[Art + literature + an uncouth, unhinged bottom × a dim-witted, uncouth, devoted and unhinged top + only one partner each + older man + shameless wish-fulfillment]
Their life is a bit of a mess, but that doesn't matter. They're not normal either, and at least two negatives make a positive.
Lu Yuansheng ran out of red paint while painting in the middle of the night, so he used his own blood to finish his entry for the next day's competition. He lost so much blood that he transmigrated into the body of someone with the same name who was also an artist. But why does he have a rope around his neck the moment he arrives? And why is there a huge, burly man standing in the room when he turns around?
“You say I owe you money? What does me owing you money have to do with me? Just go find the version of me who owes you money!”
“Do you... want to hear what you're saying?”
Chu Hansheng never imagined anyone in the world could be crazier than him. But later, he thought, “This world is so cruel. Why does it make my beloved cry so much?”
“He's so useless. He keeps making his beloved cry.”
