[The genius, sick and weak painter is attacked vs the venomous young master who criticizes the young master]
"Rose red" face paste is the foundation, and the studio becomes a Shura field in an instant.
"Tsk, are your eyes just for decoration?" Shen Xiangyang raised his eyes.
Song Yuan wedged the coins stained with chewing gum into the sewage, "Fourteen and eighty yuan, enough for you to buy a bandage!"
Shen Xiangyang used his backhand to smear "Rose Red" all over his face, and put the brush against his collarbone: "Classmate Song, you didn't look at the road."
In the first confrontation, Shen Xiangyang had a wooden thorn in his hand, his lower back was bruised, and the canvas was completely muddy.
Song Yu'an threw down the piece of paper with the palm print on it and mocked her face: "I'm cleared, I will be born with honors."
Everyone thinks:
Song Yuan is a mad dog that bites anyone who catches him.
Shen Xiangyang is a high-altitude flower who cannot be offended.
But no one knows:
The dark red blood spots that hit the wall paint in the corner of the studio made a certain fan's teeth sore after criticizing him madly.
No one even knows:
Shen Xiangyang looked at the mute adopted sister's allergic spots that were exactly the same as his own, and the cold pool in his eyes was bottomless.
The man who destroyed his mother... His surname was Song.
Song Yuan trapped people in a rainy night warehouse, "Using my sister to seek death?"
Shen Xiangyang gasped and retorted: "Go away, it's not your turn to deal with my affairs!"
Intimacy is the key to healing.
Song Yu'an gently stroked the old injury on his waist with his fingertips: "Does it still hurt?"
Shen Xiangyang pressed the tips of his teeth against the side of his neck, breathing hotly: "Shut up!"
When a mad dog meets a thorny rose, will it tear him apart or coexist?
"Shen Xiangyang, what kind of poison did you put on me?"
The mad dog's surrender began with the dazzling red paint on the wall.
"Song Yu'an, don't touch me."
The rose's defense collapsed and fell into the hot embrace of the warehouse on a rainy night.
Concept: The rose and the mad dog tame each other and bloom symbiotically in the brokenness.