Drama masters ask so much [Quick Transmigration]

"Wen Cheng..."

The shortness of breath made the calling of the name sticky.

"Keep calling me."

Wen Cheng's deep voice echoed in his ears, his voice was gentle and sexy, but his movements were brutal and effortless.

"...Wu Wencheng." Huo Hanchun lay down on the pillow and buried his face in it. He knew that he must be in a mess, and it was a bit embarrassing to be teared down.

"Crying?" Wen Cheng changed his position and let Huo Xuehan sit in his arms, then lifted Huo Shanhan's chin, looking at the blushing face.

The moist eyes glowed with water, which made his heart melt. The blush at the end of his eyes and the delicate skin that turned red at the touch were like stimulants, making him eager to ask for it, to take Hololol Squeeze thoroughly.

The temperature in the room kept rising, because the poor did not turn on the air conditioner, only the fan squeaked.

The touch of the body makes each other's sweat sticky, and even stickier sticks to the body. Sweat and desire are intertwined, and the heat is nothing, as long as they are closer to each other.

Huo Shanchun knew that he had fallen into a dream, because before going to sleep, he didn't touch Wen Cheng no matter how much he teased him, but Wen Cheng's dream was so unscrupulous, he really wanted to rush him to death.

He looked down at Wen Cheng in his arms, his eyes were so affectionate, as if this person had never left, as if he was so familiar that he was engraved into his soul and could never leave.

Even a dream made him nostalgic and didn't want to leave.

The more he thought about it, the less he wanted it to end.

At the beginning, he said that it would be a dream when it was over, but he had already loved it anyway.

But he didn't think that once a love started, it would run to death forever, and would not want to end, just wanting to go on like this forever.

"...Wen Cheng, do you love me?" He lowered his head against Wen Cheng's forehead and asked, choked with sobs.

"I love."

"How much love?"

The stickiness continued, the sobbing continued, and the love talk continued.

He didn't hear Wencheng's answer, but chose to answer him with his own body.

I don't know how long it took for his consciousness to start to blur, and the moment he closed his eyes from exhaustion, he vaguely heard something Wen Cheng said, and he wanted to hear it clearly, but his spirit could no longer support his sobriety.

Until it was quiet, the man's voice seemed to come from far away.

"My baby, where you can't see me, when you don't think of me, a long, long time ago, I have always loved you, never left, and I am overcoming all difficulties to come to you."

-

Hololol was awakened by the shock of the mobile phone, and he wanted to touch the mobile phone in a daze, but he didn't touch the mobile phone, but he did feel the chest muscles, so he couldn't help but feel greedy.

The dream last night almost drove him crazy.

Wen Cheng is really terrible.

It was so powerful that he felt that this dream was extremely real, and it also made him more sure that Wen Cheng's wish this time must also have something to do with ghs!

He knew Wen Cheng's figure, he looked thin in clothes and fleshy in undress, and the tight muscle lines under his palms made his hands greedy. Since he had already touched it, he might as well touch it again, otherwise he was afraid that Wen Cheng would wake up again. Play distance with him.

I don't know how I can hear Wen Cheng's wish again. It was blocked last night, but according to the rules of the game in these levels, Wen Cheng will make his wish when he is most excited. It seems that he can only do it again. Might hear better.

The dream last night has already started, maybe he will be able to hear Wencheng's wish after a while.

He was pillowed in Wen Cheng's arms, so subconsciously relying on it has become a habit after playing so many levels, he looked up at Wen Cheng who was still sleeping, and stared blankly without turning his eyes away.

The unshaven Wen Cheng had a scraggly beard around his lips, and even his hair was a little long, but with such a handsome and three-dimensional face, it was not sloppy, but it added a bit of the charm of a mature man.

The fingertips touched Wen Cheng's tall nose, as if gently stroking, outlining this handsome face.

Wen Cheng who is asleep always has a childish air that he can't describe. He is obviously a mature man, but when he is asleep, his brows are docile, and the deep mountain roots between the brow bones are softened by such a childish air. Turned into a gentle and youthful look.

The fingertips continued to outline the chiseled cheeks faintly, and finally stopped on the beard on Wen Cheng's lips, and touched it with itchy hands.

Feeling the numbness from the beard on his fingertips, he saw Wen Cheng's brows move as if he was about to wake up, and quickly withdrew his hand.

The moment he withdrew his hand, his wrist was grabbed.

Then he met Wen Cheng's sleepy eyes.

Maybe it was just waking up, the eyes were moist after a whole night's rest, and even more gentle and hazy when just waking up, the hypocritical indifference hadn't had time to be staged, at most it was the red blood around the eye sockets that exposed the quality of sleep.

But not in a bad mood.

Because you can see your loved one the moment you open your eyes, this should be the picture that everyone who longs for a lover wants.

"What are you doing?" Wen Cheng grabbed Huololol's unruly hand early in the morning.

Huo Xuechun listened to Wen Cheng's hoarse voice when he just woke up, and played with his hearing sexyly, without hiding the liking in his eyes, he leaned on Wen Cheng's body to hold him down, his smiling eyes curved.

"You're awake, did you sleep well last night?"

The young man's thin and hot body was covered, and his legs touched under the quilt, warm, intimate, and inseparable.

This kind of intimacy will definitely not be natural that can be shown by two people who have just revealed their hearts, or more precisely, it is natural that two people can show when they are not very familiar to a certain extent.

Wen Cheng couldn't tell where this familiarity came from, it seemed that he had hugged Huolol countless times, and even the dream last night had been lingering countless times.

But he obviously only met Huolol not long ago, and he fell in love with Huolol not long ago.

Thoughts paused for two seconds.

Where did his dream come from?

He clearly called Hololol's name in his dream, if he didn't know him, how would he know Hololol's name.

All this happened too familiarly and warmly, Hololol didn't resist him, and didn't even show any surprise to his behavior, instead he accepted him easily, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

Suddenly, the voice from last night came to mind.

——Wen Cheng, you have to be clear, Alcohol is not yours alone.

— Holol is ours.

This voice is clearly him, who is talking to him?

our?

What's the meaning.

"Why don't you answer me?" Huo Xuechun didn't mean to answer him, and stretched out his hand to pinch his face, wanting Wencheng to return his attention to him.

Wen Cheng came back to his senses, looked thoughtfully at Huo Alcohol lying on his body: "You..."

Hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong with me?"

Wen Cheng didn't know how to explain the subtlety in his heart, why he had the feeling that he and Huo Shanhou had known each other for a long time, and the dream last night confirmed his thoughts even more.

It also seems to be certain that there is nothing strange about Hololol's love for him.

It seems that there is something in the dark that makes it very natural for them to show signs of heartbeat when they meet for the first time.

Something flashed through his mind that he didn't catch in time, which made his face look a bit dazed but annoyed.

The sound of vibration started to sound again, interrupting Wencheng's thoughts in an instant.

It was only now that Huo Xuechun saw where his mobile phone was, it was on the bedside table over Wen Cheng's side, so he turned over and sat up, straddled Wen Cheng's body and reached for his mobile phone.

This pose completely exposed the legs under the T-shirt.

The slightly pulled up clothes outline a slender waist and a downward curve.

The legs are slender and white as jade.

Overlapping with last night's dream, I was tired all night and started to get angry again in the morning.

"Hello?" Huo Shanol lay on Wen Cheng's body to answer the phone.

"Where did you go, you didn't come back all night, and you didn't answer the phone, don't know if I will worry!"

Duanmu Xuanyu's angry voice came from the other end of the phone, the volume was so loud that Wen Cheng next to him could hear it.

Huo Xuechun was also taken aback by Duanmu Xuanyu's volume, moved the phone a little away, looked at Wen Cheng awkwardly, and then said to Duanmu Xuanyu on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, Duanmu, I was a little late last night when I made up lessons for that boy and went home to sleep. I fell asleep and forgot to tell you that I couldn't go back to the dormitory. I must say so next time."

"Look how many times I've called you! I've been looking for you all night, and I can't sleep if I can't find you. You said you went home? I'm at your door now."

Hololol: "..." This one suddenly feels guilty, why does it feel like I'm having an affair outside, it's obviously serious: "Uh... I-"

Just when he was about to explain, he felt Wen Cheng suddenly pressed up, and couldn't hold back his breath.

Then I heard Wen Cheng asking in a deep voice:

"Who called you early in the morning?"

The voice seemed to be deliberately lowered, and it was deep, dull and sexy, as if it had just been done, and it was easy to imagine when it was transmitted to the eardrum.

Wen Cheng pressed Huo Alcohol under his body weakly, his uncontrollable possessiveness made him hug the person in his arms, and he was very hostile to the boy on the phone.

Huo Xuechun heard the smell of vinegar in Wencheng's voice, so he couldn't hold back his smile. He covered the receiver and kissed Wencheng's lips, and said in a low voice, "I'm looking for me, wait a minute."

Then he explained to Duanmu Xuanyu on the other end of the phone, but was scolded by Duanmu Xuanyu not surprisingly.

And this kind of worry is beyond the normal relationship between boys, because it makes Wen Cheng feel depressed. It reminds him of the boy who has been seeing Huo Xuequan recently.

One piece for eating, one piece for school, one piece for playing ball, one piece for everything, he is so jealous.

Jealousy like crazy.

He really wanted to have a chance to be by Huo Chunol's side at any time, so that he could look at Huo Chunol all the time, be upright and aboveboard, without sneaking around.

or……

[Hide it, if you want to hide Hololol, just show it to me alone. 】

Huo Shanchun was explaining to Duanmu Xuanyu why he was not at home, then he caught Wen Cheng's voice, and turned his head to look at Wen Cheng in surprise.

Straight into Wen Cheng's eyes.

This kind of eyes clearly reveals possessiveness, as if they want to eat him.

However, the moment he turned his head, his eyes were immediately swallowed up, and he returned to the same calm as usual, as if the man-eating appearance just now had never appeared.

Change face naturally.

Hmph, are you still pretending to be reserved with him?

So he used Duanmu Xuanyu as a tool person to start teasing: "Okay, I know I was wrong. In fact, I told that boy to have morning class. Now I am at his house, so let's not talk. I will invite you when the make-up class is over. You eat lunch, and help me get my painting supplies, and you won't go back to the dormitory after class in the afternoon."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The moment he hung up the phone, he felt Wen Cheng's chin rest on his shoulder, his back pressed against Wen Cheng's chest, and the distance between the two was drawn closer again.

Warm and warm, and there is a feeling of returning to last night.

"Why does he care about you so much and has been looking for you all night?"

Hearing Wen Cheng's taste, Huo Shanchun held back his triumphant smile, and pretended to be calm: "It's a good brother who grew up together, it's normal to care about me."

"He hugs you a lot."

"Good brothers are like this."

"He's always staring at you."

"Because I'm his good brother."

"I think he likes you." Wen Cheng expressed his feelings succinctly, as if he had completely assumed that he was Huo Hanol's boyfriend.

Obviously didn't say anything, this kind of nature went smoothly.

Huo Shanchun couldn't hold back the smile on his lips anymore, he turned around and looked at Wen Cheng: "You still say you don't like me?"

Wen Cheng: "..." Really, it seems that the old man's reserved pretense is already so clumsy.

"Do you have anything to do today?"

"……No."

"Then go back to school with me, and accompany me to class." Huo Xuechun put his head on Wen Cheng's heart, and said lazily: "You can appear by my side openly, you don't need to be sneaky, you like it so much Happy things, why hide them."

"I'm afraid you're afraid of me."

Huo Xuechun heard the meaning of Wen Cheng's words, and knew in his heart that he was timid and afraid after being hit by public opinion. He was also the same before. Basically, he avoided as much as he could, and the most important thing was to protect himself.

But after meeting Wen Cheng, he realized that sometimes facing difficulties is much easier than avoiding them.

Because you can escape for a while, you can't escape for a lifetime, and the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, it is really better to solve it quickly.

"Why should I be afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you, I like you, I want to be with you Wencheng." Huo alcohol raised his hand to touch the beard on Wencheng's lips, the beard pierced his fingertips numbly, Hooking his heart: "I want you to paint again, I want you to be brave, and I want you to be happy all the time."

But also to fulfill Wen Cheng's wish.

He wants to hear and ride well.

"So come with me to Tibet, let's find inspiration, shall we?"

After an unknown amount of time, he heard Wen Cheng's voice above his head.

"it is good."

-

This time, the progress between him and Wencheng was smoother than expected. Except that Wencheng's wish has not been captured until now, everything else is going very smoothly.

Including Wen Cheng is no longer decadent, he swept out a bunch of wine bottles in Wen Cheng's room and was beaten up by him, warning him not to drink in the future, after that Wen Cheng cheered up a little bit, and was willing to start taking pens .

He is even willing to accompany him back to school to attend classes, just as an older accompanying student.

There is a lake of love around the Academy of Fine Arts. When it is quiet, many students will move small benches to sketch by the lake.

Wen Cheng put on a hat and lowered his head to draw in his sketchbook. Since this class was a physical education class, he didn't follow Huo Xuechun, and came to the lake to draw to pass the time alone.

He painted roses and his beloved boy who was as delicate and beautiful as roses.

The lips raised involuntarily.

"Teacher Wen Cheng."

The tip of the pencil made heavy strokes on the sketchbook, and accidentally drew an extra stroke on the boy's cheek on the portrait, and he couldn't help frowning.

He gripped the pen a little harder, then raised his head.

The afternoon sun was no longer so glaring, the light outlined the brim of his hat, and he could clearly see the person in front of him.

It was Shangguan Fengling in a fiery red dress.

"You're back?" Shangguan Fengling saw at a glance who the man painting by the lake was. This was the man she had pursued for so long before, how could she not recognize him.

Wen Cheng erased the extra stroke on the portrait with an eraser, so as not to tarnish his beloved.

He ignored Shangguan Fengling and acted as if this person did not exist at all.

Shangguan Fengling saw that Wencheng ignored her with an ugly expression, and then saw that the portrait in Wencheng's painting book was a boy, his brows were tightly frowned, and he reached out to grab the painting book.

"Who are you drawing?" She knew that Wen Cheng didn't draw people easily, even when she was so active at the beginning, she was unwilling to draw her. Fortunately, she still wanted Bawang to take the bait, and in the end Wen Cheng didn't know how to do it, so she wanted to do Wen Cheng of.

Wen Cheng stood up to avoid Shangguan Fengling, the brim of his hat covered his face, and the shadow fell on his face to cover his expression, but the disgust and coldness on his body couldn't be blocked.

"I'm a man anyway, you can use power to stop me, but if you rely on physical strength, you will suffer." He closed the drawing book, not wanting Shangguan Fengling to see what he was drawing.

Because it doesn't deserve it.

Shangguan Fengling was very displeased to hear Wen Cheng's indifferent tone again, and her delicate makeup was stained a bit cold because of her anger: "You don't want to see me at all? I always say that I can make you Do whatever you want, this social power can make you rise to the top, and you can get what you want. Are you willing to be under the power and unable to get up like this? Are you not angry? You were framed by me like this , do you have no intention of resisting at all?"

After she finished speaking, she heard Wen Cheng smile, which made her very puzzled.

"Do you think I am willing because of you?" Wen Cheng raised his hand and took off his hat.

The man in the black T-shirt is tall and tall. He has tidied up his face and is no longer slovenly. Under the sun, his handsome facial features completely robbed his vision, making it impossible to move away. His tone is indifferent and his aura is powerful. people.

"...Isn't it?" Shangguan Fengling looked at Wen Cheng's heartbeat again, she just liked Wen Cheng's face.

"Do you think you have the ability to make me really give up painting?" Wen Cheng turned his back, his eyes fell on the Lake of Love in front of him.

The little bird landed on the lake, causing ripples, its eyes flickered, as if it had thought of something.

"What made me give up was that I thought I would never meet that person again. My inspiration was exhausted because I couldn't find him. Since I couldn't draw his appearance, why did I continue to draw?" Wen Cheng said with his lips slightly raised , the bottom of the eyes that were originally without waves rippled because of the smile: "Since we found it, we have to continue."

Shangguan Fengling felt the joy emanating from Wen Cheng: "Who is it?"

Wen Cheng tightened his hand holding the sketchbook slightly, and tapped his fingertips on the hard leather surface, as if conveying joy, the bottom of his deep eyes was dyed with a fine luster, which softened the man's face, revealing tenderness and affection .

"A boy I've been looking for a long time."

"I've been waiting for him for a long, long time."

"Finally found him this time."

Many people commented and even recognized who Wen Cheng was. He always heard bad words, but he would refute them when he heard them.

He has never been so bold in confronting others, because his cowardice also appeared under such public criticism, and he always shrunk and shrunk, which was his previous protective shell.

But bravery was entrusted to him by Wen Cheng, not everything can be carried through, and in the end he still couldn't resist the test in his heart.

So he told Wencheng with his own actions, and taught him to protect Wencheng now.

"The teacher always said that if you want to understand beauty, you must first have the ability to appreciate beauty. In the eyes of Teacher Wencheng, is the beauty of blasphemy art also a kind of beauty?"

During the Art Appreciation class, many students could tell who they were talking about when Shangguan Fengling was sitting in the front row.

This was a victim of the previous public opinion. Many students knew about the previous turmoil, and knew that Shangguan Fengling had privately invited Wen Cheng to be her teacher, but they never thought that a university teacher would do such a thing.

When public opinion emerges, no matter which side is right or wrong, the sensitivity of the teacher's identity will attract more attention than that of the students, and he will receive much more criticism than the victim.

In the end, no matter who is right or wrong, what is left is not painful to the person who made the sarcastic remarks, and the person who is said is often full of trauma.

A look of embarrassment flashed across the face of the teacher who was in class. He naturally knew that Wen Cheng was sitting in the class. It is indeed very sudden and embarrassing for such a thing to happen.

Don't say that the victim at the time asked him questions with such sarcastic words, it would be embarrassing to answer or not to answer.

"Then destroy people who can create beauty, and why?" Huo Xuechun had wanted to catch Shangguan Fengling for a long time, but he never had the chance. I was very angry.

This time the Yinghuang Fengmo family no longer exists. It is true that power can do everything, even superior to others, but when there is nothing, the momentum cannot be lost.

If you lose momentum, you really have nothing.

Dignity is the bottom line.

[Qin, there is a backup of the destroyed surveillance camera in the art room, and the video inside can prove Wen Cheng's innocence. 】

The sudden battle between the two in class made the atmosphere tense.

Shangguan Fengling didn't expect that someone would dare to confront her head-on. When she saw Huo Shanchun, she smiled disdainfully, and then glanced at Wen Cheng beside her. She fights against:

"Sure enough, girls are always the ones who are easy to be offended. If I hadn't recovered, I might be so uncomfortable that I couldn't get up. You said that the person who destroys the creation of beauty, you mean the victim, I deliberately framed Teacher Wencheng?"

Huo Xuechun held Wen Cheng's hand under the table, and looked at Shangguan Fengling with firm eyes: "I didn't say that, but if you admit it, then I won't say more. People you can't get will always get it." The ones you can’t get, and the ones you can’t get, are mine.”

The boy's voice was sonorous and powerful, and the strength of clasping his fingers was like a booster.

Wen Cheng's brain buzzed, as if some traces were skipped in his mind, very important traces.

Shangguan Fengling didn't expect that someone would dare to oppose her at this time, and her face was a little ugly: "Huo Xuechun, are you doubting me? The evidence is solid, so many people saw it at that time!"

She refers to the plays she directed and acted in herself.

I thought the Bawang would take the bait, but Wen Cheng was a piece of wood.

"Evidence?" Huo Chunchun said with a smile: "Thought the surveillance was broken? Actually, it was good. The director's play was good, but it's a pity that it's too fake."

Shangguan Fengling's face turned pale.

"Wen Cheng wouldn't do such a nasty thing." Huo Haochun looked at everyone, and said loudly: "I will put the evidence in front of you, sometimes destroying a person is just between your words, don't know the situation. Talk nonsense again, if I hear you talking about Wencheng again, I will beat people."

Wen Cheng looked at Huo Shanhan's side face, and hearing this tone, he was so familiar that he seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

——Master, no one can say you are stupid, you are not stupid, you are my baby.

——In the future, someone will say that you tell me, I will beat them, understand?

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