Chapter 470: E-sports God Becomes Addicted (47)
Outcome......
At the height of his excitement, the boy's head tilted outward and fell on her shoulder.
Graceful circle.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
She came back to her senses, and her magnificent and bewitching red lips spit out two words in a low voice: "." โ
- I've taken off my pants, why are you showing me this?
Her Majesty was speechless.
In the end, he had to sigh helplessly, pushed away the young man who was breathing calmly with his eyelashes hanging lightly, and got up and went to the compartment bathroom.
Vent the fire!
Ahem, ahem.
In fact, he was kissed and bitten by a young man, making it sticky and greasy......
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The next morning.
When Mu Bai woke up, he was the only one left in the room.
The neurite pain after the hangover, the boy raised his white and slender fingers, gently rubbed his forehead, and slowly sat up from the bed.
The pair of obsidian eyes were radiant and hollow, the pale pink lips were as pinkish as cherry blossoms, the lips were faintly pale, and the delicate brows were slightly frowned, which could be seen - the young man was in a little irritable at the moment.
Xu is angry when he gets up, and Xu is a headache from a hangover.
After sitting quietly for a moment, Mu Bai's long and thick eyelashes trembled twice, and his obsidian-like eyes finally slowly turned.
Gradually, his cold gaze regained and landed lightly and slowly at the end of the bed not far away.
There, a white shirt was scattered all over the place. The style is not much different from what he wears every day.
From the folds on the collar and cuffs, you can tell that the white shirt was worn and replaced.
But......
Mu Bai's gaze slowly fell back to him from the shirt scattered at the end of the bed.
He was still wearing yesterday's clothes.
Mu Bai's delicate and cold eyebrows like ink paintings frowned unconsciously tightly.
Last night, it seems that 'Song Ye' helped him back to the room?
Trying to recall.
Some chaotic and complicated memory fragments, like floating lights, flashed quickly in my mind.
Last night, the hot pot restaurant returned to the king training base, and the 'boy' was pressed against the wall and kissed unscrupulously while looking for the key.
Last night, when I entered the room, the 'boy' was thrown down on this bed by him.
Last night, on this bed, under the clothes of the 'teenager' was a picture of a woman's young and delicate body.
Last night, he lowered his head to cover the picture of the white flowers and the bright red stamens in full bloom......
Is it a dream?
Or is it a reality that once really happened?
If it is a dream that cannot be imagined, how sad should it be?
If it's true......
If it's true......
If the image that existed in his fragmentary memory last night was not a dream......
When this thought suddenly appeared in his mind, Mu Bai's heart jumped.
He thought he might be crazy.
The first reaction was to ask the person for clarification.
Are you a girl?
However, the man was no longer visible here.
Mu Bai was slightly flustered.
Was it that he was drunk last night, and he did something uncontrollable that annoyed 'him', so that 'he' didn't say goodbye?
Thinking like this, the young man's cold and noble face appeared for the first time a look similar to regret and fear.
"Song Ye โโ!"
The young man lifted the quilt and got out of bed, not caring that he was still wearing the clothes and pants that were stained with red oil and wine yesterday.
Who knows, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a slightly messy white sheet, a dazzling and bright red flower, enchanting and gorgeous blooming on it......
It's like the blood of a virgin.