Yan Qi's hands were groping around Shuang'er's waist, scratching or scratching, making Shuang'er feel so comfortable. There was a wooden prong pushing against him, making him even more ecstatic.
Shuang'er was very uncomfortable and full of longing. Her beautiful eyes were like water as she glanced at Yan Qi, her red lips were so beautiful that although she wanted to, she didn't know how to cooperate with Yan Qi.
Yan Qi was a veteran. He picked up Shuang'er and went to Shuang'er's room to play in the water.
Shuang'er fell into it and couldn't extricate himself. He had an inexplicable longing in his heart. He hugged Yan Qi's neck tightly and pressed his body against his broad chest, hoping to melt and get inside.
She opened the door gently, and through the narrow gap, she happened to see An Qing painting in the hall. She was so shocked that her face turned pale, and she quickly closed the door.
In the hall, An Qing heard the voice and looked back at the stairs with her beautiful eyes. After thinking for a moment, a narrow smile appeared on the corner of her red mouth, and she murmured in a low voice: "You want to be a thief, but why are you so shy?"
She didn't shy away, holding a brush and painting leisurely.
Shuang'er snuggled into Yan Qi's arms, with little deer racing in her heart: "Brother Qi, Sister Qing is outside. I look disheveled, how can I go out? I'm so embarrassed."
According to Yan Qi's temperament, at this moment, the arrow is on the string. Does it matter whether she is ashamed or not? However, thinking of Shuang'er's gentle and lovely temperament, I still have to understand her inner feelings.
Yan Qi held Shuang'er in her arms and felt Shuang'er's body squirming slightly: "What should we do? How about... forget it?"
"don't want!"
Shuang'er's beautiful eyes were filled with shyness, she held Yan Qi's fresh cheeks with her hands, exhaled like a blue, although she was shy, she said extremely firmly: "I want to be Brother Qi's woman. If you want me, I won't miss you. I feel like I have someone to rely on in this life..."
This little girl is not only pure, but also so passionate.
Brother Qi, I like it!
Now, if we can't get out, we might as well solve it on the spot.
Although there is no bed, Brother Qi has many options.
With a smirk on her face, Yan Qi rolled up Shuang'er's close-fitting skirt, gently and slowly, holding Shuang'er's soft waist, she sat down little by little.
Shuang'er's face was on fire, a little painful, but also felt unspeakably comfortable. He couldn't help but squeeze his hips and squirm, and spit out babbling music from his red lips...
Written by An Qing, a picture of lotus flowers in a pond is vividly drawn.
However, when An Qing looked at the lotus picture in front of her, she sighed quietly, held the brush in hand, and did not write for a long time.
"It has form but no spirit, and the appearance is the same as the spirit. How can I continue to draw this lotus picture? Should I give up halfway from now on?"
An Qing has been painting this lotus picture for three years, pouring her heart and soul into it, but the more she cares about it, the more her inspiration becomes dry.
Why!
An Qing threw the pen aside, held her cheek in her hand, and was in a daze.
However, Yan Qi's naughty smiling face appeared in his mind.
"This guy behaves in a very different way. He is even more bold than me. He hugged and kissed me in front of me. Doesn't he care about the secular etiquette?"
"Now it's even more outrageous. You know that I'm painting down there, but you still do those things like mandarin ducks playing in the water. Those scholars can never do such dirty things. Yan Qi's thick skin is three points thicker than mine."
Thinking of this, An Qing looked upstairs with her beautiful eyes, and a calm smile appeared on the corner of her red mouth. Not only did she not feel that it stained her eyes, she actually yearned for Yan Qi's behavior.
Suddenly, a melodious and charming voice came from upstairs.
The cry had no structure, but the sound was delicate and beautiful, echoing in An Qing's ears.
An Qing's cheeks were slightly red: "Brother Qi, you have taught Shuang'er to be so bold, and your methods are the best in the world. There is no bed in the house, how can Shuang'er bear it?"
She didn't avoid it at all, she listened intently, feeling the ups and downs of babbling sounds, and the extravagant pictures appeared in her mind.
She glanced at the lotus picture again, and listening to the melodious coquettish calls, inspiration came out like a spring.
"Lotus flowers are like beauties. The most beautiful moments are when a beauties gracefully embraces each other, blooms with beauty, and is sublime in splendor."
An Qing twisted her plump buttocks happily, her red lips curled up in a cute way, and her beautiful eyes glowed with a burning light.
Unexpectedly, I found inspiration for painting after listening to Chunxiao for a while.
How strange! Wonderful!
An Qing did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly grabbed the brush, listened to the sounds of nature, and felt the graceful joy of the winding path. As if there was a spirit in the writing, lotus flowers jumped out on the paper, and the soul appeared. At a glance, the lotus flowers were swaying in the water. It's like being alive.
Just after Shuang'er let out a long, high-pitched moan, the heavenly sound suddenly stopped, and An Qing also put the finishing touches and made the final stroke.
"It's done!"
An Qing threw away the brush and looked at the exquisite and vivid lotus pictures, feeling very happy.
"I didn't expect that the lotus picture that I had been thinking about for three years without inspiration suddenly came to me after listening to a spring night song."
An Qing longed for it: "Only by having an insight into world affairs can we refine articles. The same goes for painting. Women have never experienced human affairs and do not know what it is like to be a man. They may be sad about the spring and autumn all day long, or they may be as pure as the clouds, or they may be high-spirited and melodious. How can they refine the inspiration in the paintings? ?”
She took a look at the candle and burned most of it. Counting the time, Shuang'er sang this heavenly tune for a full half an hour.
"Seventh brother is so powerful? Shuang'er has found a treasure."
Thinking of these filthy things, An Qing couldn't help but blush. Why do I always think about Brother Qi? He's not my man, it's really embarrassing.
Squeak!
After a long time, the door upstairs finally opened.
The cheeks of the two children are delicately red, like peach blossoms in full bloom in March, and they are extremely beautiful.
Nourished by love, although the whole person is lazy and tired, there is a sense of joy in his bones, which can be caught at a glance.
An Qing waved to Shuang'er: "Sister Shuang'er, come quickly. The lotus picture I have been thinking about for three years is finally completed today."
"real?"
Shuang'er was also very surprised. He took small steps and hurriedly went down to admire the lotus picture. However, he didn't expect that he was walking in a hurry. As soon as he took a step, he clutched his lower abdomen and couldn't straighten up in pain.
Her eyes were full of shyness, and she rolled her eyes at Yan Qi: "Brother Qi, support me."
An Qing joked: "Why can't Shuang'er walk?"
"this……"
Shuang'er blushed to the base of his ears: "I...I'm having my period."
An Qing smiled and said nothing.
Shuang'er looked at the smile in An Qing's beautiful eyes and knew that An Qing had guessed what she and Yan Qi had done, and felt ashamed.
However, thinking of An Qing's gentle and generous temper, Shuang'er could still bear it. Even if he was shy, he still gave his body to Qi Ge.
Only in this way can the dream come true.
Yan Qi supported Shuang'er and slowly went downstairs. When he saw the lotus picture, he couldn't help being surprised: "Miss Xiaoqing is really talented. This lotus picture is so lifelike and vivid. It is not only delicate and realistic, but also full of soul and soul. Such a masterpiece, I won’t exchange it for anything, Xiaoqing, you’ve made it.”
He always sticks to his profession and only cares about money.
Shuang'er was also amazed to see it.
"Seventh Brother has a keen eye. If Seventh Brother says yes, then this painting must be good."
An Qing pursed her lips and smiled.
Yan Qi's comment was very accurate. It seemed that beneath his bohemian appearance, he did have a talented heart.
Yan Qi looked at the lotus picture and shook his head slightly: "However, although the lotus is beautiful, it lacks something to embellish it."
An Qing's beautiful eyes blinked, half-smiling but not smiling: "Brother Qi, what do you think is missing?"
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