath, Xia Yubing wanted to grow on her body, she didn't know why Xia Yubing would hug her so much.

She buried her head in Xia Yubing's arms, in a gesture full of dependence: "Sister, good night."

Xia Yubing patted her on the back like coaxing a child: "Good night."

Half an hour later, Xia Yubing woke up cautiously, preparing to make up for tonight's painting.

The long hair hangs down, blocking most of the light, a drop of water slips from the slender neck into the depths of the collar, the straight collarbone is a swan neck, and then a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, smiling before saying anything.

The person on the white paper looked like a peach blossom demon, and would break out of the paper at any moment and pounce on her.

It wasn't until the last stroke of the painting that Xia Yubing realized that what she had painted was Nan Sang who was sitting on her just now. She had painted Nan Sang more than once, with various poses and backgrounds.

But this one is different, it is dyed with subtle lust/desire.

She is like a shady thief, stealing the most charming beauty in the world.

Xia Yubing's fingers were trembling, she tore off this page, and then locked it in the cabinet, took a deep breath, and stabilized her heartbeat, she picked up the brush again, and began to draw the content specified by the teacher, but this time, she was obviously absent-minded.

After that night.

The pen in her hand became uncontrollable.

Nansang, sneaking into one charming dream after another.

The author has something to say: charming dreams =? ? ? ? (laugh)