naked gl

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Breaking into a warm and bright home from a rainy night is like a robber breaking in, throwing everything on the side of the sofa.

Chen Jiao laughed loudly, her face was flushed after exercise, and she was as excited as an energetic child.

The same is true for Fang Qingwu, her panting has not yet calmed down, her reddish face, the curved eyebrows and the curved corners of her lips, she is looking at Chen Jiao with a pursed smile, with a serious look.

Running from the wet rain into a warm place, my body warmed up quickly.After seeing Fang Qingwu's bright eyes for a while, Chen Jiao felt her face was a little hot.

She noticed Fang Qingwu's schoolbag. Although the fabric of the schoolbag is waterproof, Fang Qingwu has been carefully protecting the bag in her arms.

Fang Qingwu opened the zipper of the schoolbag, but he didn't open all of it. He just opened a gap, reached in to check, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was not damp.

"What good things are you hiding?" Chen Jiao asked, while holding Fang Qingwu's shoulders, she pushed her into the bathroom with moderate strength, and directed, "You take a shower first."

Fang Qingwu stopped on tiptoe at the bathroom door, hesitated for a while, Chen Jiao was wiping her hair with a towel, seeing her shy look, she widened her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fang Qingwu bit her lip and said nothing, her raised eyes were as soft as water.Her whole body was drenched, as if she was hydrated.

Chen Jiao looked at the red cloud on Fang Qingwu's cheek, and suddenly realized that she couldn't let people come out naked.

Chen Jiao glanced at her amusedly: "I'll get it for you later."

"Thank you, Chen..."

"It's polite, just call me sister." Chen Jiao waved her hand, she didn't want to hear such an unfamiliar name come out of Fang Qingwu's mouth, besides, she felt that her name was very vulgar.

Fang Qingwu nodded, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed, Chen Jiao buried herself in the sofa pillow and giggled, her heart overflowing with joy as if she could throw her whole body up.She actually, really abducted Fang Qingwu... into her home.

When Fang Qingwu came out of the bathroom, Chen Jiao quickly went in to wash her wet body.

She picked out a beautiful purple nightgown, which looked as if it was hanging loosely on her body. The neckline was attractive, and the hanging belt around her waist was fluttering.

She was a little nervous, but still pretended to be calm.Going out sternly, he wanted to show off his proud sexiness, but his expression and footsteps unconsciously brought some dignity that he didn't usually have.

Fang Qingwu sat stiffly on the sofa like a wooden man, with his hands cramped on his knees.

Chen Jiao didn't know how to break the silence, so she took a book in accordance with the atmosphere, kicked off her slippers and lay down on the sofa.She is slender, with long legs stretched out, the length of the sofa is seriously insufficient, her ankles can only be lazily folded and rested on the armrest of the sofa.The nightgown slipped off, revealing a section of her thigh, which looked slippery and dripped with warm light.

Fang Qingwu sat across from the sofa, opened her schoolbag, took out a pencil case, a drawing board and a sketchbook.Then he took out a wooden pencil from the pencil case, and scratched the tip of the pen on the paper.

In fact, Chen Jiao didn't read much usually, but now she was just putting on a show with Fang Qingwu.She felt sleepy after reading a few lines, and her eyes were dizzy from the densely packed small characters under the light.

Chen Jiao couldn't help but glance at Fang Qingwu out of the corner of her eye.On the contrary, she painted seriously, holding the pen in her small fist, occasionally raised her head, stared at Chen Jiao pondering for a while as if in a daze, then lowered her face again.

Chen Jiao's literary and artistic young women couldn't continue to perform, so they simply lost their books and went to harass Fang Qingwu.

Fang Qingwu closed the notebook quickly with eyes and hands, vigilant as if guarding a big secret.

"You're painting me." Chen Jiao pressed Fang Qingwu's shoulder, her chin was light, and the corner of her mouth curled into a smile.

Fang Qingwu didn't deny it, she just held the notebook tightly and smiled shyly, her eyes shining brightly under the light.

Fool, what kind of picture is such a lively and lively person here?Chen Jiao was a little proud, but also a little unhappy.

"Show me the painting from last time"

Fang Qingwu took the bag and put it on his lap, and found the drawing paper at once. After some hesitation, he handed it to Chen Jiao seriously.

She rubbed her palms uneasily, buried her face, and said in a low voice, "It's still close."

The drawing paper is a little heavier than expected.Chen Jiao saw her naked body in the painting for the first time.Carefully drawn lines one stroke after another, carefully applied colors layer by layer, even the texture of the skin seems to be clearly visible.

Face, breasts, lower abdomen, buttocks, legs... The luster of the skin is blurred with the strokes.

Fang Qingwu kept his face down, flipping through the sketchbook in his hand seemingly casually, holding the paintbrush tightly in his hand.Chen Jiao knew that she was embarrassed.

Chen Jiao's fingertips lightly touched the thickly applied paint, and she couldn't help but wonder what Fang Qingwu was thinking when she was painting her chest and even more private places.

Chen Jiao's face was unusually hot, and she felt the slight sweat in her palms.

The woman in the painting, the dim light shrouded her shoulders and profile.Her eyes flicked lightly, and a smile flowed on her lips, as gentle and tender as a gurgling stream.

She suddenly didn't dare to look at the woman in the painting, and returned the painting to Fang Qingwu angrily, and praised absently: "The painting is very good."

Fang Qingwu gave a soft "um", and said to himself in a low voice: "There are still calves and feet, the color has not been finished yet, but the thread needs to be hooked again..."

Chen Jiao patted her face, she was a little dazed, so she looked like this at that time

She thought she was quick and decisive enough, but she didn't expect to be too late.

Chen Jiao glanced down and saw Fang Qingwu who was at a loss. Her ears turned red at some point, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

Fang Qingwu's shyness actually made Chen Jiao a lot more courageous.

She settled down, had an idea in her head, raised her eyebrows, and the smile on her lips immediately appeared unpredictable.

As soon as Fang Qingwu raised her face, Chen Jiao leaned down without warning, and moved close to her ear.

The soft and waxy voice, mixed with the wet breath, swayed lightly in the ears, like a well-designed seduction.

"Give you a chance, paint it now, do you want it?"