Liang Zhirou, blushing, finished speaking while hiding behind Chen Lu, her slender, fair fingers still moving up and down his abdomen.
Chen Lu's lips twitched helplessly twice, and he simply let her do as she pleased.
However, with Liang Zhirou pressed so tightly against his back, he didn't feel cold at all.
a long time.
"Haven't you touched me enough yet? My clothes are almost dry!" Chen Lu said, both angry and amused. "Be careful you don't get arrested by the police if you keep acting like a hooligan."
"I don't touch other people, and touching my own boyfriend isn't illegal..." Liang Zhirou muttered softly behind him.
"Don't say my lines!"
Chen Lu never expected that the excuse he used to exonerate himself that night would be used by Liang Zhirou.
He inexplicably felt that the frog was becoming increasingly difficult to cook.
It's like... you were cooking a frog every day and it was going so well, the frog was swimming leisurely in the pot, and everything was progressing smoothly and steadily.
One morning, I woke up to find that frog secretly mimicking my original method of starting the pot to boil water.
It's terrifying.
He won't let a silly frog take the initiative, will he? What will become of his reputation as a frog-boiling master?!
Chen Lu quickly shook his head vigorously.
It must be an illusion, it has to be.
Master Chen can't lose even a little bit.
"I'm sorry," the girl behind me suddenly said softly. "Aren't you...aren't you cold? I shouldn't have been so willful."
"You're holding me so tightly, how could I be cold?" Chen Lu said honestly, thinking to himself, if I didn't call you silly, this is what you call a girl who throws tantrums all the time but is never angry when asked.
"That's good."
Liang Zhirou stood in front of him again, gently buttoning up his clothes one by one, and then tiptoed to give him a light kiss on the lips.
Chen Lu raised an eyebrow and pointed to her neck, "Your boyfriend is so cooperative, shouldn't he be rewarded with a little red flower?"
Liang Zhirou tilted her head blankly for a moment before realizing what was happening. She pursed her lips and leaned in. When she left a while later, Chen Lu had a hickey on his neck.
This silly boy is too reluctant to put much effort into planting strawberries; he just gently bites them with his teeth and then slowly sucks on them for a long time.
The advantage of this is that it doesn't hurt; it's just a tingling, itchy feeling that alternates with a pleasant sensation, like being tickled.
Seeing that the girl wanted to leave, Chen Lu quickly grabbed her wrist.
"What are you going to do..." Liang Zhirou unconsciously took two steps back and asked in a trembling voice.
Mom was right, doing bad things really does bring retribution...
"Of course, it's for growing strawberries," Chen Lu said, bending down.
Liang Zhirou couldn't help but pat him lightly twice, "It's too low, no way..."
Chen Lu didn't know if Liang Zhirou was making up for it or if a girl saying no actually meant yes. Anyway, she said it but didn't resist physically. Instead, she hugged him tightly because she was itchy.
Having gained enough advantage, Chen Lu had no reason to run away anymore, so he had no choice but to stand obediently in front of the computer desk and become Liang Zhirou's subject matter.
Like a puppet on a string, he did whatever Liang Zhirou told him to pose.
"You, you turn your face away first." Halfway through the drawing, the girl put down her paintbrush and waved at him.
"Why?" Chen Lu asked curiously.
Liang Zhirou covered half of her face with her drawing tablet, tilting her head shyly as she said, "I can't concentrate while looking at you..."
Chen Lu was too lazy to complain about how she could speak so confidently despite her lack of conviction, so he could only obediently turn his face away.
"You're not allowed to draw like me."
This was Chen Lu's last request.
"No way!" Liang Zhirou said, writing furiously without looking up, "I'm just gathering some inspiration, I don't want anyone else to see it."
She wouldn't show her boyfriend to anyone, not even as source material.
Liang Zhirou secretly glanced at Chen Lu, who was standing there listlessly.
That...that's something only she can see...
......
Hearing Liang Zhirou say that the line drawing was almost finished, Chen Lu returned to the bedroom and changed his clothes.
After Chen Lu returned, he didn't rest. He took out his DSLR camera from his bag, pointed the lens at Liang Zhirou who was focused on her, and started taking pictures with a smile on his face.
After taking a picture with satisfactory lighting and angle, Chen Lu put down the camera with satisfaction and lazily stretched.
I glanced at the time; it was already past midnight.
It felt like the two of them hadn't done much, and suddenly it was time for dinner.
Chen Lu suddenly realized that he and Liang Zhirou were quite something, one of them always using his girlfriend as a photography model, and the other always looking for material from her boyfriend.
However, the thought that he might have to be used as material for many years to come made Chen Lu want to die.
Hopefully, this simpleton will take on more commercial projects for mobile games that appeal to otaku in the future; that way, he'll be the one enjoying the benefits.
He glanced at the date and asked softly, "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Have you decided where to go?"
The two of them have been dating for so long... they've only been to the movies a few times since they met, and they haven't been to any of the popular spots that other couples visit.
I've only been to an amusement park and an aquarium once so far, that's all.
Chen Lu became increasingly depressed as he thought about it.
Why did you go straight to making a living?
Coming to his senses, Chen Lu realized that Liang Zhirou hadn't said a word.
He turned his head and saw Liang Zhirou standing there as if struck by lightning, her mouth agape, tears welling up in her eyes, as if she were about to shed them.
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