If the reminder fails, you will be teased

Looking at his annoyed back, Qiao Wei threw out the last crit with a smile: "Do you like Tanmei?"

Luo Wangshu: "..."

No, not like that, he could explain.

"...No." Luo Wangshu subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look at him, but was really embarrassed to look at Qiao Wei's photo at this time, so he had to turn his head back again.

This is obviously his embarrassing reaction, but this look of wanting to turn around but not daring to turn around seems a bit guilty in the eyes of others.

"It's just helping others to draw characters." Luo Wangshu put his fingertips on the keyboard, replied to the other party, and agreed to the request. "...I haven't read her novel, so I can't grasp it well."

The flowering wood soon sent a new voice, Luo Wangshu thought she wanted to thank her, so she clicked on it without thinking too much.

"Xiao Gong is tough on the surface, but in fact he is very worried that Xiao Shou will push him away. He is a little nervous in his domineering, and he is still struggling with lust in his heart. There is also Xiao Shou's expression. The setting in my article is that Xiao Shou is actually the same I like Xiao Gong." There was some noise on her side, probably outside.

Luo Wangshu's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to turn off the sound immediately.

It's just that the browser below was open and suddenly reported an error at this time, and directly covered the chat window.

"Although I felt scared when I was forced to take off my clothes, it didn't reach the level of horror. There was nervousness and shyness in the surprise, and I could have a little bit of expectation! Because...it's... just to say no! I want to have more physical contact with Xiaogong, probably because of this!"

Luo Wangshu: "..."

Qiao Wei: "..."

He really wanted to die.

Luo Wangshu didn't dare to look at Qiao Wei's face anymore.

"Can I see what you drew?" Qiao Wei exhaled and moved closer to him.

"No!" Luo Wangshu immediately put the drawing board on the keyboard, and moved forward with the computer in his arms. "You should go back to sleep."

"The old man can't fall asleep if he goes to bed too early." Qiao Wei directly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him towards her with moderate strength.It will neither make Luo Wangshu lose his balance, nor let the other party get away from him smoothly. "Since you keep calling me uncle, I have an obligation to care about your spiritual world."

"No need!" Luo Wangshu twisted his shoulder twice but didn't turn it away, and freed up a hand to break it off, but he couldn't break it off either, so he had to turn around and stare at him, and turned back. "Why are you so curious? Don't tell me you're still interested in danmei as a straight man?"

It was not the first time he had seen the details of the flowering wood hair. Luo Wangshu was really embarrassed at first, but after such a long time, he was able to be as calm as water and as immobile as a mountain. .

It's just that there is suddenly an additional observer like Qiao Wei by his side today, Luo Wangshu just feels ashamed and flustered.

Qiao Wei looked at the small earlobe smeared with thin red, thinking that the little guy has drawn a lot of these things in recent years, and the hotness that was just vented tonight has a tendency to come back again.

"Have you ever heard of 'A Hundred Flowers Bloom, A Hundred Schools of Thought Contend'," Qiao Wei lowered her gaze, and raised her eyes again with a smile after regaining her composure. "It's also about feelings worthy of people's heartfelt blessings. What's the difference between Danmei and other novels?"

Luo Wangshu: "..."

It makes sense.

"Then just read the novel." Even though he couldn't break free from the other party's shackles, Luo Wangshu still didn't give up resistance, and vowed to guard the computer in his arms. "I'll tell you the name of the novel, and you can search for it yourself."

"Also," Qiao Wei gave him a "I haven't finished" look, and continued following his own words. "What you said just now is that straight men are still interested in Tanmei."

He deliberately cut off the words related to himself in front of the sentence, and naturally replaced the subject with the majority of straight men.

"That is to say, from your point of view," Qiao Wei deepened his smile, and lightly twirled the shoulder with his fingertips. "People who are interested in danmei are not straight men."

Qiao Wei's two sentences have almost the same meaning, but the way of expression is changed, and the speed of speech is more than doubled every time the key part is mentioned.

Luo Wangshu mainly focused on competing with Qiao Wei. After hearing this, he couldn't react immediately. He turned his head a little dazed, and looked at Qiao Wei with big bright and clean eyes. He blinked twice. There was a wave of pure bewilderment.

Looking into Qiao Wei's eyes, Qiao Wei's heart suddenly seemed to have a soft pink paw, and it stirred slightly with the breathing frequency of the other party.

The teasing made him unbearable both physically and mentally.

Qiao Wei watched the little white rabbit's facial expression turn from bewildered to rigid, followed by a color of shame and anger slowly dyed on his face.

"...I'm a straight man!" Luo Wangshu lowered his eyes, fixed his eyes on the middle of Qiao Wei's collarbone, and said firmly. "It's not that I'm interested in Tanmei, it's just that some friends asked me to help at the beginning... Later, there were more people."

Luo Wangshu joined the school's freshman group after receiving the admission notice from the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He only greeted in the group, and did not join the chat as often as other activists.

One of the freshmen from another hospital joined the group late. At that time, the group was full of enthusiasm for the first two days. After asking two questions for a long time, no one answered, which was a bit embarrassing.

Luo Wangshu happened to see it and helped him out, and the other party took the initiative to add Luo Wangshu's friend. After a few chats, they found that the two hit it off in terms of personality.

The consequence of this hit-it-all is not only that the other party became one of Luo Wangshu's friends after school started, but also that Luo Wangshu unconditionally supported the other party's pursuit of a little girl he met on the forum.

My friend likes her, even if the little girl is a high-ranking rotten girl with deep qualifications. I heard the other party complain that there is too little dog food about my favorite CP on the Internet.

He can't draw by himself, but Luo Wangshu is an outstanding student in the school who is highly appreciated by his tutors.

Without hesitation, he dragged Luo Wangshu, who likes Two-dimensional, over, watched him grimly draw a picture of a fanciful fan, and then watched him post it on Weibo, and then happily posted it Share the link with the girl.

...So Luo Wangshu's private message on Weibo added some more lists related to danmei themes. He begged again and again, but he couldn't bear to refuse, and it was out of control from then on.

Luo Wangshu couldn't help but sighed lightly, thinking about it still hurts a bit.

He has always been serious about painting, no matter what the subject matter is, since someone directly pointed out the inadequacies in the painting this time, he has no choice but to correct it.

"I know you're a straight man." Qiao Wei looked at his slightly wrinkled eyebrows, and couldn't help but want to rub them away. He raised his hands halfway and was afraid that he would be frightened by abruptness, so he turned to cover the top of his hair, and followed He stroked his hair lightly twice. "What are you worrying about, you have a sad face."

Luo Wangshu saw that he was no longer obsessed with looking at his paintings, and his body muscles relaxed, and he put the computer back in front of him.

Losing all face, I simply learned from professional writers: "I understand being shocked and ashamed, and I also know what it means to welcome back if I want to refuse."

"...Why am I a little confused when I put this on a man?" He paused and looked at Qiao Wei. "And... that inner struggle."

It's not that Luo Wangshu hasn't watched educational films and indescribable novels, but those are all taken off his pants, so it doesn't show any inner struggle.

It may be that those films and texts are too rough and shoddy. For some reason, the entanglement between men and women on the bed always gives him an...unspeakable sense of resistance, so he doesn't have much contact with similar resources.

If you understand a lot of things, you can understand them, but you just don’t want to take the initiative to contact them anymore.

What's more, Danmei novels are the interaction between two men, and he vaguely thinks that it is inappropriate to put the changes in the expressions of men to women on the matter of men to men.

In fact, this scene was not as simple and rough as Qiao Wei imagined. It was just a slight edge, and the recipient only showed half of his upper body.

Although Luo Wangshu had painted Tanmei before, they were all in the absolute Qingshui style. This time, it was also because the flowering wood kept grinding him, and it was the first time that he was a special case.

Firstly, he has never read Tanmei novels, and secondly, he has never read Danmei comics, so Luo Wangshu really lost the point.

Qiao Wei bent his eyes and just looked at him without speaking.

"Did you ever write about such a plot when you wrote the book?" Luo Wangshu turned to face him.

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Wei replied: "No."

He didn't even bat an eye, didn't seem to spend time thinking about the memory.

Luo Wangshu continued to ask unwillingly: "There is no emotional interaction between the hero and heroine? Something similar will do."

"No." Qiao Wei still said the same two words.

His novels have always focused on the development of the plot, there are not many emotional clues, and there are few female characters. How could he have written similar plots.

The hope in Luo Wangshu's eyes immediately dimmed, and he turned his gaze back to the computer screen in disappointment, causing Qiao Wei's heart to twitch violently.

"...Can you stop looking at me?" Luo Wangshu saved the progress of the previous drawing, found the corresponding folder, and was about to select the one that needs to be modified, when he suddenly thought that there was still a pair of eyes behind him still watching Looking at yourself, stop clicking the mouse immediately.

Qiao Wei glanced at the computer screen and looked at him again: "Do you know how to modify it?"

"I don't know now, let's revise it first." Luo Wangshu planned to ask Mu Mu directly for a fragment of the original text to read, and if it didn't work, he would find a similar work to study.

Luo Wangshu can already imagine the tone of the original text just for the picture that needs to be shown in the picture.He made a resolution comparable to breaking the boat, but the premise is that there is no one around, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Qiao Wei clearly had a panoramic view of the flickering light in the opponent's eyes.

The dense and curled eyelashes fanned down as Luo Wangshu lowered his gaze, as if a gust of wind had blown up, pouring into Qiao Wei's chest cavity, and the air that was brought in made that heart start to liven .

He frowned slightly, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed. Because of the dark decision, he showed a bit of embarrassment, and was caught by the light above his head, which was particularly eye-catching.

Qiao Wei couldn't help slowing down his breathing, his gaze rose in temperature with his heartbeat, and gradually evolved into a materialized direction.

"If you don't know how to modify it, you might know it after seeing it with your own eyes."

In order to carefully read the fragments of the original text, Luo Wangshu was lowering his eyes, trying to make the final psychological construction, when a low, magnetic and slightly hoarse male voice suddenly came from his ear.

He froze for a moment, before he could turn his head, an irresistible force suddenly fell on his shoulders, without giving him a chance to react, he directly held him, and pressed him to the bed rudely and gently.

The scene in front of me suddenly blurred, and then the touch felt in the back of the head was not the coolness and crispness of the bamboo mat, but a warmth and softness.

Luo Wangshu was caught off guard, this sudden change caused him to open his eyes slightly, looking at the face close to his eyes in surprise.

At this moment, Qiao Wei was already on top of him, supporting the back of his head with one hand, and slightly lifting his chin with the other. The pad of her thumb gently rubbed the skin under his lips, like a lover's whisper.

Probably because of the backlight, those rare gray eyes were a few degrees darker than usual, the focus of sight was on his face, the substantive gaze made Luo Wangshu feel like he had been stripped naked by this man and pushed him to the ground. On the bed, it's the same with the eyes lightly.

Luo Wangshu's lips trembled, his face and neck suddenly turned red.

The author has something to say: Well, Qiao Liao will not do anything messy now. Although he is an old virgin with many years of innocence, he still knows how to behave.