naked gl

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The sound like a thin thread just passed through the eardrum and penetrated into the head, causing chaos. Only the clear sound echoed continuously, which was extremely tempting.

Fang Qingwu looked completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at Chen Jiao's eyes.In the past, Fang Qingwu would hide from each other even looking at each other.

Chen Jiao also had her heart hanging, observing Fang Qingwu's expression boldly and cautiously.

She didn't wait for a response, Fang Qingwu just pursed her lips, unable to make a sound.

Chen Jiao grabbed her hand and put it on the lapel of her nightgown, her eyes were warm and direct, like silent encouragement, as long as she used a little effort, she could take it off.

Fang Qingwu's eyes drifted down, stopped at the position where the fingertips were, and then held his breath.The hem of the nightgown with light patterns, against which the two touches of white flowers are round, brightly falls into the eyes, making people slightly dizzy.

Chen Jiao's hand was very warm, just enough to soothe her nervousness and trembling.The fingertips could touch the skin on her chest, with some elastic softness.

Fang Qingwu knew that the rest of the content did not need a model to complete.

"Okay..." Her voice was buzzing.

Fang Qingwu felt a little guilty, because she took Chen Jiao's kindness as an unspeakable temptation, and she couldn't resist this kind of temptation, preferring to swallow the truth.

She looked like a child who hadn't learned to lie, her face was so irritable that she almost wanted to lower her head to the ground.

Fang Qingwu's hands were soft all the time, without using any force.

After hearing the "OK", Chen Jiao suddenly felt that she couldn't take it off.

Her face was a little hot, and her body was a little hot, but she wasn't sure if she blushed.

Fang Qingwu taught her to be embarrassed.

Things have been done in half, can not advance, can not retreat.The air seemed to freeze, like two wooden stakes facing each other, Chen Jiao suddenly didn't dare to look into Fang Qingwu's eyes, her heart was beating like a drum, and she was so nervous that she stiffened.

She coughed twice to break the stalemate, slowly retreated a short distance, smiled, turned around, and turned her back to Fang Qingwu.

Then he undid the soft belt.The nightgown slowly slipped down along the soft waistline, revealing the smooth back inch by inch, shining white under the light, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, it is breathtaking.

Chen Jiao, who was lying on the sofa, squinted her eyes halfway, and the light flooded into her slightly closed eyelids.

The air conditioner at home is fully turned on, even if there is no clothes, it will not feel too cold.

Even if Chen Jiao is not afraid of being watched by others, she has never been like this. She feels that being watched is a matter of faint joy.She enjoyed Fang Qingwu's focus and gaze.

While feeling comfortable, Chen Jiao remembered something, she turned her head to Fang Qingwu: "Did you run away from home?"

Fang Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and then said "um" inarticulately.

Chen Jiao didn't speak, Fang Qingwu raised his head: "Do you think this is not good?"

Chen Jiao leaned on her arm, turned her head slightly and smiled at her: "Remember to come to me in the future."

After a long time, Chen Jiao realized that Fang Qingwu had stopped writing, and was staring at the drawing board blankly.

"The painting is finished." Chen Jiao put on her clothes casually.

It is indeed finished, the paper is filled with color, and there is no room for repair.Fang Qingwu nodded silently, stood up and packed his things.

The painting seemed to still be warm, and Chen Jiao couldn't put it down, she raised her eyes, and cleverly grabbed Fang Qingwu's sleeve, with a soft voice like a baby: "Give me... okay?"

In the past, no matter how much jewelry the guests brought out, Chen Jiao would not be bothered to speak softly like this.Who told her to fall in love with this painting.

Fang Qingwu frowned with two slender eyebrows, his face full of confusion: "I can give you everything else, this... I want to..."

Chen Jiao could hear the meaning in her words, but she wanted her to say it, and lowered her voice to induce: "What do you want?"

"I want to keep it. If you really want it, I'll draw another one."

Chen Jiao smiled in satisfaction. She touched Fang Qingwu's hair, her heart was filled with joy, as if she was tied to a balloon and floated.

"Then, it's a deal."