extremely dependent

As soon as Ji Weijue turned on the live broadcast, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room soared at a rocket-like speed, and the top of the screen was quickly filled with dense bullet screens.

[Ah, long time no see, illusion! ! ! 】

【Ah, who did I see! ! 】

[Does the anchor not turn on the camera? 】

【Are you new here in front?Lu Shen live broadcast never shows his face]

[It's the end of the month, and it's been a long time for Lushen to come to the water again hhh]

[Sisters in front shush, don't tell me if you see through 2333]

He looked at the barrage that was flying past quickly, and smiled softly: "Yes, otherwise the money will be deducted if the time is not enough. I still count on this to save my wife's money."

[Husband marry me!I don't want money! 】

【Husband looks at me, I can post it upside down】

[Sister can do it, and of course my sister can too! ! ! 】

[Lushen, did you deliberately choose to continue exploring Silent Hill when the yang energy was at its heaviest? 】

[The new little sister in front, Illusion Overseas Party, it should be more than two o'clock in the morning at his place at the moment... But is Lushen not sleeping so late? 】

"I don't want to play games today. If you want to watch games, you can go to another live broadcast room." Ji Weijue manipulated the mouse to click on a song list to play in order, and then turned on the PS on the computer.

【? 】

【? ? 】

[?What is this for? ? ? 】

Soon, the old fan of illusion jumped out and screamed:

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhright! 】

【Will God be painting today? !I can see fairy paintings again and I cry 5555】

"Well, let's draw for a while." He put away the bullet screen scrolling window in the lower right corner, looked at Jian Xun's sleeping face in the video with deep and focused eyes, and lowered his head on the digital board with the steady and comfortable breathing in the earphones Draw smooth lines.

Jian Xun's sleeping appearance is very good, she has kept the sleeping posture motionless, her smooth chestnut hair is sticking to her forehead obediently, a pair of eyelashes are hanging slightly on her closed eyes, her pointed nose is lying on the bed Under the warm soft light on the head, there is also a clear light, and a pair of beautiful lips are naturally lightly pursed, making people feel warm when they look at it.

It is reasonable to say that Ji Weijue has been familiar with drawing this face for a long time, after all, he does not know how many times he has copied it against the photos.Every line of his facial contours, the curvature of his lips when he smiled, and even a barely visible small mole on his neck are all clearly in his mind.

But now, he suddenly felt that he would never be able to draw a ten-thousandth of Jian Xun's beauty.

The photos and videos he compared with when he was painting before were someone else's Jian Xun.

And now the one who fell asleep in the video with him was his Jian Xun.

Ji Weijue daubed and altered the drawn line draft on the digital board for a while, but he was not satisfied no matter how he looked at it, so he simply emptied the canvas and prepared to start over.

Just as he was about to draw the outline, the more chaotic and heavy breathing in the earphones interrupted his movements. Ji Weijue looked up at Jian Xun in the video suspiciously, and his breath stopped suddenly when his eyes met the flushed face.

Jian Xun in his sleep frowned for some reason, his cheeks were a little weirdly rosy, the eyelashes on his eyelids were trembling restlessly, and those gasps that made Ji Weijue blush and heartbeat came from his slightly parted lips It came out.

How could Ji Weijue, who had never experienced love affairs, stand up to such provocations? Even though the opposite side was unconscious, the place under him still stood up vigorously without control.

Fortunately, the remaining rationality in his brain defeated the evil distracting thoughts. Ji Weijue turned off the microphone in the live broadcast room, turned on the microphone on his side in the video on the mobile phone, and called softly: "Brother? What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

There was no response from Jian Xun, but some fine beads of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose instead, his eyes were still tightly closed, it seemed that he was not awake.

Ji Weijue had no choice but to yell again: "Brother, brother? Are you dreaming?"

Those slightly parted lips fluttered and closed in front of his eyes a few times, and the voice in the earphone stopped his attempt to wake up Jian Xun.

Because, Jian Xun breathed out two words: "Weijue..."

Ji Weijue felt that his beating heart was about to pop out of his chest. He stared at the face on the screen that seemed to be stained with lust. What could be better than seeing the person he likes in his sleep, Or is it more surprising that Chunmeng called her own name?

...the answer is, yes.

He watched Jian Xun's hand touching his chest from the hem of his pajamas, wondering if the sweat on his body had wet the front of his chest. The thin silk fabric was stuck to the back of Jian Xun's non-stop moving hand, playing with his slender fingers. When she was looking at her erect nipples, those naked kneading and scraping in her sleep were clearly visible under the thin fabric.

Jian Xun raised his slender neck slightly, and a drop of crystal sweat hung on the rolling Adam's apple. The moans in his throat shook Ji Weijue's eardrums, until he whispered again: "Weijue." Finally, Ji Weijue couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Fuck."

He arched his back and lay prone in front of the computer desk, his right hand involuntarily leaned towards the painfully hard thing beneath him...

The restrained but still unsteady voice and panting quickly mixed into the messy panting in the earphones: "Brother...Jian Xun..."