Shortness of breath, blood rushing, heart bursting, sweat flowing...... The breath was so tight that all the basic physiological reactions were completely disrupted, and the hormones were as brilliant as the fireworks celebration on the Fourth of July.

Lance and Kayla didn't fit each other perfectly, about a fist's distance apart, but neither of them could breathe calmly, and the rapid breathing rhythm was like a lack of oxygen, and they could fall into the embarrassment of suffocation at any moment. For a moment, all time stopped, and everyone else on the dance floor disappeared completely, leaving only the fast, hot breath wafting through the air.

Lance grabbed Kayla's right hand and quickly left the dance floor, to the bottom of the stairs, and then Lance kissed Kayla's lips fiercely, the surging fragrance completely shattered all reason, the collision of soft and hard, the fusion of turbulence and restlessness, the exchange of jin / liquid made the burning sweat on the skin melt together, and the breath of the two people was completely entwined together, as if the two could become one in the next second.

Kayla's sanity had burned to the ground, her hands running down her sturdy shoulders, wrapping around her strong waist and sliding straight ahead, before clumsily trying to undo the leash that was in the way. But at this moment, Lance grabbed Kayla's hands, Kayla thought that Lance was trying to refuse and welcome, so she unswervingly continued to probe down, but Lance did not waver, raised her hands, and her lips were immediately withdrawn, and the surging cold air made Kayla unable to react, and the whole person crashed into Lance's arms.

Kayla didn't understand Lance's actions, she thought they both longed for each other, and when she looked up, she looked at Lance blankly. Lance's cheeks were also slightly red, and her blue eyes were rippling with a wave of spring/water, and the flash of charm/seduction almost made Kayla completely collapse, and she gasped for breath, trying to find an answer in Lance's eyes.

Lance leaned down and whispered in Kayla's ear. "Don't play with fire." Then he let go of Kayla's hands, suddenly widened the distance between the two men, and resolutely turned away, leaving Kayla alone and completely overwhelmed.

Kayla simply didn't understand what was going on. Didn't all the qiē just now develop well? Why did it stop all of a sudden? Why? Suddenly, there was an intermittent moan/moan behind her, which startled Kayla and she turned her head to see a white fart/strand. And the butt is moving violently one after the other, obviously doing one of the most primitive movements of human beings.

Kayla was stunned, and her first reaction was to avoid her gaze, but she was randomly curious, and couldn't help but look over again, and the owner of the fart/stock just raised her head and gasped for breath, allowing Kayla to see the whole picture, and it was Jared-Leto (Jared-Leto). But it wasn't his girlfriend, Cameron-Diaz, who was lying underneath him.

Even more exaggerated, right next to them. There were also three spectators - it would be wrong to say that it was a spectator, because all three of them were smoking/big/numb, and their faces were not visible in the smoke, just staggering to enjoy a moment of pleasure.

This caused Kayla to quickly withdraw her gaze and walk away quickly.

Lance is not a saint, and he naturally rejected Kayla not because of the discovery of his conscience, but because he did not intend to perform in front of everyone, and he did not have such a hobby. Noticing that the bottom of the stairwell was occupied, Lance forced himself to brake hard and pulled out.

Leave the hall. Lance was back outside, the cold air calming his boiling brain, but the physiological response had not yet calmed down. This forced Lance to avoid the crowd, before more embarrassment could arise. Get out of this Vanity Fair. In fact, it was already past midnight, and at least half of the people had already left the pie to enjoy their private time, and the people who stayed at the Sunset Tower Hotel were really starting to enjoy the party—just like the scene under the stairwell.

After getting to the cloakroom on the first floor to take out his coat, Lance walked out through the side door. As soon as he came out, Lance saw a large group of paparazzi guarding the door, but before Lance could react, everyone rushed up, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, and pressed the flash first, the flash light like a downpour directly illuminated the night into day, Lance only felt that his eyes fell into a state of darkness in an instant - not pure darkness, but countless spots of light flashing in the darkness, and the state of instant blindness made the temples begin to throb.

This was the first time Lance had received a baptism of flashing lights, and he was completely unprepared.

After a while, the flashing lights calmed down, and the paparazzi realized that Lance came out alone, without any companions. This made the paparazzi disappointed immediately, and they all turned around and left with a scolding - Oscar night without lace news is not called Oscar night, as for Lance's overnight fame tonight, it will naturally be reported by professional reporters, and the paparazzi don't care how many little gold statuettes he has won.

Lance is still half-blind, and can only vaguely see a group of people scattering, like overexposed film, which makes Lance angry and funny, although he understands that this is the normal state of life under the spotlight, but there is still no way to adapt.

Lance stood there and waited for a while, his eyes were slightly restored, and he saw the paparazzi scattered across the street with nothing to do, ready to continue the ambush battle, as if Lance was completely transparent standing in front of him. However, for such a situation, Lance thinks this is a good thing. After all, being watched 24 hours a day by a group of people with "voyeurism/fetish" is not something to be thankful for.

Ignoring the paparazzi, Lance left the Sunset Tower Hotel straight down the street.

Standing at the corner of the street, looking left and right, Lance realized that he hadn't driven out by himself to attend the Oscars tonight, and since he wasn't sure when the Oscar night would end, Percy had also left work early to rest. So, if Lance wants to go back now, he has to take a taxi...... But getting a taxi on the streets of Los Angeles is not an easy task, and most of the time you have to call to make an appointment.

Looking back at the Sunset Tower Hotel behind him – he could go back to the front desk and ask the front desk manager to call a taxi. But thinking of the drunken gold fans there now, and the paparazzi surrounding the hotel, Lance continued to take a step. He remembered that there was a "7-Eleven" on Sunset Boulevard not far from the Sunset Tower Hotel, and there seemed to be a Starbucks next to it, where the phone should be found.

He tugged at the collar of his plum coat and walked briskly across the street. There was a commotion behind him, and when he looked back, he could see the noise at the entrance of the Sunset Tower Hotel, about twenty or thirty fans surrounded the door, and a figure in a black trench coat was blocked from all paths. Standing on the steps and drawing the ground as a prison, unable to move forward or backward, the paparazzi rushing in from all directions made the scene look spectacular.

Looking closely, the man at the center of the focus seems to be Hayden Christensen, the new icon of Hollywood, who rose to prominence because of the "Star Wars prequel". The crazy screaming fans left Hayden completely overwhelmed and in a dilemma.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, but the residual heat belonging to Oscar was still boiling, and at this time, there were at least hundreds of fans scattered in front of the Sunset Tower Hotel, scattered along the street, chatting in twos and threes. looked at Hayden, who was imprisoned in place by fans, and then nagged when his idol would appear.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Lance retracted his gaze, walked over quickly, and then saw "7-11" not far away, and sure enough, his memory was correct. As he approached, six or seven young men came up not far away, and the young man who took the lead raised his chin, "Hey, man, look. My car is parked just across the street, but I forgot to bring my driver's license out, can you help buy us a dozen beers out? ”

Lance's footsteps couldn't help but stop, and he took a closer look at the young people in front of him. They all look like they are thirteen or fourteen years old at most, around the seventh and eighth grades, and the immaturity between the eyebrows has not faded, but they put on a posture of "I'm rock 'n' roll", showing their maturity.

This reminded Lance of when he and Gawain were young, and their adoptive father, Frank, always asked them to buy alcohol. If you don't buy it back, you will raise your hand and hit it, or pick up a baseball bat without mercy. Since Theo and Ian are both grown up, they have to go out to work part-time to keep Lance and Gawain from starving, so the two little ones have to obey at home.

But the little ones were still a long way from being twenty-one, and there was no way to buy alcohol, so they tried all sorts of things. At first, it was stolen, he played cover, Gawain stole the wine and then ran wildly, and then he stole through the back door; But once he was caught, and the shopkeeper beat him to a bruised nose and swollen face, after which they had to change their methods - finding the help of an adult was the most straightforward, but many times they did not have enough cash in their wallets, and in the end they had to find a way to steal from the warehouse or the wine cellar, or else to sneak into the rich man's pie, where the alcohol was not only free but also unlimited.

In fact, in retrospect, in addition to bitterness, those memories also have irreplaceable happiness. Not because of Frank, but because of those days of bitterness and contentment.

"Little one, how old are you?" Lance lifted his chin and raised his voice, "Twelve? Or thirteen? ”

"Fourteen!" The little guy couldn't stand the stimulation, so he retorted stubbornly, but after saying it, he regretted it, and the friends behind him immediately complained, which made Lance laugh, "So, a dozen beers?" ”

The little one immediately looked up and said in high spirits, "Yes, just a dozen beers." He looked back at his companions excitedly, "And ...... Can...... One more pack of cigarettes? Lance shrugged his shoulders and didn't veto, and the friends behind him immediately became excited, "Another bottle of pine nut wine!" "A bag of peanuts......

Lance raised an eyebrow, "I'm not a mobile merchant. The little ones collectively shut up, and the little guy standing at the front timidly stretched out the cash in his hand, a twenty-dollar bill, Lance shook his head with a smile, pushed away the immature arm, and pushed the door of the convenience store straight open. (To be continued.) )

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