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"Chaosheng."

Shen Chaosheng's scalp was numb by Gu chaoluo, and he was stiff on the back of his chair and looked up at him.

“…… Well. "

"Since you think it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" Gu chaoluo's powerful aura suddenly disappeared, "let's let the two male masters get together well."

Shen Chaosheng widened his eyes and watched the beast in the dark show its original shape under the sunlight. It turned out to be a soft little milk dog, wagging its tail and narrowing its eyes to smile at him.

Shen Chaosheng: Now is the heart tired, very tired heart.

"How are you? Brother Chaosheng

Gu chaoluo's last two words of "brother" were heavily bitten. His hand also reached Shen Chaosheng's back neck along his shoulder, and kneaded it twice. It seemed that he was aware that his stiffness was helping him to dredge his muscles and bones.

Shen Chaosheng: He had never had such a strong impulse to greet his aunt Gu.

The result of Shen Chaosheng's fear was that Gu Chao, who had intended to sleep until 3-00 p.m., was pulled out of bed by Shen Chaosheng, who had a dark face, at 1:00 p.m.

"Still sleeping? My dear brother

Gu chaoluo lets Shen Chaosheng pull him up and says "um" unwillingly.

"Don't sleep! Gu chaoluo! Get up and work

Half an hour later, Gu chaoluo sits in Shen Chaosheng's studio, holding a computer and yawning.

"Ah ~"

Gu chaoluo yawned, grabbed a handful of hair, put his chin on the computer, and looked at Shen Chaosheng, who was sitting in front of the digital board, trying to draw.

"Chaosheng!"

Shen Chaosheng was absorbed in drawing the mirror and ignored him at all. Gu chaoluo continued to talk to him.

"You don't want an assistant to paint? Wow, how wonderful you are

Shen Chaosheng's pen did not stop and turned a deaf ear to Gu chaoluo's Rainbow fart.

"Chao Sheng, are your painting hands different from those of us ordinary people? And your brain. Don't you think you're a fairy when you think about the scene? Chaosheng, Chaosheng

Shen Chaosheng still kept the posture of sitting there drawing. Gu chaoluo straightened up and twisted twice to attract his attention, but it didn't help.

"Chaosheng!"

Gu chaoluo put down his computer and crept around Shen Chaosheng. He stood behind him and watched Shen Chaosheng's paintings for a while.

"Wow Gu chaoluo bent over Shen Chaosheng's ears and exclaimed, "Chaosheng, are your hands open?"

After finishing the last stroke of the character, Shen Chaosheng suddenly threw the pen aside, reached back, grabbed Gu chaoluo's shoulder and pulled him forward.

Gu Chaosheng, who had been in a hard position, gave a "wow" sound and was held by Shen Chaosheng and carried it to his shoulder. He grabbed the clothes on Shen Chaosheng's chest again.

The sweater Shen Chaosheng was wearing was also baggy. It slipped under his shoulder as soon as he pulled it, and there was a strong tendency to continue sliding.

Gu chaoluo pulls Shen Chaosheng's sweater in his hand to stop the cry. When he raises his head, he looks at Shen Chaosheng from the waist holding him.

"Keep calling."

Shen Chaosheng took Gu chaoluo's waist in one hand and firmly grasped his legs with the other hand. "You'd better shout louder."

Gu chaoluo is softened by Shen Chaosheng's indifferent eyes for a second. He pretends to be very pitiful, bites his lower lip and pulls Shen Chaosheng's clothes.

But because he was confined to Shen Chaosheng's waist, Shen Chaosheng's clothes would slide down after pulling them up.

"Gee..."

Gu chaoluo reaches out and grabs Shen Chaosheng's collar to help him keep his balance.

After two seconds of confrontation, Shen Chaosheng strode to the side of the stool.

There was no sofa in the studio workshop. Shen Chaosheng bent down and threw Gu chaoluo on the stool he had just sat on.

Gu chaoluo was still holding Shen Chaosheng's clothes when he was put down by Shen Chaosheng. This one accidentally pulled Shen Chaosheng's clothes under his shoulder.

Shen Chaosheng looked down at the sweater that had fallen to his waist and said, "Wow