"Really, that was weird."
"They insisted that I had to nourish my body."
"The moment I downed the bull's penis, I felt like I was rising at the speed of light."
The Best Actor and Best Actor candidate were in the room; there was no one else. Their initial intention was to discuss the script. Of course, that was naive thinking.
Pei Zhen was nestled on the sofa languidly, flipping through the script. Naturally, Best Actor Fu found it irresistible and insisted on sharing the same sofa.
Holding Pei Zhen's hand, his gaze wandered and fell on his boyfriend's neatly trimmed nails. It was hard to guess what he was thinking from his profound expression.
"I'm talking to you." Pei Zhen was somewhat annoyed by the lack of response from Fu Sichen. He lifted his foot and kicked Fu Sichen. "Your head is always full of dirty thoughts."
