[Zhongyingmei] Official Mascot

Chapter 36

The seaside bar in the small town of Leonard is now full of people.

It seems that all the young people are continuing to carnival here, swaying their bodies in the dazzling neon along with the rhythm.

The band was playing on the stage, and the passionate melody ignited the whole atmosphere, and the hot smell of sweat and perfume spread in the air.

Naturally, they didn't come here to indulge and have fun.

Peter and Dolores leaned against the bar, looking at Eggsy not far away.

He has completely blended into the crowd of locals, chatting and laughing with a group of people holding wine glasses.

They were talking about an out-of-town company that bought the local old motel theater before they were in town.

Eggsy suspected it was Hydra.

Because it is said that the area is under construction now, outsiders are not allowed to enter, and a high wire fence is surrounded, but the sound of construction is rarely heard during the day, and there are idle hooligans wandering there in the middle of the night, and they are scared back by ghosts. up.

"Ghost?? Hahaha! Are you serious? Just kidding."

Eggsy is wearing a disheveled white shirt, black-rimmed glasses hanging from his collar, and his hair is not as neat as before, but it looks more suitable for the bar environment.

He laughed until the whiskey was spilling out of his glass, and his new friends laughed too.

"This is too funny, are you sure he didn't drink too much and hallucinate, man?"

"Who knows? Anyway, he suffered a lot this time hahahahahaha!!"

"I don't believe his nonsense until I see with my own eyes—"

"Then you go, brother!"

Everyone booed and applauded, and Eggsy laughed a few times: "Oh, don't be stupid, who would waste time on that kind of thing, that's what kids in high school would do, are you all Boy Scouts?"

Everyone laughed wildly and stopped mentioning this matter.

The two real high school teenagers heard Eggsy's words from the burst of music, and looked at each other silently.

"......"

Dolores burst out laughing, Peter looked at her innocently, shrugged: "Anyway, I did join the Boy Scouts—"

Dolores laughed and fell into Peter's arms.

After a while, Eggsy slipped to the bar, and they pretended not to know each other. Eggsy ordered a cocktail without even looking at them.

"I think that construction site is very problematic, it looks like Hydra's style."

Peter hugged Dolores' waist affectionately, nodded silently: "Indeed."

"I'll go talk to them again, you can go back as soon as possible."

Eggsy couldn't help saying, "Hey, you two don't seem to be old enough to go to a bar..."

"Who said that?"

Dolores turned her head and winked at him slyly: "At least the age on the certificate is enough."

Of course, it's a fake document.

Peter seemed to be suddenly interested. He suddenly grabbed Dolores by the waist, led her to the dance floor step by step, and waved to Eggsy amidst her laughter: "We may need to relax a little... , you understand~"

The song was also cut at this time, it was a brisk dance song.

Eggsy watched helplessly as the sweet little couple entered the dancing crowd under his gaze, hugged each other tightly, and began to dance lingeringly.

Are they still laughing at him? ? !What's the meaning? ?

Eggsy stared dumbfounded at the two of them showing themselves off.

I didn't expect that a girlfriend who is a colleague has so many benefits——

Eggsy only feels that he is not single but even more single.

These two teenagers who are a few years younger than him give him a critical hit without a doubt.

"........"

Fine....

Eggsy was caught off guard by this scene, holding his own cocktail in a complicated mood, and returned to work in grief and indignation to continue investigating information.

Peter's hand was gently wrapped around Dolores' waist, and he felt the body temperature and heartbeat that belonged to him amidst the turbulent music and other people's breath.

Dolores is close to him, and the familiar smell can be easily captured by him.

This incident made him unable to bear a faint smile.

Dolores' arms were wrapped around his neck, her bright eyes were changing unpredictable brilliance in the colorful and gorgeous lights, and the long curly hair scattered on the back occasionally brushed his fingers.

Dolores could see the tender, burning emotion in the boy's eyes, and it made her heart beat a little faster.

The corner of her mouth curled up: "I didn't know you had joined the Boy Scouts?"

Peter showed a hint of helplessness, he smiled and said: "I did participate... I was still wearing glasses at the time, I had curly hair, and I was not tall—"

Dolores sneered: "I really want to see what it looks like when you say that."

"That's not a particularly pretty look. The photo is still with Aunt Mei."

"Then when we go back, I must take a look."

Peter chuckled: "Well, I won't refuse anyway."

"And I will tell Aunt May everything when the time comes, I swear."

Dolores nodded without hesitation: "I believe in you, of course, I will still be with you."

She looked up at him in such a way that Peter bent down to kiss her.

Well, today's lip balm tastes sweet.

Afterwards, the two went to the bar and ordered a cocktail, which was not high in alcohol and even had a hint of cherry flavor.

But the wine seemed to bring them a slightly drunken heat, the sound of the music became excited again, and the surrounding air seemed to become hotter.

They were all intoxicated in this kind of carnival with a little unconsciousness, kissing breathlessly in the chaotic crowd, their bodies clinging to each other, and then swaying.

Peter saw that her cheeks were flushed, and a few strands of hair were stained on her sweaty cheeks, and he himself seemed to be a little dizzy from east to west, and her breath suddenly enveloped him strongly. not there.

Peter had no memory of what time they went back, but it was already late.

But Dolores's back was very clear under the night wind and the dazzling lights, and they were hugging and kissing at the corner of the street, standing under the street lamp with the dazzling light above their heads.

Her flowing skirt was constantly turbulent in her eyes, the outline of her legs was occasionally revealed, and the strappy high heels stepped on his heartbeat step by step.

In the end, they returned to the hotel with a bit of drunkenness.

Dolores swayed up the stairs holding on to the handrail, humming with her arms open.

"Peter, come up."

She narrowed her eyes with a smile, turned around and blew a kiss to him with her skirt lifted.

Peter watched her back turn around the corner of the stairs, but suddenly paused.

There is a row of vending machines on the side of the stairs.

Peter lowered his eyes hesitantly, a hot flush and heart palpitations slowly climbed up his ears.

There was no one at the front desk of the hotel, and he was the only one in the entire lobby.

Peter's heart was pounding. He looked around and hesitated for a few seconds.

Then, blushing, he quickly ran to one of the vending machines, bought a box of condoms in a panic with shaking hands, quickly stuffed it into his pocket, and ran upstairs vigorously.