Quickly wear it and I have it again

Experts say that when the distance between two people is so close that there is no so-called distance, the breath and heartbeat of the other party will be doubled and transmitted to the perception of the other party.

And even the slightest changes in the body will also be transmitted through the skin and nerves, without hiding.

At this time, Chuhe recognized the remarks of the "Brick House" for the first time.

Because now, on his strong muscles and smooth skin, he slowly felt the subtle teasing from that day that was almost negligible.

Strange to say.

Lying on the dragon bed with his eyes closed and his cheeks flushed, the manga artist really looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, which aroused an indescribable desire in Chu He's body.

conquer?

pity?

It's hard to say what kind of feeling it is, but it makes Chuhe have a kind of excitement and excitement seeping from the soul.

Like a bloodthirsty wolf whose nature has been suppressed, he finally saw a piece of fresh meat that made his index finger move, and could no longer control his wildness.

The key point is that this piece of fresh meat is still a piece of living meat.

Perhaps under the camera, when most of his body was covered by the Chu River, Dangwu adapted to the state of the character being acupunctured, and his whole body did not move at all.

But outside the camera, Chuhe could feel a signal of surprise and joy emanating from this body from time to time.

It was like a little ant that came out of Dang Wu's body, carrying a little turmoil in his blood, a little turmoil in his soul, from the part where he was closely connected with the Chu River, it got into the Chu River again body of.

Although there is only the smallest intrusion, the soreness and itchiness like being bitten by a small bug makes Chuhe feel as if there is a cluster of small flames, which start to burn from one of the most hidden parts of the body without knowing it. rise.

The actor's skills allowed his body movements and expressions to move forward in strict accordance with the script's instructions.

He expressed to the emperor his emotions that had been suppressed for ten years, sometimes gently and sometimes harshly.

He bit his lip and gnawed his neck.

He was so excited that he couldn't hold himself back, he pinched Dangwu's body green while rolling, leaving traces everywhere from top to bottom.

He couldn't tell whether he was Chu He in reality or Xiao Yi in the script.

He also couldn't tell whether the man under him was the cartoonist he had admired for a long time, or the emperor in the script.

All he knew was that in the unknowingly role-playing, the artifact that he had kept hidden all along, revealed itself in the unknown fusion of the two.

That's right, for Chuhe, the name Zheng Dangwu was definitely not familiar because he adapted his book as a script this time.

In other words, Zheng Dangwu has long been a unique existence in the private life other than the actor of Chuhe.

Because Comrade Chu He, the film king, is a fan who likes to collect meat comics and is obsessed with them in his radiant, glamorous, glamorous and cold private life.

Those anime images that are extremely attractive and full of sexual images seem to subtly agree with his wild heart hidden in private.

Perhaps, this is the male, this is the man.

No matter how upright and gentlemen they seem on the surface, they are rigorous and dignified.

But in the dark bedroom, on the big bed that no one knows, under the quilt, there are always some thoughts that cannot be known to others, some of the most real but most incredible thoughts in human nature, exist and breed.

They imagined in their minds to their heart's content, and dreamed secretly in their half-dream and half-awake state.

Those imaginations are very gloomy, and they may be very lustful, but in the minds of most men, these obscene imaginations do not represent their true moral values.

They will not combine their actions with these thoughts in their real life.

All kinds of imaginations that are not seen in the sun but have actually existed are just that many ordinary people use fantasy to add some ambiguous colors to their lives.

Therefore, it seems not surprising that Chuhe, who is like a male god in front of people, loves these sex-filled cartoons the most in private.

Among the large number of comics collected by Chuhe, the seven comics published under the pseudonym of 'Taichangjun' were the ones that surprised him at first sight, fell in love with them, and finally regarded them as treasures.

The first comic that Chu He saw that afternoon was the one "I'm Not a Monk Hua" that became a blockbuster when he was just a fledgling.

When the small gong, an artifact beyond the imagination of the world in the comics, first caught his eyes, Chu He's performance really fit the saying that people often say, and he was surprised.

He stared dumbfounded at the terrifying artifact that shot into the sky on the screen, completely ignoring that his valuable glasses fell to the ground and broke the lenses.

The storefront of that comic shop in Japan is very large, and the criss-crossing bookshelves are like a medium-sized library.

In the quiet morning, there are very few people browsing and buying books. Everyone stands quietly by the bookshelf to choose, and rarely notices what others are doing.

Chuhe found an extremely inconspicuous corner, which was the innermost part of a row of large bookshelves, close to the corner, and could avoid everyone's sight.

He couldn't wait to flip through the comic book page after page.

Every scene that made him close his mouth, every movement that made him unable to close his legs, made Chuhe in the corner unconsciously breathe harder.

He knew why he found such a corner to read this comic.

Because he can no longer control his body.

He no longer had the patience to take it back to the hotel to appreciate it, because he never imagined that someone in this world would draw such a small Gong with inhuman features.

You must know that he once half-desperately and half-proudly thought that a person like himself with an inhuman artifact probably didn't exist in this world.

After unknowingly flipping through the manga several times, Chu He closed the book, calmed down for a while, and finally slowly put the artifact that had been on the shelf back to its original place.

His heart was filled with incomparably erotic images one after another.

And on that picture, besides the lustful body of the characters that can make him have endless fantasies, there is also a place that makes him feel more and more ignorant the more he looks at it.

That was the face of the artifact Xiao Gong.

Although the protagonist of that book is a monk who doesn't know how old he is, with a shiny bald head.

But on that handsome face, Chuhe felt an inexplicable and slightly embarrassing familiarity.

Yes.

In the manga, this artifact Xiaogong has a face that is very similar to his own.

After returning from Japan, Chuhe began to pay attention to this painter named 'Taichang Jun'.

At the very beginning, what he paid attention to was only the works that the painter kept putting out.

This is a very prolific author.

In less than three years, he published seven comic books in succession.

From the first "I'm Not a Flower Monk" to the later "The King Holds Me to Patrol the Mountain" to the last "My Husband is a Robot", the release of each comic has caused considerable repercussions in the animation industry .

Especially in the later stage, the imagination of the painter becomes more unrestrained and open-minded.

Chuhe carefully collects several editions of each comic and neatly displays them in his study.

And on the bedside of his bedroom, there are also these seven comics, including the latest "Robot", which accompany him through the long, lonely nights every day.

Many times, while looking at those wonderful pictures, he imagined and expanded the plots that were not in those pictures in his mind.

He found that the Taichang Lord seemed to like his appearance very much.

Because every comic book has its own obvious charm, regardless of its identity or appearance.

Chuhe couldn't understand it.

Even if this painter named Taichang Jun is his fan, and subconsciously substitutes his favorite idols into his works when creating, how can he have such an amazing imagination, and even think that there will be hidden in himself? What about an inhuman artifact like that?

It's incredible!

As these cartoons became more and more familiar, Chu He found that he seemed to have formed a very strange habit.

That is, whenever I fall asleep, I always have some weird dreams.

In the dream, I merged with those artifacts, playing the leading role in one weird and vivid story after another, to welcome a cute little shou who broke into my world.

This kind of dream started, like a car that couldn't be stopped, and continued in Chuhe's life unstoppably.

Slowly, Chuhe discovered that in those weird dreams, each little shou was always himself, and that cute little shou, who was refurbished and elf, seemed to always have a face of his own.

It's just that the face always seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

until one day.

When Chu He was working as a volunteer in an orphanage, when he was helping to sort out the old orphan files in the orphanage, he suddenly found a photo of a teenager in one of the files.

At that moment, there seemed to be a very strange force that firmly attracted his gaze to that somewhat old photo.

Chuhe knew that it was the face in this photo that attracted his attention.

Because although this face is immature, it has a pair of phoenix eyes that I am very familiar with in my dream.

The appearance of this face when it grows up must be the face that entangles me in dreams every night.

To his surprise, this orphan was very famous in the yard.

He was trained in the courtyard, a promising child who is rare.

Now, he is a famous cartoonist named Zheng Dangwu.