out of sync love

Mr. Tang is very efficient in handling affairs. He picked up people early the next morning and prepared to go out. Su Mian had no class in the morning and was woken up by kisses after sleeping in a daze. It hurts too, and I wanted to catch up on sleep.

"Don't be so anxious..."

Now I can't go abroad right away... People who haven't woken up are put on clothes by swinging their arms and legs. I don't dare to connect the passport with that matter, but I can't help thinking about it. His face turned red, isn't it too fast...

Mr. Tang saw him being foolish and hilarious, and liked him so much, he leaned over and kissed him. Su Mian was half awakened and then fainted by the kiss, squinting her eyes and moaning comfortably.

How can we not be in a hurry, the man thought while kissing, swimming, playing baseball, and table tennis, basketball, and taekwondo in a few days. Little things are so stupid, I am too insecure.

In the end, I went to work with the staff. The application was submitted smoothly. The impatient Mr. Tang was very satisfied with the receipt, and it was settled.

After returning home, Su Mian was no longer sleepy, and went to check her own paintings. It was the first time she contributed to such a big exhibition. Student Su put a lot of thought into it. the final product.

It is a painting of splashed ink and oil paint. At first glance, it is a landscape between clouds, and when you look closely, it is a portrait. The body of a man is bold in contrasting colors, and the color blocks are glued together. It reveals a rich and treacherous mosaic.

Originally, I did not dare to design this way. The first draft was a well-behaved portrait. When the uninvited model gentleman saw it, he stayed in the studio and refused to leave. Su Mian could not drive people away, so he had to change from drawing out of thin air to refer to real objects , it stands to reason that it is more convenient, but it feels wrong after drawing for a while.

The man leaned on the sofa and stared straight ahead. His scorching gaze almost burned through the wooden drawing board. Su Mian hid behind the board and drew for a while, then poked her head quietly, and was immediately caught by the man's eyes. vicious.

I hurriedly hid back again, couldn't hold back for a while, and peeked again, in a trance, as if returning to the first meeting, carefully peeping and was found, the heartbeat was so tense that I could hardly hold it, the man was naked from the upper body, his muscles were particularly good-looking, and he wore loose pajama pants The fabric is soft and the long legs are folded casually.

The next time I probed, the dormant thing under the fabric seemed to rise. The innocent child thought he was dazzled, blinked and stared again, and was horrified to find that the bulge in the loose pajama pants was getting worse, almost breaking through.

"...You, you, why..." The child stammered and couldn't speak.

Mr. Tang said confidently: "What's wrong with me? Can you stare at me and see if I'm not tough?"

How impolite.

"..."

"Come, come here."

The child folded his ears and curled up into a ball, pretending not to hear.

The man stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet, walked quietly, suddenly appeared and hugged him, and at a glance he saw the restless little thing between his tight legs.

"Little rascal, you must have been caught by me..."

Her ears were tightly closed, Su Mian tensed her waist and hummed softly, her soft belly shivered pitifully as if the curled up ball of hair had been licked open.

The sun is just right, naked and intertwined, and there is an inexplicable illusion of time splitting, as if the tenderness of the long-term running-in is gone, and I was caught and fucked when I first saw it. I held it down and didn't say a word, but my muscles retracted and burned hot sweat dripping on himself.

Su Mian covered her face and was so ashamed that she was about to cry, she was really a hooligan, that's right, the first time they met, she wanted to have sex with a man.

His hands were pulled away, his fingers were kissed, the sky was bright and bright, and there was a half-naked man on the drawing paper. His mind buzzed, and it was rare for him to be bold and honest, and he opened his mouth and barked like a cat.

"Sir, use your strength..."

Mr. Tang went crazy when he took it for granted.

The consequences of presumptuous seduction are quite serious. The easel was overturned and oil paint was spilled all over the floor, the pure white carpet became an impression painting, and the two people were also mottled and messed up.

At the end, Su Mian was like a little cat, her stomach, buttocks and even her face were wet, her semen was mixed with colorful paints, it was pretty and erotic.

Colors collided on the drawing paper, the original line drawing was completely destroyed, the kid couldn't lift his fingertips, and when the man kissed him, he was so angry that he wanted to bite him.

"It's all to blame...uu...it's your fault..."

"Well, blame me~" Mr. Tang embraced him indulgently and patted him. The paint on the two of them melted together. His tone was very gentle, and he said softly, "It's my fault that I like you so much."

Su Mian hadn't stopped her small hiccups, and subconsciously responded to him, "Me, me too."

The colorful and splashed-ink paintings on the ground are particularly beautiful after the sunlight in the room is filtered.

Afterwards, she changed the painting method, and seeing the finished product, Su Mian still couldn’t help blushing. That day, the auntie cleaned the wooden floor for a whole afternoon to save the wooden floor. The man hangs on the wall as a work of art.

Fortunately, the result was good, the story-filled work successfully passed the initial evaluation, Su Mian carefully confirmed the signature, wrapped it up and sent it quietly.

In fact, Mr. Tang knew that he was participating in the competition early in the morning, but the child kept it secret, so he cooperated and pretended to be stupid.

It turned out that the day it came out happened to be Christmas, and the campus of S University was filled with red and green lights, and the thin snow swirled gently, like a fairy tale.Su Mian received a message from a man in the middle of the New Year's Eve party, and ran out by herself while everyone was agitating. The campus seemed to be haunted by elves, and panting, he turned a corner and saw the man standing under the colorful tree. Really like a prince.

"gentlemen!"

Su Mian rushed to hang it on the man. He wore a deer antler headband on his head, and the voice of showing off was as crisp as a bell, "I'm shortlisted~"

Mr. Tang carried the person around before putting it down. The child raised his head, his eyes were as bright as a deer, melting the sweet snow. He turned and walked into the shadow of the tree, and the two greeted each other to celebrate. kiss.

The opening day happened to be a weekend, and Mr. Tang accompanied Su Mian to see it. Many people came on the first day. Fortunately, the exhibition hall is spacious, so it will not be noisy.

Su Mian was so excited that she didn't sleep well the day before, she took Mr. Tang's hand and muttered in a low voice, isn't this exhibition amazing, it's an international joint, and the art museum is so cool, it's the best and biggest in the city.

Mr. Tang answered him with a smile. The two walked through the main hall and saw Su Mian's painting at the corner of the long straight corridor.

Simple mounting, with a delicate glass nameplate underneath, with the name and author written: "Vientiane" Su Mian.

The little writer couldn't take his eyes off his eyes, his nose was sore due to mixed emotions. Mr. Tang watched him quietly from the sidelines. After a while, the child cautiously raised his eyes and pleaded secretly from head to toe.

Mr. Tang touched his head sincerely, and said with a smile, "Baby is really amazing."

Su Mian just smiled, the sincere and happy appearance made people want to kiss him, Mr. Tang held back, and asked after a while, "Why did you get such a name?"

The people around him were looking at his painting like a baby, and they faltered and wrung their fingers when they heard this.

The man felt strange, "Isn't it me?"

Yes, Su Mian was a little embarrassed, and looked up after a while. The crowd was quiet and there were chattering noises from time to time, and the fragrance of ink wafted in the air. He stared into the man's eyes, feeling that time had stopped for a moment, and then whispered, "That's right, you are Vientiane."

My Vientiane.