The attributes of passers-by explode! | BL, MTL

Chapter 27: (First update) Gather at the bar.

Sang Ning was stunned for a moment and explained: "It's not what you think, I just want to..."

He stopped talking.

Lin Yan looked at him doubtfully: "Think?"

"I want to draw your waist." Sang Ning said the sentence completely, and he extended the invitation in a normal tone, "Can you be a model for me?"

Sang Ning is the kind of person who is very stubborn in certain aspects. When he was a child, in order to draw the epiphyllum that his mother kept at home, he squatted there with a drawing board and stayed up for several nights to capture the moment when the epiphyllum bloomed. He almost missed it. He didn't torture his parents to death.

Later, he went through a rebellious period, briefly gave up painting, and enrolled in Shanghai University, but resumed this hobby after graduation.

When he sees something that arouses his interest but cannot draw it, he feels very uncomfortable, as if there are countless ants crawling on his heart.

And when he came back from the beach, he had been in such a restless state, so he asked Amy to send a message to Lin Yan.

While waiting for the reply from the young man opposite, Sanning's hand seemed to hang by his leg unintentionally, and only his suddenly clenched fingers revealed his nervousness at this time.

waist?

Lin Yan subconsciously touched his waist through his clothes.

The waist is different from the hands. If you want to draw this kind of body part, you must not wear a top.

Although being naked from the waist up is nothing among men, but between him and Jin Jiang Shou, isn't it a bit strange?

Lin Yan said awkwardly: "Boss Sang, can I refuse?"

"Can you think about it again?" Sanning said.

As soon as he finished speaking, maybe he felt it was not enough, so he added another compliment: "Your waist is very beautiful, so I want to draw it."

His tone was sincere, but Lin Yan hesitated for a moment and refused: "I'm not used to it."

"What are you not used to? I can change it." Sang Ning seemed to really want to draw, so he gave in and asked.

Lin Yan had no defense against Jin Jiang Shou, or in other words, although his impression of the six protagonists was still at the stage of "boss", "friends" and "strangers".

But he knew that the six protagonists were all very good people. Lin Yan thought it would be great if he could be friends with the six.

Lin Yan thought for a while, then he held the hem of his shirt with his hands and lifted it up, exposing half of his waist.

Today, Sanning did not draw the curtains, and the sunlight from outside was projected through the glass without any hindrance. The flawless texture clung to the bones and tightened at the waistline, like a jade beauty carved with painstaking efforts by ancient Roman artists.

Even because the young man's movements were too large, the hem of his clothes was lifted too high for a moment, even reaching his chest. From Sang Ning's perspective, for a moment, he saw a touch of pink.

Lin Yan: "My waist is relatively sensitive, so it may be a little uncomfortable to be stared at."

While he was speaking, the young man's waist tightened unconsciously because of Sanning's gaze.

Sanning's voice was a little hoarse for some reason. He clasped the hand hanging by his leg and asked, "Isn't it okay to just look at it without touching it?"