Mr. Gong

If Mr. Gong was a guitarist in a rock band, what kind of sparks would he have when he first met Mr. Officer? Let us dream back to the tea restaurant where they first met in Chapter 2.

"Would you like a drink?" Mr. Officer looked at the man sitting opposite him.

The man was wearing a dress with a large V-neck and a deep mouth, revealing a delicate collarbone and a firm chest with white flowers. He had long black hair reaching his waist, a pair of green peach blossom eyes painted with black eyeliner, and a promise hanging from the corner of his mouth. There is no smile.

"Um…."

The man held his chin and hesitated for a moment. After a few seconds, he seemed to think of something. With a smile on his eyes, he stretched out his index finger and ticked off at the officer, signaling him to approach him.

"..." Mr. Officer looked at the man opposite, staring at himself like a fairy.

The other party's outstretched index finger seemed to have some bewitching magic power, and he couldn't control it. The officer, caught in the other's seductive eyes, moved forward.

The man grabbed the officer's tie and pulled it forward, and the officer moved forward to his face.

Without opening his mouth, the man was playing with the officer's tie in his hand, and looked at him as if looking at him.

The man opened his lips slightly and approached Mr. Officer, and stopped at the moment he was about to kiss, "Would you like to go to my apartment, huh?..."

The officer seemed to have endured for a long time, slipped his Adam's apple, and said hoarsely, "Hmm...".

Mr. Gong turned on the light, "...well, maybe you are going to be barefoot. There are no spare house shoes here, but the floor is tatami, so there should be no problem." He motioned for the officer behind to follow.

The officer raised his eyebrows. The apartment is not as luxurious as imagined, and the color tone is unexpectedly very warm, but intuitively, it can be felt that every item is expensive.

"Go sit on the sofa first, how about the blue enchantress? I'll make a glass for you..." Mr. Gong beckoned him to sit down, and went to the bar next to him to make a drink.

Mr. Officer was fascinated by Mr. Gong's posture of shaking the wine. It seemed that the other party drank a lot, and he was even very proficient.

Thinking that the other party would usually take people back to the apartment and drink and flirt with others, Mr. Officer felt that it was ironic for him to sit here. The other party had never thought of being with him at all.

Are you willing, Mr. Officer asked himself.

Mr. Officer, who has such a knot in his heart, was very crazy all night, and then thought that the other party had done these things with others before, so he almost couldn't control his actions.

Finally, he forced Mr. Gong to look up at the mirror in the bathroom: "Honey, look at yourself, how beautiful you are."

Mr. Gong looked at the person behind him from the mirror. The man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were stern but a little gentle, and he looked at himself with a smile that seemed to have nothing, and he looked careless.

Thinking of Mr. Officer's expression and movements of desire and emotion in front of others, and intimate embrace with others, he was so jealous that he couldn't help but his eyes turned red.

Mr. Gong didn't show weakness either. He looked at the other party provocatively with a look of "Can you do it?"

Looking proudly at the officer who was fighting on him, Mr. Gong stepped forward and bit his Adam's apple: "The technology is not..."

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked up by the officer.

"..." Seeing Mr. Gong begging for mercy at the top of his voice, the officer slowed down a little.