Perfect Two

It's probably because Pan Nanxing has the habit of collecting photos of beautiful men...He is a silent gourd, he is weak and sick, but he has a great obsession with those strong bodies—and he is very precise.

Cheng Xirong took over this body and all his memories at the same time.While flipping through, Cheng Xirong discovered to his surprise that this little classmate had a very high level of appreciation for beauties.

Beauty doesn't just refer to women.Probably because of his sexual orientation, but in his mind, there are more men.Cheng Xirong found that the men he admired all had some strange qualities, rare, and somewhat deviant.

But there is one standard, muscle.

It's hard to imagine this person's mental activities when he looks at those beautiful men, won't he be jealous?Even though I have a bone body, I still want to find those people to stimulate me?

Now there is no way to figure out his intentions, I just know that this habit really left me a big trouble - similar to the palpitations I felt when I first saw He Yiming, or even worse.

When putting on makeup, Cheng Xirong was still thinking about this question.He is not easily moved, and his yearning for home is minimal.When I was young, I loved going out to play, and I wished I could soak outside every day.After having Feng Yi, he restrained himself a bit, reluctantly staying at home with Feng Yi for a while.

But this definitely does not mean that his preferences have been overturned.When Feng Yi went to other places to shoot, he seldom stayed at home, even if he went to a friend's house for dinner, he was not willing to go back.Little details like the so-called "flavor of rice" could not impress him at all.

Obviously the hotel chef cooks delicious food.There are also people who serve it to the table, and there is no need to clean up after eating.How can someone say that they like the food at home?

incomprehensible.He has always felt that people who say "love family" are actually selling their feelings.

Until he woke up in the morning amid the aroma of fried eggs, and his heart was poked by a small whisker.No matter how hard you try, it's soft and doesn't hurt when poked.The fur on the top brushed across the heart, a little itchy and a little numb.

This should not be the reaction "Cheng Xirong" should have.

It was the response given by "Pan Nanxing".

In the morning, when my mind was hot, I have said everything that should be said and should not be said.But when he calmed down now, Cheng Xirong was a little stunned.

Could it be...Pan Nanxing is actually still there, right?He has no body, he has no consciousness.This just happened to come together, I use his body, he... is embracing my thoughts and instincts?

He is still alive with me?Then use my reaction to develop feelings for Fu Zhou?

Cheng Xirong was startled by his own thought, and his face turned pale instantly.The makeup artist was sweeping the remaining powder of his eyeshadow, stepped back a little, and asked, "Did I poke you?"

Cheng Xirong didn't know how he responded, he was completely immersed in his own mind, trying to catch some clues and symptoms from it.

It makes sense to think so!When it happened, I didn't realize it.But when I look back later, and think carefully about the recent events, it's really not my style...

It cannot be said that it is completely different, but many details have changed silently.The most obvious thing is that I don't like mixing with the crowd as much as before, and when I am free, I prefer to be alone.

For example, before Wu Minmin chatted with me, I actually showed such a bad attitude?

As for Feng Yi, he seems to be too tolerant, right?If it was my previous self, if he broke into the room, he would definitely clean him up.The results of it?Do you still want to cooperate with him?Still want to work with him?

What about Cheng Xirong, who never gets in touch with each other?Will it look like this?

It's no wonder that Fu Zhou is angry, this is indeed not his style of doing things.I still swear that "Cheng Xirong" is like this, is this slander?The piece of pure land that he regarded as the highest in his heart was ruined like this face to face.It's good that he didn't hit anyone...

In the end, Fu Zhou could see it more clearly?Instead, he was blindfolded and in a state of self-paralysis.

So I was really paralyzed?Blindfolded by... Pan Nanxing?

If it's really him... is he still there?Where would he be hiding?in the brain?Or in the heart?

Thinking of this, Cheng Xirong couldn't help but shudder.This kind of thought is too scary, and the more I think about it, the more it seems real, as if there is already a ghost standing behind me, staring at me in reality.

Cheng Xirong's back was hairy and he couldn't sit still.

He didn't believe in ghosts and gods before.But such a thing as death and resurrection has already happened, can you still not believe it?

Now he believes in ghosts and gods, as well as in souls.I always feel that I am surrounded by those gods and monsters, and the worst thing is that I still can't see it.

It's really hot.

The makeup artist pressed his head: "What are you thinking right now? Shaking your head, curling your lips and frowning, do you think I can't paint well?"

Cheng Xirong was stunned: "I just... made a lot of noise?"

Why didn't I notice it?Was that Pan Nanxing just now?

No, I can't continue thinking about it.This kind of thing is a psychological hint, the more you think about it, the deeper the impression.One day, I will draw a circle and trap myself to death.

I am who I am.I now accept that this body is my life and no one can touch me.

I am not Pan Nanxing, I am Cheng Xirong, and I give this body a new name.I am Nanlu.The moment you emerge from the pool, a new life begins.All the fetters were written from that time, written by myself now.

Cheng Xirong pushed the makeup artist's hand away: "I'm sorry, I..."

What do you want to do?Since this is your own life, you have to follow your own rhythm and pace.Don't be influenced by those evil thoughts.

Cheng Xirong, why are you suddenly shaken?Is it... because of Fu Zhou?

The makeup artist didn't understand what he meant, and still held the brush in his hand: "What's wrong? Did I really poke you? It shouldn't be! I've always been very measured in my actions."

Cheng Xirong swallowed, "I'm going to drink some water."

The make-up artist pushed him back: "What's the difference? Why didn't you drink just now? We'll talk about it later when we finish putting on the eye makeup!"

Cheng Xirong held the phone tightly.

Was it really influenced by Fu Zhou?Then this person... is really charming.

Cheng Xirong sighed, and when he looked up, he saw the makeup artist staring at him.After two seconds of confrontation, the makeup artist said, "Don't you want to drink water?"

Cheng Xirong: "..." Forgot.

In fact, I don't want to drink at all... Cheng Xirong reluctantly took a sip, and when he looked back, the makeup artist was still staring at him.No way, took another sip.The morning milk is still in the stomach, mixed with some water, it is not very comfortable.

When Cheng Xirong lamented that he had committed a crime, Feng Yicai was belatedly coming over here.

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