Little handsome guy, don't run away [e-sports]

After hanging up Shen Youzhu's phone, Ye Qian took the elevator back to the dormitory alone. After entering the door, he first added new food and water to San Bi Ling, and licked a whole bag of cat sticks and ate two cats. Peppermint biscuits, counted as compensation for not coming back to accompany it all day today, and then went to busy with my own affairs with peace of mind.

Three to zero has grown significantly recently, and his hair has become smoother and smoother. It feels like he will be able to send him to work in a cat cafe soon.

The only downside is that this kid is a bit talkative, and for no apparent reason, he always yells twice to show his presence, or lays down on someone, snoring like a scooter.

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Ye Qian came out of the bathroom after washing, and when he lowered his head, he saw San Bi Ling sitting upright on the floor mat in front of the bathroom, looking at him solemnly, his eyes widened.

"Baby, are you sleepy?" Ye Qian knelt down and scratched San Bi Zero's chin, then carefully hugged it in his arms, "You really are a night owl."

"Meow--"

After being carried into the room by Ye Qian, San Bi Ling scratched onto Ye Qian's bed in a few moments, and then justifiably meowed twice at Ye Qian who was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, as if urging him. Ye Qian hurried to sleep.

Only then did Ye Qian come back to his senses a little bit, but the thoughts in his mind were still wandering in a rather strange direction uncontrollably.

For example, what happened with Shen Youzhu last night.

For example, the cool temperature of Shen Youzhu's hands.

For example, the blurred eyes when looking at himself.

For example, the provocative gasp on the phone just now.

Ever since he was a child, Ye Qian has never felt that he is such a secluded person, but he also never imagined that he would be so lacking in concentration.

And this feeling will become especially strong in the dead of night

Ye Qian perfunctorily touched the chatterbox [-]-to-[-] little boy twice, then walked slowly to his laptop, hesitated for a few seconds and finally pressed the switch.

The start time was only about seven seconds, but only Ye Qian knew what kind of struggle and suffering he had experienced in his heart during these short seven seconds.

But in the end, the righteous side unfortunately lost to the evil side.

Ye Qian first refreshed the desktop twice with a nervous face, and then quickly opened a very hidden document with the mouse.

Then copied a mysterious URL from it...

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【Fulu District·SOHO】

Pei Hong looked at Ye Zhao in surprise, as if she wanted to express to him directly with her eyes: "Do you know what you said yourself?"

But looking at Ye Zhao on the other hand, he was much calmer. He slowly took the red wine bottle off the decanter and put it aside, plugged the lid, and looked at Pei Hong quietly with his hands on the table. It's hard to tell whether it's a smile or an ambiguous temptation that shows in the corner of his eyes.

"You...what are you doing..."

At this moment, Pei Hong was acting like a weak girl who met a perverted uncle on the way home from school, especially the movement of silently clutching her neckline with one hand, combined with his sentence just now. The classic lines that have appeared in the movies make people indiscriminately want to scold Ye Zhao, you old bastard, what are you going to do to this girl.

"Let's take a look, you won't lose a piece of meat." Ye Zhao sat on a chair by the bar, put his face on one hand, and narrowed his eyes, "Your collarbone is very beautiful, it's a pity that it is blocked by clothes like this." of."

"..."

If Fang Haoman said the exact same thing now, then Pei Hong would reply without saying a word: "Your dick is also very beautiful, it would be a pity to be seen by your pants like this."

But no, when facing Ye Zhao, Pei Hong still lacked a little bit of courage, more because he was afraid that the reward he got would be wiped out because of this sentence.

It's a waste of time to come here for nothing.

"Just take a look, maybe it can give me some new inspiration." Ye Zhao's voice was unhurried, but it just made Pei Hong wonder how to refuse.

Pei Hong wore a light blue shirt today, and put her hands on the first seam of the shirt after hesitating for a long time before untying it.

The second, the third...

Before reaching the fourth button, Ye Zhao couldn't wait to get up and walk over, taking Pei Hong's hand who was about to unbutton the fourth button: "Are you also so slow when you play games?"

"I..." Seeing Ye Zhao's hands undoing the remaining few buttons with great flexibility, Pei Hong suddenly felt a very strange feeling in his heart that made him almost suffocate, "No."

"Then why are you so slow in unbuttoning?"

Ye Zhao helped Pei Hong take off her clothes and threw them on the sofa aside, Pei Hong unconsciously took half a step back.

It felt like if he didn't take a half step back and open a short distance, Ye Zhao would take off his own in the next second.

Then... the plot will develop in a very strange direction.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zhao noticed Pei Hong's small movement, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "Are you scared?"

"No, I just think it's...a little weird." Pei Hong didn't know if it had something to do with Ye Zhao and Ye Qian who looked exactly the same but behaved completely differently. Anyway, it made him extremely dissatisfied. comfortable.

After all, this was the first time Pei Hong took off her clothes in front of strangers.

Although there is only a top, it is indeed the first time.

I saw Ye Zhao smiled, gently raised Pei Hong's chin with his hand and closed his eyes: "You are a big man, are you afraid that I can't do something to you?"

"not me……"

"The left side of your face looks better than the right side," Ye Zhao gently interrupted Pei Hong, "What's wrong with your right eye?"

"I've been squinting in my right eye since I was a child." Pei Hong didn't dare to move her chin while Ye Zhao dragged her like this, "but it's not serious...you can't usually see it if you don't look carefully."

"Nonsense," Ye Zhao put down his hand with a smile, "I could tell at a glance."

"You've seen so many models...you've already had experience."

While Pei Hong was talking, she saw Ye Zhao walking towards a room that had been closed all the time, and opened the door with a key.

After a while, he took out an old white shirt, which was lined with translucent silk material and embroidered with a few delicate buttons.

"Come on, put on."

Pei Hong looked at the dress in Ye Zhao's hand, and probably understood what it meant in her heart. She stretched out her hand to take it and looked at it, but she didn't think there was anything special about it.

When I put it on, I only felt that it was wide and fat, and the material was soft, and it felt cool when it touched the skin.

"Don't button it." Ye Zhao poured the wine from the decanter into two cups, picked up a cup and walked to Pei Hong, "Just put it here."

As he spoke, he pulled Ye Zhao's left clothes down, and the clothes slid down onto his arms.

"Sit there with your hands between your legs."

Ye Zhao lifted his chin and pointed to a small stool in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and then used the remote control to turn on the light in front of the window.

Pei Hong sat down blankly, and met Ye Zhao who was leaning on the bar table opposite and holding a wine glass.

"look up."

Pei Hong obeyed obediently.

"You have fierce eyes."

"I?"

"Be gentle." Ye Zhao took a sip of wine, put the elbow of the other hand on his palm, and narrowed his eyes, "Imagine you are seducing me."

"???"

Pei Hong thought Ye Zhao was joking, but he didn't hear Ye Zhao change his words for a long time, and he became even more confused in an instant.

"I still need to put on some pretense, you are too white," Ye Zhao seemed not aware of the strangeness of what he said just now, still immersed in his own world, and was rude to Pei Hong for a while Looking closely, "Hair also has to..."

"Ye Zhao."

Pei Hong couldn't help interrupting Ye Zhao's thoughts. Although she knew it was impolite, she couldn't help it.

"Huh?" Ye Zhao finally recovered.

"What did you just say that I want to seduce you... What are you going to do?"

"Don't think too much, I just think you are very suitable for this expression," Ye Zhao replied very seriously, picked up an apple from the fruit plate by the bar and handed it to Pei Hong, "Take it."

"What are you doing..."

"Props," Ye Zhao patiently explained to Pei Hong, as he said before, he would not attack Pei Hong, let alone show the slightest impatience because of his many questions, "Sit on the ground, Take the apple and put your hands behind your back."

"...Okay" Pei Hong said, subconsciously wanting to pull up the clothes that were about to hang down to the elbows, but stopped after remembering what Ye Zhao had arranged, and let the clothes hang down like this with.

Can't guess the intention of this at all.

After sitting down according to what Ye Zhao said, Pei Hong crossed her hands behind her back, holding the apple that Ye Zhao gave him, and then raised her arms as high as possible to the height where her hands and her upper body could appear in the scene together.

"Pei Hong."

"Ok?"

"Do you know what an apple stands for?"

When arranging Pei Hong's movements, Ye Zhao conjured up a drawing board and a piece of sketch paper from nowhere, put one end of the drawing board against his lower abdomen, held the other end of the drawing board with one hand, and drew on it with a pencil Drawing, rubbing it with the little finger from time to time.

"I don't know..." Pei Hong shook her head frankly.

"Desire," Ye Zhao said, raised his head from the painting, smiled at Pei Hong, "and temptation..."

"..."

Pei Hong felt that the atmosphere seemed to be getting weirder and weirder.

"I suddenly remembered a draft." Ye Zhao straightened up, stopped leaning on the bar, picked up the drawing on the drawing board and threw it away, "But it should take a long time."

"why?"

"Your publication needs to be redone," Ye Zhao said, tapping his hair with the end of a pencil, "It's too neat now."

"How do I do it?" Pei Hong was a little puzzled why some people would dislike having their hair done too neatly.

"Mess up."

"How messy is it?"

Hearing this question, Ye Zhao was startled, thought for a few seconds, then walked slowly to Pei Hong's side, squatted down, and gently picked up the clothes that hung down to his elbows and put them on.

"So messy after doing it in bed..."

……

Wishing she didn't wait for Ye Zhao's words to fully reach Pei Hong's ears, Pei Hong stood up abruptly with wide-eyed eyes, and looked at Ye Zhao in shock.

But Ye Zhao didn't respond, he sat on the ground with a smile and looked up at Pei Hong.

The moment the eyes meet, the expression on Pei Hong's face can be said to be all-encompassing.

"Did I say it too bluntly?"

A few seconds later, Ye Zhaocai said something as if he had just woken up from a dream, and a trace of panic finally appeared on his face.

"I would rather you say that you were joking just now..." Pei Hong looked at Ye Zhao in shock.

"Actually, I just want you to understand more directly what I want to paint," Ye Zhao stood up, "I'm sorry, I may be too impatient."

"Ye Zhao, I promised Ye Qian to cooperate with you well," Pei Hong took a deep breath, "but can you not..."

"Huh?" Ye Zhao tilted his head, not understanding what Pei Hong meant.

"Don't always be like this."

"What kind?" Ye Zhao was even more confused.

"You said earlier that you wanted me to seduce you with my eyes," Pei Hong wrapped her clothes around her body, looked up at Ye Zhao after a pause, and said again, "But I feel that since I came in..."

"what happened?"

"You were the one who seduced me all along."