Lance was a little embarrassed, because Emma's eyes were too clear and too determined, and the light in the depths of his pupils seemed to mock his fear and hesitation, and the sudden panic caught him a little off guard, this emotion was really too unfamiliar, as if it had not appeared since he was reborn, so that he subconsciously wanted to dodge. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He almost forgot what it was like to trust unconditionally. Theo, Ian and Gawain, they are different, they have been by each other's side since the beginning of their memories, they are firmly united, and they have come to this day, without anyone, maybe it is not what it is now, that trust is irreplaceable, they are his relatives. But the kind of trust between friends and lovers is really too strange.

Everyone learns from the time they babble, learns to walk, learns to speak, learns to live, and learns to trust. But with the passage of time, we find that things are beginning to become more and more complicated, and what was once so simple and pure, after mixing interests and integrating life, has lost its original appearance. The older you get, the more experienced you are, the fewer friends you have, because trust is becoming more and more difficult, and every step must be carefully tested, not to mention friends from strangers to friends, and even lovers who know and love each other are difficult to establish absolute trust.

After leaving Green Bay, Lance continued to learn. Because in that foster home, everything is deformed, everything is dark, and he has to start learning and reintegrating into society like a toddler. Not only him, but Theo, Ian, and Gawain are all the same, stumbling to find themselves again in the midst of the cruel social life. But in Diorama, the bond of trust that was built up was completely destroyed in the face of profit, desire, and greed, and even after he was swept away with nothing, they were still unwilling to let go easily, although they did not really complete the murder with their own hands, but their hands were stained with blood.

Trust, it's too much of a luxury.

Even the current partners of Chaos Pictures, even Albert, Hayden, Cole...... Lance has always believed that there is only a cooperation of interests between them. If the work continues to be successful, their partnership will naturally not have any impact, but what if the work fails?

Lance couldn't easily deliver trust, or more accurately, he refused to do so easily.

However, Emma said it so easily, as if it was worthless, which made Langston embarrassed.

Lance forced himself not to dodge, and took a serious look at Emma's face, trying to find any clues that her trust was false and that his insistence was correct. The bright and clear eyes were unobstructed, as if she could see the true thoughts in her heart at once, and the glittering light was so pure and clean that it reminded Lance of himself when he was a child, and after this thought was born, it began to spread uncontrollably, some panic, some dazed, some confused.

Lance felt like he was so red like never before. This feeling is really too strange, and in a trance, he seems to have become Li Jin again, and he has become Lancelot in the previous life. He didn't like the feeling of cowardice and timidity. He hated it.

Emma looked at Lance in front of her, and there was a hint of panic in her blue eyes, and his brief panic quickly disappeared, as if it had never been there. The detached and cold appearance in front of him is again, restoring his usual calm and calm gentleman image, as if the destruction of the world cannot hurt him, he can hurt others lightly, and push anyone who comes close to him far away.

But Emma knew that it was just Lance's mask, not the most real him. Like a fox walking on thin ice, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully for clues, even the slightest sound would alarm him, and then fled quickly.

This made Emma's eyes unconsciously hot, she raised her head, approached Lance, and impulsively kissed the lip flap that was tense because of anger, soft but cold, as if it was blue ice in the Arctic Circle, without any temperature, Emma couldn't help but shiver.

This was her first kiss, and she knew it a long time ago, and her first kiss remained on this man's body, and it never changed.

Lance felt the scorching softness on his lips, he frowned slightly, looking at Emma in front of him, even if he closed his eyes, he could still clearly feel her nervousness and excitement, the slightly trembling eyelashes and gradually disordered breathing leaked her thoughts, but Lance did not give any response.

It's just that the missed heartbeat made him a little uncomfortable. He grabbed Emma by the shoulders and pulled her away, closing the distance between the two with his outstretched arms, "You're confused. I must have been too tired today, so let's go back and rest early. ”

Lance didn't even leave any room for excuses, and directly made up his mind, the cold and indifferent tone was even colder than the desert night, sharp enough to pierce the skin and make people feel the pain of cracking, but the blue eyes were indifferent, just calmly and detached to enjoy the picture of blood cracking and pain, cruel and cold-blooded.

Emma's heart was clenched, and the mixed emotions were blocked in her chest, and she couldn't breathe at all. Lance tried to shake off her hands, but she firmly grasped Lance's wide palms, and her eyes were firmly on those eyes that were devoid of any emotion, "No, I'm not confused. Emma spoke her mind strongly, and she could even clearly feel the danger between Lance's brows, and he was using all his strength to resist her approach.

Emma not only did not flinch, but instead folded her arms and brought the two people closer again, "I like you." The words blurted out like this, "Lancelot Strello, I like you." The words touched the tip of her tongue and jumped out briskly, and the courage that burst out of joy took over all the emotions in her heart, and she widened her eyes and stared at the devil's eyes without flinching, repeating, "I like you." ”

The weight of a sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making people breathless at all.

Lance's heart shrank suddenly, but he gritted his teeth, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Do you know what liking is?" You're just a kid who hasn't grown up. What does it mean by liking? Do you like my looks, my talent, or my directorship? If I want to find flesh and bones, I can wave at will, and there will be a steady stream of girls willing to come to my bed/, so why should I look for you......" After saying this, Lance's gaze swept down, and landed meaningfully on Emma's chest, as if mocking the curves that were not proud.

Emma was a little embarrassed, but she still didn't back down, she shook her head vigorously, "First, I'm an adult, and we only celebrated our birthday together last month, have you forgotten?" Second, of course I like you as a director, but what I really like is you. Emma's beautiful eyes burst out with an unimaginable look, shining in the night, making people's hearts pound.

"What I like is a man who leaves an umbrella with a strange girl in the pouring rain; What I like is a man in a coffee house who takes the initiative to help strangers solve problems; What I like is a man who shoots over and over again a dozen times for a detail on the set; What I like is a man who does not hesitate to betray the cast in order to protect the work; What I like is a man who pushes himself into a corner to the brink of collapse in order to delve into the character; What I like is a man who refuses to trust others easily and refuses to approach others easily because he is afraid of being hurt; What I like is a man who pretends to be strong and cold and does not hesitate to hurt others in order to cover his own wounds; What I like is the man who has a hard mouth and a soft heart, but constantly blames himself for missing his brother's game. What I like is the man who is sitting in front of me at this moment, who is rejecting me in order to protect himself. ”

Emma spoke word by word, every word so firm that it burst out with a hot and dazzling light. Suddenly, the desert began to be stormy, but Emma did not waver, and looked at Lance motionlessly, and those eyes were so vivid and moving in the night.

Then Emma kissed Lance's lips again, cold as if it were a corpse. Emma jerkily tried to warm the cold with the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know how to kiss at all, just kissed her lips in a panic, hoping to wake up the other person's response.

However, Emma was doomed to disappointment.

Lance didn't respond, just looked at her indifferently, at the clumsy and rusty kissing technique, at the crystal clear tears swirling in her eyes, and then waited for her to give up in despair.

Emma tried to look Lance's eyes, trying to find the slightest hint of emotion in them, even if it was just a little flicker. But the man's heart was like a rock, as if he were invincible, and his thin lips opened slightly, and he said indifferently, "But I don't like you." Although I photographed 'hard fruit candy', I'm not a fetish/child/fetish. The sharp taunt seemed to mock Emma's incompetence, and then Lance stood up, turned and walked away.

The night slowly came, devouring Lance's back little by little, Emma raised her hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, and shouted, "I like you, I really, really like you." Lancelot-Strello, I like you! ”

The thin voice trembled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it was shattered by the wind. Lance's footsteps almost stopped, but he straightened his back and walked away from the desert one step at a time. (To be continued.) )