Chapter 24

I didn't tell Tingting what I saw that night, just because I had a kind heart. After all, I had that experience, and I hope that all the people who are experiencing and suffering in the world can get happiness.

Although love is beautiful, it also has heavy responsibilities. What's more, it's your own family. You can't ruin your blood relationship just because of a temporary pleasure.

Those who only pursue sexual happiness and dare not take responsibility cannot understand the blood connection between relatives. Only by truly loving can they taste the fusion and happiness of sexual intercourse based on family affection

A bloodline is connected to each other; the same root and vein are integrated with flesh and blood, this is the highest state of love

These days, everyone at home is busy, but I look deserted

I wanted to go to Tingting's university several times, but I didn't go there. I squatted at home alone, either watching TV or helping with the housework.

The Bo family has a strong cultural atmosphere, and all the furniture looks simple and quaint, looking elegant and generous.

The decorations of each room are suitable for their own personality. Unconsciously, I walked into Zijun's boudoir, which exuded a strong fragrance. Girls always like to dress up their rooms beautifully. Seeing that the dressing table was a little messy, I sorted it out for her.

This child has always been very casual and doesn't pay much attention to dressing. He pays attention to maintaining his figure, which may be related to her hobbies

The drawer of the dressing table was half open. When she closed it for her, she found a stack of nude paintings inside. She curiously picked it up, but found that it was Zijun's. I just heard that Zijun had made a nude model for Hongyu, but it was only on the verbal level and I didn't see her in person.

Zijun has a good figure, the ratio between the upper body and the lower body is evenly symmetrical, the two plump breasts are tall and straight, and the shallow round navel on the lower abdomen is straight and beautiful, especially the clump of pubic hair is like a trimmed in an inverted triangle extending downward, covering the entire legs. Maybe it was the painter who did it on purpose, or maybe Zijun deliberately poses this position. In short, the woman's secret is there.

The second picture is a sitting posture, with a graceful and elegant posture, generous and steady appearance, with long hair draped on the chest, covering both nipples casually, and a line of small words below: Please Jun Yazheng

It seems to be left by the painter

The third youthful breath came to my face, it seemed to be sketching in the wild

Zijun stretched out her body, her expression was shy and frowned. Her breasts leaned forward. Because her legs were spread apart, her pubic hair was a little flamboyant. The privacy between her thighs was clearly visible, and even the gaps were outlined.

The following is also a line of small characters: Hongyu gave him to you, obviously it was done by Zijun's father Hongyu

There is also a line of small characters below: You send Hongyu

The meanings implied in it are very clear, they are all conveying information

As soon as I saw this, I heard the door ringing, followed by Zijun's voice

Hongyu - I went to the studio first. I walked out quickly, but I saw Hongyu holding Zijun's hand towards the next wall

I'll go to the bathroom and Hongyu let her go

Zijun is cute and bad things! You have to clean up, otherwise - Hongyu looks at Zijun

Isn't that? Zijun digged his mouth and used the language between their father and daughter, and said and put on his hair. Hurry up. I know. It's three o'clock in the afternoon. It should be all the time for class. What do they come back to do? It seems that they want to do paintings. Could it be that Zijun is a model for Hongyu at this time?

That's right, after all, it's a father and daughter, and it's impossible to be in school. There will definitely be someone pointing fingers and talking nonsense.

Hongyu was in the bathroom for a while, then brushed his teeth in a hurry, then looked in the mirror for a while, and then left

I felt curious in my heart, and I always wanted to discover it, but I didn't dare to sit there. I remembered that I heard Zijun want Hongyu to be my boyfriend that night, and when they saw the two of them kissing each other, I guessed that there must be a story between them. Thinking of this, I finally couldn't sit still and quietly went to the next door.

The studio is big and bright, quiet, without any movement

Slowly approaching the past, I found that they were blocked with window screens. I looked at it with regret. Although I was eager to try, there was no way.

Why are you doing so tightly? There must be a ghost. I was reluctant to go around there and suddenly saw a glimmer of hope on the window connecting to the bedroom. Maybe it was negligence, maybe it was not time to check it carefully, a corner of the window screen was rolled up and quietly leaned over.

What I saw was like? Zijun stood there naked, and since he was sideways, he could only see the side.

Hongyu was preparing a brush. The brush was thick and soft, and looked like a prop. The tip of the pen was covered with soft hair, covered with various colors.

Hongyu - Zijun shouted his father's name directly, why did he suddenly think of painting? Hongyu raised his head, they are all very enthusiastic recently, especially advertisers like to attract business, they use pornography as art, and use girls' bodies to blaspheme Hongyu picked up the pen and approached it. Pornography and art are only one step away, and painters and models will perform it. Bad! Zijun is cute, you artists are actually selling dog meat with sheep's heads, and nude art, but actually want to play with girls' bodies. You can think like this, but without the dedication of girls, artists cannot draw the delicious and spiritual human body. Don't move his pen has already drawn on Zijun's chest

What is drawn on it? Zijun was curious, but could only pose

Squirrel chases fruit Hongyu carefully outlined a few strokes, and the squirrel that had been vividly jumped on Zijun's snow-white ketone body, especially the front paw was actually placed on Zijun's breasts

Bad dad, is it mine - it's just a fruit? Zijun obviously realized his father's inspiration

Hongyu raised his head and looked at him with admiration, Jun, your wonderful thoughts are close to Nai Father. There are a few caterpillars in your heart, I don’t know yet Zi Jun smiled cleverly

Hongyu painted a squirrel, and dripped some ink, sprinkled a few strokes, and a rock stood in a rugged state.

Bad dad, are there pine cones? The pine cones have already had outlines. He lit the pen tip and pressed it on Zijun's breasts

Dad - Zijun's face was red, and she was whispering coquettishly, itchy. Hongyu grinded it a few more frivolously. This is art. A pine cone appeared vividly. Zijun's nipples happened to stand in the center, just like the front end of the pine cone that was not opened.

Who can still hold on to you? So, it’s not that artists are beasts, but artists are enjoying. Hongyu stood up and looked at it carefully. Jun, how about it? Zijun stood in front of the mirror, admiring, it looked quite like, especially the pine cone. This is thanks to you - Zijun turned around and looked affectionately, Hongyu, have you had ideas below? Of course! Hongyu didn’t think about it, in fact, I have wanted to outline a scene where the water is surging and the tide is rising and surging. Why?

Women are made of water, and water comes from there first. Dad, the water there is not because of a man. This is my intention. Jun, we all agree to each other. He helped Jun's body for a while.

My eyes widened. Although their father and daughter were naked, they talked about art from beginning to end. They could be said to be observing etiquette and ending with etiquette, and never crossed. Although Zijun's body looks so beautiful and charming to me, they all look so beautiful and charming.

Under Hongyu's guidance, Zijun's legs were slightly apart. I knew that in this position, the woman's privacy was fully exposed.

Zijun is indeed a little shy, just obediently maintaining that posture

Hongyu squatted down and scattered on Zijun's flat belly. The water immediately rippled and the waves rolled.

Turning the pen, following Zijun's legs, the shore force is naturally formed

I looked at Hongyu's brushwork was clever and his ideas were unique. If he took it out, it would undoubtedly surprise people, but on Zijun, this painting could only be hidden in the boudoir.

Hongyu-- Zijun shouted, "Are you okay?" Hongyu stopped and straightened his waist. You can take a look first. Zijun lowered his head and was surprised. Hongyu, can you bear such a big wave? Hongyu looks a little tired. Jun, I am willing to fly into the wave. Zijun looked shyly. The waves are so strong that they will drown you. No, I am your oar, and will ripple in your heart. How should I draw my heart? Zijun looked at that naked original ecology.

Of course, it is a clam growing in the deep sea. Bad man! You ride the wind and waves just for that clam? Jun, you are the clam covered with pearls hidden in the deep sea. I am the turtle picking clams. Zijun laughed, big turtle! He smiled at him with his eyebrows and eyes

Hongyu looked at the clam called, as if he was thinking about where to start.

Jun, there are lush seaweeds. From a simple stroke of Zijun's thick pubic hair, the clump of seaweeds seemed to flutter with the waves.

Zijun's place was surprisingly thick, with a bright red tongue spitting out, making me feel a little excited

Hongyu seemed confident, and his deep pen and ink were applied on Zijun's labia, and he picked them up one stroke at a time, and the delicious clams spitting saliva swam in the sea.

He seemed not happy yet, and suddenly inserted his brush into the clam meat and swept it gently

Hongyu - Hongyu - Zijun obviously can't stand that kind of flirting

Jun, I want the clam to spit out pearls Hongyu, do you want to pick them? Zijun closed his eyes excitedly

I want the turtle opera beads to change the purpose, and with Hongyu's hand, it actually stood up

Dad, I can no longer be artistic anymore Zijun moaned slightly

Then let's go forward, are you teasing girls like this? Art has always been lewd. Hongyu inserted the pen into it, and Zijun had already spitting white foam, like a clam spitting saliva

His other hand quickly took off his pants

Do you want to take a look at the turtle? A huge turtle poked out his head among the dense aquatic plants

Hongyu - You have already made an attempt. Zijun was surprised to caress the glans between his father's legs that was about to bite

Surprisingly and joyfully, it turns out that artists can express sex like this, which is more romantic and romantic than those rural wild men.

Hongyu had already painted a rocky turtle in his place, just waiting for Zijun's clam to form

Mr. Dad, although this turtle has always been having sex with you, he has never had this kind of artistic conception. Dad, you are just doing lustfulness in the name of art. Mr. Dad, sex is said to be lustful, but in fact it is an art. It depends on how you express it. Why is such a beautiful thing said to be dirty? I haven't heard anyone say that sex can bring pain to people. You always have reason. You convinced me in this way back then, and then - Jun, do you regret it? No! We are all the incarnations of art. Mr. Dad, what you said is always to us. We have transcended art and interpreted art. Zijun's eyes showed a delicate mèi, Hongyu, I hope you are spiritual. The huge turtle shook his head and peeked at the meat clams that were full of saliva.

Jun, he can do it. Hongyu cleverly used a brush to complete the last stroke on the meat leaves of the clam clam. He can pick the precious pearl inside the clam. Zijun shyly closed his thighs. How long do you want him to stay in it? Hongyu put down his brush and spread his arms. Jun, I want him to mature in your body. He put on a coat for Zijun, and the two looked at each other affectionately.

You are always like this, Zijun murmured, expressing his dissatisfaction with Hongyu

Jun, we all live for art. Only by reaching a state can we fully interpret that art and experience the sublimation of emotions in art. Hongyu Zijun snuggled gently. I am your original work and your eternal work.