Dangerous Aesthetics

Chapter 60

Just when Olivan led Diana to open the door, he was slightly taken aback.

David laughed in his heart, that's right, now he just wants to see Olivan go crazy.

"Daddy...you're so dirty..." Diana pinched her nose and said, then looked at Olivier, "Daddy, why did Daddy become like this?"

Although he lost face in front of Diana, David said in his heart: This is how I am.

"Diana, go back and play in the house first. Uncle Neo will ask us to have dinner later."

"it is good."

After Diana left, the room fell silent.

Olivan bent down unhurriedly, and picked up the socks and napkins that were thrown on the ground.

David stared at the other party intently, but there was no unnecessary emotional ups and downs on the other party's face, until he slowly sat beside David.

"Does the back still hurt?"

"You'll know if it hurts if you try it!" David roared, and a few seconds later, Neo's burst of laughter came from downstairs.

Even the corners of Oliwen's lips curled up, and his face moved towards David, faintly wanting to kiss him again.

David immediately opened his mouth and breathed out all the smells of curry and pizza, vowing to smoke him until he vomited.

But just because he opened his mouth, Olivan caught him more easily, tossing and turning and kissed him enough.

David was dumbfounded, the other party finally raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "Actually, I like curry very much."

"Also, don't try to test my bottom line." Olivan reached out and rubbed David's hair, "I won't be so stupid as to lose my temper with you and create excuses for you to leave."

All of a sudden, David's nose was sore.

Don't say such things to me, I will really think that I am important to you.

"Go downstairs to eat, you haven't had a good conversation with Diana today."

At the dinner table, Neo expresses his sympathy for David with his eyes.

On the contrary, David calmed down a lot in the next few days, but every night when Olivan bullied him and hugged him tightly, he would feel very nervous as if he was facing an enemy.

Especially in the darkness where nothing can be seen, Olivan would kiss his pinnae, and sometimes along his spine to the tailbone, the implication was already obvious, but David closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep up.

During the day, Oliwen would stay in the studio. He seemed to have been very enthusiastic about creation, and the brush did not stop.

David thought he would be free for a moment, but Olivier had him taken to the studio.Even if David wants to go online, read wine magazines, or even release black raps, all in all, he has to stay in Olivan's studio.

At the beginning, David would deliberately say a lot of words, but Olivan would answer him every sentence, and later David couldn't find anything to say.

The window sill of the studio is European-style, and the morning sun is not dazzling. At first, David was leaning on a pillow and reading "Alice" sent to him by Olia. Called.

Olivan seemed to be unable to hear the sound of turning the pages of the book, so he turned his head to look at David, and found that he was leaning against the window sill and fell asleep.

The paintbrush stopped, and Olivan stared at David's lowered eyelids for a long time, then put down everything in his hand, and came to his side.

The magazine in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

David opened his eyes in a bewilderment. Before he woke up, the back of his head was lifted and his lips were sealed.

Olivan's kiss was gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking something fragile with too much force.

David subconsciously pressed his tongue, and Olivan clung to him.

The originally gentle flowing water burned like a star falling into it. David was hugged from the window sill by Olivan, and he put him on the wooden floor in the center of the studio while kissing him all the way.

David realized something, but Olivan took off his shirt long before he struggled, and directly strangled his wrists with his sleeves. Unlike the invitation before going to bed every night, his kisses and movements this time Although it is not rude, there is a sense that rejection will never be tolerated.

In the process of entering, Olivan was very patient, but when he was completely wrapped by David, he was like a wild horse running wild.

At first, David was able to hold back with gritted teeth, and it didn't take long before he moaned softly. Later, as if to make him make a sound, Olivan turned him over and over again and changed several positions.

There is cracking magma in my mind, and all the feelings in my body are controlled by the other party...

David opened his eyes slightly, and saw Olivan's expression of forgetfulness.

"David...David..." He pronounced his name forcefully, as if such possession was not enough for him, then hugged David and pressed hard against himself.

Ai's ending in doing this was that David's whole body was in pain because the board was too hard.

That afternoon, Olivan ordered a New Zealand wool rug from the manufacturer to spread on the floor of the studio.

David almost passed out because of this.

"You're out of your mind! That's the studio! How do you clean up the paint on the carpet!"

"Then buy it again," Olivan said indifferently, "as long as you lie comfortably."

"I don't want to lie in your studio at all!"

"But didn't you fall asleep today?"

"I will never fall asleep in your studio again!"

"Why? You look so beautiful when you're asleep."

David was speechless.

Soon, August came, the grape season, and David had a very valid reason to leave New York and return to Bordeaux.

David told Olivan about this and asked him to return his passport.

"Okay, I'll help you book a plane ticket in a moment, and we'll go to Bordeaux together." Olivan continued to draw his picture.

"...Didn't you have an art exhibition in England in August?"

"Just let the agent go instead of me."

David sighed and couldn't help but say, "Don't you feel tired of staying with me all the time?"

"No." Olivan's paintbrush twirled on the palette.

"But don't you think I need some privacy too?" David wanted to be alone right now if he could.For example, when he meets some wine collectors in New York, Olivan will definitely go with him.When Oulia invited him to a certain wine tasting, Olivan would even put down his emotionally drawn works.Now New York's high society is laughing at one thing, that is, where there is David Hovland, there will be Olivier Kane.

Some people have even half-jokingly said that Olivan is like Pushkin pursuing Natalia.

Fortunately, Olivan still had a stern and polite image in these social occasions. Although he talked more to David, he was not as completely intimate as another person like when he was at home.

"David, do you know that banks generally don't lend housing to people who are unable to repay or have bad credit?" Olivan asked softly.

"I know." David faintly knew what Olivan was going to say.

"Then you should know that your credit is not very good, so I can't let you go somewhere I can't see." Olivier smiled, and David seemed to be a child in front of him.

David picked up the book angrily and continued to read.

He's curled up on the white wool blanket with his back to Olivan, which is how he behaves when he's angry.

Oliwen looked sideways, looking at the exposed neck and the elegant curve of the back, his eyes gradually darkened.

"David."

"What are you doing!" David hated Olivan calling his name in that soft tone, as if David was the one making trouble for no reason.

"David..."

The voice became more slender, and the ambiguous filaments clung to the nerves of the brain.

David felt that Olivan was walking towards him, put down the book suddenly, got up and walked to the door quickly: "Go down and drink water!"

A week later, David flew back to France with Diana and Olivier.

Mrs. Linda was very happy to see Diana, she has been staying in the Bordeaux vineyard to manage the female workers.

As soon as David came back, he put down his luggage and went to the vineyard to check the ripeness, and discussed with Cole the appropriate picking time.

Olivan stood not far away, watching David wearing a shirt and overalls, similar to those of the grape planting workers.

The sun was a bit dazzling, and David's shirt was soon soaked with sweat, sticking to his body, outlining the lines of his shoulders and waist.

"Olivan!" David walked towards him with a small bunch of grapes, "Come and taste it, the acidity is still a bit too much now, after two weeks, the aftertaste will be sweet."

Olivan leaned down slightly, and David excitedly took one off and put it in his mouth.

"How about it? Pure natural and pollution-free!"

"Hmm." Olivan suddenly sucked David's lips, and passed the grape juice, and the same taste spread in the mouths of the two of them in an instant.

David quickly took a step back, and Olivan let him go in due time.

"Don't worry, no one saw it." Olivan's fingers brushed David's sweaty forehead, "I'll go to Bordeaux for a while, you can continue to work here."

David's heart missed half a beat. Olivan turned around and walked under the grape trellis. The sunlight passed through the gaps in the vines and passed over his figure over and over again.

Neo is right, Olivier is art in itself.

After leaving David's vineyard, Olivan took a car and came to a cemetery.

There is no damp and gloomy atmosphere, and the entire cemetery is covered by green grass.Occasionally, a few birds landed on the tombstone, turned their heads, and hummed a few words.