Overturning the Male God Daily

tting Gu Yang in.

Usually, Fan Yuan always insisted on taking Gu Yang to study with him, and the sometimes he didn’t take Gu Yang with him, there was definitely a problem.

Gu Yang controlled the flower stem and carried him close to the door of the study, and knocked on the door.

It was unclear what Fan Yuan was doing in the study, he didn’t open the door for Gu Yang.

Gu Yang sat cross-legged on the flower stem, frowning as he looked at the closed study door.
In fact, he could control the flower stem to get into the crack of the door and open the door, but Fan Yuan would definitely be unhappy.

In the end, Gu Yang could only go back to the bedroom dejectedly.
With a disappointed look on his face, he slumped onto the bed, kicking his legs out of boredom.

Just kicking his legs twice, Gu Yang suddenly sat up.

He turned his head and looked at the bedside table.
The first drawer of the bedside table was locked.

Gu Yang’s gaze turned.
He saw Fan Yuan’s overcoat thrown aside again, and then a smirk slowly rose on Gu Yang’s small face.

Fan Yuan locked the things that Pan Fei gave him back then in that drawer, no matter how much he begged Fan Yuan, Fan Yuan refused to show him.

During this period of time, because he became smaller, Fan Yuan relaxed his vigilance towards him.

Gu Yang immediately controlled the flower stem, found the key from Fan Yuan’s coat pocket, and used the key to open the drawer of the bedside table.

In the drawer was a USB flash drive and a thick black notebook.

Gu Yang looked at the notebook, he wanted to open it very much, but he was afraid of offending Fan Yuan, so he gave up in the end, he just controlled the flower stem and took out the USB flash drive.

There was a laptop in the bedroom.
Gu Yang controlled the flower stems to wrap around the laptop and put it on the bed.
He opened the lid of the laptop with both hands, pressed the switch, and plugged in the small USB drive.
He felt a little excited.

Gu Yang rubbed his little hands and opened the folder in the USB flash drive.

“Panfei 38 styles? What is this?”

After speaking, Gu Yang couldn’t wait to open the folder, and found that there were pictures that were shrunk down one after another.
He clicked on the first one, and the suddenly enlarged picture immediately brought a huge shock to Gu Yang.

He looked at the two overlapping people in the picture, his little face gradually turned red, and the temperature on his body began to rise.

Gu Yang took a deep breath and flipped through them one by one.
The more he looked, the more surprised he became, and the more he blushed.
He reached out and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his small clothes, and fanned cool air with his small hands.

But even so, he still felt that his whole body was getting hotter and hotter, and the heat spread with his limbs, and finally gathered in his chest.

He never imagined that what Pan Fei gave him would be such a miraculous thing, and what made him even more dizzy was that Fan Yuan had seen these things a long time ago, and locked the small USB drive in a drawer to not let him see.

Gu Yang stood up, pulled the lid of the laptop to close with two small hands, and sat cross-legged on it, but his mind was always recalling those 38 pictures over and over again unconsciously.

The more he wanted to control himself not to think, the more he became addicted and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The flower stalks in the bedroom showed Gu Yang’s heart, and they also became agitated, climbing on the wall and slowly growing and spreading outward.

Dots of green light gradually diffused in the bedroom, floating in the air, and gathered on Gu Yang’s body little by little.

In the hazy green light, Gu Yang’s figure gradually expanded, and finally returned to his previous body shape.

After the green light dissipated, Gu Yang held his forehead with one hand, and opened his eyes after a while.
The emerald green pupils were particularly conspicuous under the dim light of the bedroom.

He looked down at his hands and muttered to himself, “I got bigger again…”

Then Gu Yang’s eyes lit up, he stood up and pulled out a large shirt from Fan Yuan’s closet, put it on, quickly fastened a few buttons, and because of his anxiety, the buttons were all wrong.
Finally he pulled out a pair of underpants, got up, held the small USB flash drive, and rushed out barefoot.

Gu Yang came to the door of the study with the USB flash drive, raised his hand and began to knock on the door.

“Fan Yuan! Fan Yuan! Look what I found! You secretly looked at these things behind my back and didn’t let me see them!”

Gu Yang kept knocking on the door, the sound of knocking on the door was obviously different from the previous knocking on the door with a small body, Fan Yuan could hear the difference, finally opened the door of the study, and saw a man standing at the door wearing a large shirt with crooked buttons.

The next moment, a USB flash drive was held up in front of Fan Yuan by Gu Yang.
Gu Yang smiled with a pair of emerald green eyes, with a smug look on his face.

“Fan Yuan, you! How many times did you say you peeked at this thing behind my back? Unexpectedly, you usually are so serious, but…”

Fan Yuan interrupted Gu Yang: “I didn’t peek, I only saw it once.”

After speaking, he took the USB flash drive from Gu Yang’s hand, turned around and approached the study, and locked the USB flash drive in the study drawer again.

Gu Yang was a little dissatisfied when he saw this: “What’s wrong with looking, we’re all adults, seeing it won’t make us lose a piece of meat…”

Having said that, Gu Yang suddenly lowered his tone, leaned in front of Fan Yuan, and breathed into Fan Yuan’s black eyes.

“Fan Yuan, you are not embarrassed, are you?”

Fan Yuan pushed Gu Yang away, took a step back and leaned against the large desk.

Only then did Gu Yang see an easel standing beside the desk, covered with a white cloth, so he couldn’t see what was painted inside.

Fan Yuan crossed his arms, looked at Gu Yang, and preached in a cold voice:

“Gu Yang, you are just a senior in high school, and so am I.
The most important thing now is to study.
Before the college entrance examination, don’t think too much about anything.”

Gu Yang curled his lips and muttered: “Old fashioned.”

As he said that, Gu Yang suddenly walked to the easel in three steps, and yanked off the white cloth covering the easel.

Fan Yuan seemed to have expected that Gu Yang would do this, and did not stop him.

Gu Yang looked at the easel expectantly, the white cloth fell, revealing a blank space on the canvas, nothing was painted on it.

Next to it was the paint that had been prepared a long time ago.
It was obvious that Fan Yuan really wanted to paint something, but for some reason he stayed in the study for so long, but he never started to paint.

Looking at the blank canvas, Gu Yang suddenly tilted his head to look at Fan Yuan.

“Fan Yuan, you want to draw a picture? Why don’t you draw me? I’ll be your model.”

As he spoke, Gu Yang walked over to the desk and climbed up, sitting cross-legged on the black desk.
He pulled down the hem of his shirt and straightened it, his slightly long black hair falling loosely on his neck.
His emerald eyes half-closed, he looked a bit shy as he gazed at Fan Yuan, his fair skin taking on a faint pinkish hue.

Looking at Gu Yang like this, Fan Yuan was silent for a moment, then walked to the easel, picked up the brush and began to draw.

He had to look at Gu Yang when he drew two strokes, and the heat that had dissipated from Gu Yang’s body began to gather again with his focused gaze.

Gu Yang glanced wildly, and landed on the brushes scattered on the corner of the desk.

He looked at the paintbrush and thought for a moment.
He reached for the thinnest paintbrush, leaned over and dipped it into the paint palette in Fan Yuan’s hand.
He casually unbuttoned one more button on his shirt that was already unbuttoned, and slightly opened the shirt to reveal his fair chest.

Gu Yang held the paintbrush, turned his fingertips, and was about to write on his chest.
Just as the pen tip was about to touch his skin, Fan Yuan stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

Fan Yuan looked down at Gu Yang, and pulled his hand, taking the paintbrush away.

“What are you up to?”

Gu Yang raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth at Fan Yuan, revealing to Fan Yuan a most familiar cute smile.

“Since you want to paint me, of course it has to be special.”

With that said, Gu Yang turned to hand the brush in his hand to Fan Yuan.

“Here, write it for me.”

Gu Yang pointed to his exposed chest:

“Right here, as before, write your name.”

Fan Yuan took the paintbrush, and his gaze fell on Gu Yang’s chest.
The skin there was fair and smooth.
It used to have his name Fan Yuan on it.

The shirt was loosely opened.
Fan Yuan was standing by the desk, he could see a few tooth marks with a bright red background on the back of Gu Yang’s shoulders and neck.

Gu Yang watched Fan Yuan turn the brush.
Thinking that Fan Yuan was about to write on his chest, his heart beat faster and he became nervous.

Unexpectedly, Fan Yuan changed hands and threw the brush into the bucket, the bucket splashed, and the paint on the brush spread in the water.

Gu Yang looked at the bucket, feeling a little disappointed:

“Why…don’t you write?”

His emerald green eyes looked at Fan Yuan.
His raised neck was slender and fragile, and he opened it to Fan Yuan defenselessly.

Fan Yuan raised his fingertips and lightly touched the corners of Gu Yang’s eyes.

Gu Yang blinked, and the eyelash feathers of the same color as the pupils trembled, like a pair of butterflies fluttering their wings.

The slightly cool fingertips moved down slowly, across Gu Yang’s cheeks, past his neck, and finally stopped on his chest.

On the chest, with fingertips sliding slowly, horizontally and vertically, Fan Yuan was writing his name with his fingertips.

Fan Yuan lowered his head and approached Gu Yang’s ear, his warm breath blowing over Gu Yang’s ear.

“The paint is poisonous.”

Gu Yang couldn’t help raising his hands, one hand climbed onto Fan Yuan’s arm, and the other hand grabbed Fan Yuan’s shirt.

He lowered his eyelids, closed his eyes slightly, and felt the direction of the strokes on his chest.

The word Fan Yuan, a total of twenty-six strokes, was gently written on Gu Yang’s chest one by one, but it seemed to take thousands of years to finish writing the twenty-six strokes.

Fan Yuan made the last stroke, straightened his body, and looked at Gu Yang who was in a daze.

He raised his hand and slowly unbuttoned Gu Yang’s buttons one by one.
Gu Yang turned his head sideways, closed his eyes, and trembled slightly.

Fan Yuan unbuttoned all the buttons of the large shirt on Gu Yang’s body, aligned the missing buttons, and re-buttoned them one by one, from bottom to top, until the last one.

After fastening the buttons, Fan Yuan stepped back, but Gu Yang grabbed his sleeve.

Gu Yang raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were full of doubts.

“You writing like this, I can’t see it.”

Fan Yuan gently pushed away Gu Yang’s hand, walked back to the easel, picked up the brush, and focused on Gu Yang who was sitting on the black desk.

“I can see.”

“Gu Yang, you have my mark on your body, only I can see it.”

Gu Yang’s eyelashes trembled slightly.
He lowered his eyes, sat on the table obediently, and stopped asking.

Fan Yuan waved the paintbrush and drew very quickly, and gradually there were some outlines on the canvas.

On the canvas, on the dark desk, sat a fair-skinned young man.
The young man had emerald green eyes, loose black hair, and distinctive green eyelashes.
He was wearing a large shirt, but the buttons were fastened.
The shirt was too big, and from the edge of the wide neckline, a few black writings down the collarbone could still be seen.

Behind him was a closed window, surrounded by boundless blackness, but his eyes were clear and bright.

He had wings to fly, and he had an exit to leave, but he was willing to stay here.

This painting was finally hung in the cage house at the end of the corridor.
This was the first painting in the cage house, but not the last one.

Gu Yang accompanied Fan Yuan, watched him hang the painting inside, watching him close the iron door and lock it.

The lines on the iron gate were treacherous, locking the sincerity that the devil was willing to take out.

Seeing Fan Yuan standing there without moving after locking the door, Gu Yang reached out and grabbed Fan Yuan’s hand.

“Fan Yuan?”

Fan Yuan finally turned his head, his black eyes were half down, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

“It’s okay, let’s go, it’s time to sleep.”

Gu Yang nodded, obediently took Fan Yuan’s hand and walked beside him.

Behind the two people, the voice-activated lights in the corridor were extinguished one by one, completely sinking the huge iron door engraved with strange patterns into darkness.