Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

"What is he doing in there?"

System: "It seems to be taking a bath."

Zuo Yan immediately withdrew his hand, do not look at evil, what if he sees something and suddenly gets sick again.

"It is said that these artists have eccentricities. Xie Yao's eccentricity is taking a bath before painting?"

For example, some people like to keep a bunch of rotten apples in the drawer, and they love to smell the rotten smell every day to get inspiration.

There are also writers who have to strip themselves naked and sit on the toilet to create...

The system replied, "It's possible, according to the data, he does have this habit."

Zuo Yan looked back, sat on the ground, and looked at the painting in front of him.

The only thing now is that he doesn't know what Xie Yao's mental illness is thinking.

Just like this person suddenly became abnormal just now, and then suddenly recovered.

"System, are you sure there is no problem with the target spirit in the real world?"

System: "I'm sure."

Zuo Yan picked his claws, "That means you haven't found it yet, remember to check when you go back."

The system didn't speak, and there was another crackling sound.

After a moment of silence, Zuo Yan asked, "Gu Zheng, how did you die?"

System: "Suicide."

"Nonsense, I also know it's suicide."

Zuo Yan scratched his head, forget it, don't think about that anymore.

After a while, "Hasn't he finished washing yet?"

Just take a shower, but there is no sound at all.

System: "He seems to be diving."

There were several huge question marks on Zuo Yan's head, diving in the bathroom, whether there was something wrong with his brain or something wrong with the system.

After thinking about it, I decided to check it out.

Opening the door, several clothes were neatly placed on the ground, but no one was seen.

Zuo Yan walked over, his little heart throbbed and struggled.

In the bathtub, Xie Yao was lying on his back, the water passed over his head and body, and he was looking at the ceiling with his eyes open.

"Is this what you call diving?"

System: "Yes."

Zuo Yan: ...why do you think this system is getting more and more stupid.

System: "Your expression betrayed you."

Zuo Yan had a serious expression on his face, "Seeing that we got to know each other once, I'll pay you for the next repair."

System: "By the way, help me change my eyes."

Zuo Yan: "...you're welcome."

The person in the bathtub didn't seem to sense that there was a person standing beside him, Zuo Yan sized him up and asked, "How long has he been in this position?"

System: "Start when you change clothes."

"Don't tell me sooner!"

After such a long time, it is estimated that I will die!

Zuo Yan squatted by the bathtub, and just touched his shoulder with his hand.

The eyes of the people inside moved.

Before Zuo Yan could exert his strength, a big hand appeared on his arm, and the next moment he fell into the bathtub.

He was unprepared when he was pulled down, Zuo Yan gulped it down all at once, his expression changed at that time.

What he poured into his stomach was this man's bath water!

Zuo Yan struggled to remember, but his arms were wrapped around him, and he was trapped in the man's arms.

When I want to breathe, there is water in my nasal cavity.

Zuo Yan's face was very close to the other person's, Xie Yao's mouth was curled into a smile, and his eyes were fixed on him.

"Damn it! This man is sick again!"

There was a pain in the chest, a feeling of being suffocated, his hands and feet were bound, Zuo Yan had only one way to avoid drowning.

Facing the face that was close at hand, Zuo Yan closed his eyes, opened his mouth and bit it.

Xie Yao dodged subconsciously, and suddenly his body froze for a moment.

Zuo Yan felt the touch in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue touched a slightly hard object.

Xie Yao's eyes gradually deepened, and a greasy object licked his Adam's apple tian* twice.

Zuo Yan felt the thing move up and down, he opened his eyes and found himself biting the man's neck.

Zuo Yan took a hard bite out of avenging old and new grudges.

As expected, his limbs felt loose, Zuo Yan hurriedly supported the edge of the bathtub and got up.

And Xie Yao got up together.

The current posture is that Xie Yao is sitting in the bathtub, and he is sitting on the other side.

This position is very dangerous, Zuo Yan was about to run, but was quickly pulled back.

The white shirt was stuck to the body in a mess, making someone's breathing heavy.

Xie Yao wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, and clasped the back of his neck with the other.

There was a trace of blood around the Adam's apple.

What happened next was not what Zuo Yan expected.

He thought that Xie Yao wanted to kill him, but now it is no different from killing him.

The jeans floated in the corner of the bathtub, looking a little lonely.

When Xie Yao saw Pikachu's underwear on his body, he chuckled lightly.

Then Pikachu was split in half and left alone with the jeans.

There was obviously body wash next to it, but some people just turned a blind eye to it.

Xie Yao likes being in the water very much, and the moment when the feeling of suffocation in the water comes, he is more inspired.

Zuo Yan was pulled into the water, and every time he was almost out of breath, another pair of lips would stick against him, a little bit of air was not enough at all.

When Xie Yao looked at the young man chasing his lips, his smile deepened.

Zuo Yan felt like a small boat, drifting and drifting, the big waves kept hitting him, but it never capsized.

Until he was about to approach the shore, a big wave hit him, the hull tilted, and it was about to be dangerous, but he turned a blind eye to the waves that had been surrounding him.

Until the boat was filled with water, the hull sank.

Zuo Yan came out of the water with his neck bitten, breathing was a luxury for him.

The lights dimmed in front of his eyes.

The man next to his ear seemed to be talking about something, his brain was still immersed in the previous sense of suffocation, and it was working slowly.

My eyes slowly turned black.

Xie Yao put him on the bed, when he reached out to unbutton his shirt, he suddenly stopped.

The wet water soaked the sheets, and after a few seconds, Xie Yao came back to his senses, took off his shirt, and walked out with the Chen shirt.

Standing in front of the painting of the blood-stained boy again, Xie Yao recalled the boy's expression.

The blank space on the boy's face in the painting finally has content.

Xie Yao stopped writing, looked and looked, his face was gloomy, he suddenly picked up the knife, and cut off the work he liked very much before.

The air seemed to have condensed, Xie Yao was spinning the knife in his hand.

His eyes unconsciously looked at the drenched shirt next to him.

A few minutes later, Xie Yao returned to the bedroom.

While looking at the boy on the bed, he was writing on the canvas.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy on the canvas gradually took shape.

The young man curled up, the wide white shirt on his body, the wet part was stuck to his skin.

The whole body is turned in a light pink, only on the half-exposed slender neck, stained with a hint of bewitching red...