Host, You're Targeted

"Of course I am serious."

Gu chaoluo blinks his eyes innocently. He looks at people with this cute and soft expression. Who can scold him? Who can?!

"Do you think I'm screwing you?" Gu chaoluo said with a gesture to take out the mobile phone, "I'll show you my original text, and I'll describe it in more detail than you! You are my draft, but you see, it is just a simple draft without any literary grace, and the essence is in it. Concentration is the essence. Do you understand? "

Shen Chaosheng took the mobile phone to the sofa and said, "who is talking to you about whether your draft is the essence of the enrichment?" Now it's about kissing! It's just a kiss. Do you want to draw that fine?

Shen Chaosheng opened his mouth and was about to say what he thought in his heart. However, after all, his heart was full of thunder and the rain was small.

After all, Gu chaoluo has an innocent and lovely expression. Who can scold this face!

“…… Fall down Shen Chaosheng covered his head as if he was about to cry out, "I used to be the kind of cartoon focusing on the plot. There were few emotional dramas, no, very few, just a thin line, but your description is too Is it fine? "

Gu chaoluo waved his hand, and the expression on his face clearly said that you were still too young.

"Chaosheng, do you know that I became famous by high-speed cars?"

Shen Chaosheng put down his hand covering his face and gave Gu chaoluo a meaningful look. "Do you dare to say that? Brother. "

Gu chaoluo found that Shen Chaosheng didn't realize that he had already turned the topic aside and secretly laughed in his heart.

"You're kidding. You have to dare to say it."

After all, who didn't know that Gu chaoluo was famous for his immortal writing style and plot, and then created his circle by his silly sand sculptures.

After a while, Shen Chaosheng turned the topic back to the description of kissing opera.

"I think you have deleted this description! To be honest, I don't know how to draw this kind of painting. After all, I have no personal experience... "

Before Shen Chaosheng finished a word, Gu chaoluo, who was standing next to the sofa and was about to remove the potato chips, threw them away. "That's easy to say!"

Shen Chaosheng's words were interrupted by him, and the whole person immediately froze there.

Gu chaoluo threw his potato chips and strode over. He grabbed Shen Chaosheng's collar and pushed him into the sofa.

"Grab the collar and press it on the sofa."

Shen Chaosheng fell into the soft sofa and watched Gu chaoluo lean down to approach him. In this moment, his eyes turned into the deep eyes full of desire at lunch.

"Kiss him hard with the wine."

The room is very quiet, only Gu chaoluo's clear bass rings gently.

When the warm breath hit Shen Chaosheng's slightly opened lips, he suddenly regained his consciousness and realized that Gu chaoluo was using him as an experiment to demonstrate to him!

"You treat me..."

When Gu chaoluo said this sentence, Shen Chaosheng quickly turned his head and looked down at him. Gu chaoluo failed to kiss him. However, he clearly saw that Shen Chaosheng's skin was getting red inch by inch from his neck.

His skin was white and red, and his face looked very obvious.

Gu chaoluo didn't know when he had straddled on him. Now he was so afraid of falling down that he held his shoulder.

"Chaosheng."

Gu chaoluo looked at Shen Chaosheng's evasive eyes and his turbulent chest because of his disordered breathing. He laughed slowly and said, "can you draw? Is it enough to demonstrate it again? "

Shen Chaosheng suddenly turned his face and glared at Gu chaoluo with a look of schadenfreude. On his face was an expression of shame and indignation about death.