[Shou, the master of small cake painting × Cold, abstinent and thirsty skin attack]
On a certain literary website, there is a name that countless readers can't stop reading.
His writing is addictive, and the comment section is always crazy about his plots.
But this great god is extremely aloof. He doesn't open a fan group or hold any autograph sessions. Even his gender is a mystery.
No one knows that on the other side of the screen, the person pursued by the reader is enduring unspeakable torture.
He suffers from skin hunger and longs for touch, but due to his personality, in reality he hates even touching his fingertips.
Countless late nights, he could only rely on repeatedly browsing the Weibo of a painter named Wen Zhou, drawing illusory comfort from those ambiguous lines and relieving the anxiety and emptiness deep in his soul.
Fang Wenzhou, who was being remembered by others, was in a very bad mood recently, and the forum was full of mourners, speculating that Yan Gu might have to withdraw from the industry.
As the earliest die-hard fan of Yangu, Fang Wenzhou has been leaving comments every day since the collection of Yangu only had a single-digit number.
Although the other party was like a flower on the high mountain, he never gave any response.
As the rumors increased, the little cake withered day by day, and this loss even affected his creation.
He stopped updating for the first time, which made the so-called flower of the high mountain anxious.
The flower of Gaoling opened a trumpet and left a message on the latest Weibo: What happened recently?
Fang Wenzhou replied instantly: The writer wife whom I have liked for several years may have to quit the circle. I really am not in the mood to draw recently.
That night, "Ye Gu" on Weibo posted a photo of the study room for the first time.
Under the warm light, his slender fingers pressed a thick stack of manuscript paper.
The story goes like this: I am writing a new article.
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Later, Fang Wenzhou sat astride Gu Yan's lap, with the digital tablet between the man's knees, concentrating on sketching out the storyboards for the new series.
Gu Yan's body temperature came through the thin home clothes, making the tips of his ears feel hot.
"Don't move..." Fang Wenzhou held down the hand that suddenly wandered around his waist, "Wait until this painting is finished."
Gu Yan chuckled and rubbed the tip of his nose against the back of his neck: "You draw yours, I just suddenly discovered..."
His warm palm slid down the spine and into the hem of the clothes, and with a slight force on the other hand, he pressed Fang Wenzhou's entire body against his tight abdomen, "It seems that the posture you drew has never been used before."
Reading Guide
Gong is sick, Gong is sick, Gong is sick, Gong is sick, very possessive! !
Double vest setting, attack and receive double cleansing
[It's like walking on thin ice and being attacked by a vicious predator]
Once Lin Xingyue traveled through time, he became the cannon fodder who was destined to die in the storybook.
He turned out to be a well-known dandy in the capital, fighting cocks and lackeys, spending money like water, and spending all day in brothels and brothels.
But secretly, this man has been plotting hard to subvert the imperial power.
What's even more terrible is that when Lin Xingyue crossed over, the original owner was hugging each other in the brothel, and the person on the throne had already become suspicious of the Yong'an Hou Shizi who was pretending to be crazy and acting stupid.
Without any memory of the original owner, Lin Xingyue couldn't tell who was his accomplice and his spy, let alone how far the rebellion plan had advanced.
The only thing he could rely on was the novel he had read.
He clearly remembered the original ending in the original book. After the defeat, he was sentenced to death by being quartered on five horses by the sinister and ruthless emperor.
In order to survive, he decided to run away immediately, getting as far away from the man-eating capital as possible.
Lin Xingyue tried to calm down and stepped out of the brothel door in a panic, when he bumped into someone.
The man in front of him was wearing a moon-white gown, his face was noble and noble, and his demeanor was incompatible with this fireworks alley.
He stood in the night with his hands behind his hands, his head tilted slightly, and he was watching Lin Xingyue quietly.
Lin Xingyue didn't recognize this face at all, but the other person's gaze was too strong, as if he wanted to see him from the inside out.
Lin Xingyue's heart suddenly tightened - why did this person keep staring at him? Could it be that he was an acquaintance of the original owner?
He didn't have time to think about it, so he could only hold on to the dandy character, put on a charming smile, and said carelessly: "Young Master is so handsome, I will fall in love with you at first sight."
Hearing this, the man curled his lips, and his smile was so shallow that it didn't reach his eyes: "Really?"
Lin Xingyue was so struck by his smile that his hair stood on end. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.
He didn't know that the person in front of him was supposed to be sitting upright in the Nine Layers Palace. He was here in a state of incognito tonight, and he was meant for him, Lin Xingyue.
The conversation just now made him the first person in history who dared to tease the emperor in person.
The Ninth Five Emperor's eyes were cold, and he obviously remembered Lin Xingyue.
Intention: You will always be my salvation
