The Villain Acts Recklessly [Fast Wear]

The red beads on his wrist rubbed against the floor lightly, and the composer who was in the bottleneck period at the moment seemed to have a steady stream of inspiration to compose music and fill in notes on the blank movement.

Like a violin piece filled with short notes, it is rushing and enthusiastic.

A stack of blank manuscript paper used to record inspiration on the desk case flew in mid-air due to the actions of the owner, and fell slowly, like a drifting snow.

Beads of sweat fell on the paper and wet the traces, and the paper in Lin Sui's hand was crumpled by him.

Yan Qin's heart was pounding, he couldn't think about who this person was and why he suddenly appeared in front of his door, there was only one thought in his mind.

In any case, keep it for yourself.

Yan Qin stepped on his unfinished score without any distress, and carried the young man to the bedroom.

"There is a piece of paper stuck on your back." Lin Sui took off a piece of paper from Yan Qin's back, and there was a piece of music score on it. He raised his lips and said, "As expected of the trump card composer Sui An, it is really amazing."

Under Yan Qin's gaze, the young man left a kiss on the paper, then let go of his hand, letting the paper fall to the ground.

This action caused an indescribable trembling sensation to explode in Yan Qin's mind. Yan Qin bit the young man's wrist, leaving marks on his wrist bone, and stared straight at him.

It was the excitement of being appreciated and mixed with restlessness. This person should be thinking about him at the moment, not his score.

He should have kissed himself, not the torn paper.

239 Amateur Singer x Ace Composer

The hot palms fit the delicate skin texture, like summer fireworks.

The straight and slender legs are curved and entangled loosely.

The unique melody interweaves long and chaotic tunes, and the cool lighting makes people's consciousness shake, just like staring at the mottled moon shadow.

The mysterious night visitor is cold, mysterious, malicious, but full of sweet temptation.

When the sunlight came in from the gap where the curtains were raised, Yan Qin suddenly opened his eyes.

He felt a little in a trance that everything last night was like an unreal dream, the moon in the mirror was like flowers in the water, like a sailor who went out to sea and saw the sea monster beside the reef, it was just a self-imagining in the moonlight, real and empty .

He looked at the mess on the bed and heard movement from outside the bedroom.

The young man in his clothes was fiddled with his beloved musical instruments, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand.

The black of the keyboard contrasts the fairness of the young man's skin, and the red of the guitar is exactly like the hickey marks on the young man's leg.

"Sorry, I don't ask for it. In fact, I borrowed your unopened toiletries. I hope you don't mind."

The young man raised the cup in his hand and slowly swallowed the warm milk.

"I also baked some toast, do you want to eat it together?"

The young man tilted his head and asked, he was too comfortable, as if this was his domain, not a stranger's house.

Yan Qin looked at him in a daze, and the other party seemed to acquiesce to his answer, and walked to the kitchen.

The young man was wearing his dark blue top. His clothes seemed a bit too wide for the young man, and could cover his legs.

As he walked, he could see that his legs were trembling slightly, as if he was a little unsteady.

Yan Qin was short of breath. He entered the bathroom and saw another toothbrush next to the cup. It was the same model as his. When he bought it, he bought it in a set for convenience.

This feeling of another person suddenly appearing in the house made him a little uncomfortable, and also a little strange itchy in his heart. He finished brushing his teeth absent-mindedly, turned on the cold water of the faucet, and let himself flush for a few minutes before his brain calmed down.

He wiped his wet hair, looked at his face in the mirror, and told himself to calm down.

He promised to write a song for that young man, and received a corresponding reward, as long as he wrote the song to him, and then... there was no contact.

Is that so, Yan Qin asked himself in his heart, and became a little uncontrollably upset, took a shower and walked out of the bathroom.

The young man looked at him with a piece of toast in his mouth. His lazy eyebrows and eyes were a little cute with such movements.

"You have nothing at home."

Yan Qin suddenly remembered that because he had retreated for too long during the bottleneck period, he had already eaten all the yellow oil, Thousand Island sauce, and jam at home, and he packed up the empty bottles and threw them out the door. There were only a few pieces of toast and a box left at home. milk.

It's time to buy, I don't know what he likes to match with toast... Yan Qin found himself distracted again, the feeling of being led by the nose was too vivid, after eating the toast slices handed over by the young man, he decided to Start the topic first.

"What kind of song do you want?"

"You can do whatever you want, I will sing whatever you write."

Lin Sui said indifferently, this was the reason why he came to Yan Qin, and he really didn't care about the style of the song.

Although he wanted to fulfill the original owner's wish, he was still not the original owner.

Lin Sui bent down and looked at the scattered inspirations on the table. They have different styles and are not bound to a certain one.

Yan Qin looked blankly at the young man with his back turned away, thinking that he did it on purpose.

Just like last night, standing in front of him and unbuttoning him.

Within the sight range, everything still has traces of yesterday's magnificence.

When Lin Sui straightened up, he touched some hard muscles on his back, and naturally leaned against his chest.

"Mr. Sui'an's song, do I need to pay twice?"