[Comprehensive British and American] Deep love and one net

A rainy night is perfect for doing bad things.

"Such as robbing, or stealing things..." The classmate stretched out his fingers and counted with Blaise, "I have done the small ones, can you?"

Blaise hesitated for a while, and kept silent. He quickly calculated the probability of success in his mind. It was actually not difficult, but he wanted to.

"Even if you want to do it and decide, there is still a lot of pressure when things come to an end. Controlling your emotions is the most important part of success."

Blaise smiled and said nothing, he knew that he was underestimated by his classmates.

"Which one are you going to try? Or the easiest one, go to the supermarket and steal something!"

Blaise nodded. He stuffed the umbrella into the hands of his classmates, put on his hat, and walked towards the nearest supermarket.

"Hey, don't force it! For a good student like you, this is not as simple as doing a question!" The bad classmate eagerly wanted to follow.

"I can do it myself."

"Are you shy? Okay, I'll wait outside!"

The brightly lit supermarket had a completely different atmosphere from the outside, but because of the heavy rain, people were in a hurry.

Recently, the teacher arranged a bad guy to be at the same table. This kid just likes to pester him, probably because he wants to prove that he can also be friends with the bad guy. The top student in the grade thinks of doing something bad.

Too smart to run into any problems, Blaize just wanted to have fun doing something different.

But when he actually stood in front of the supermarket shelf, Blaise just thought it was ridiculous when he thought that he was really going to steal something. He thought he must be out of his mind to have fun in this way.

Just buy a bar of chocolate.

Blaise grabbed a piece casually, and didn't have the mood to go shopping anymore, so he turned around and planned to leave.

The footsteps were a little hurried, and a trolley from someone ahead slid over restlessly. He didn't pay attention and tripped over.

Kankan fell down and was wrapped around the waist by a strong arm.

Following that muscular arm, Blaise saw a face of a very tough guy, with a pair of calm eyes staring at him quietly.

"Are you OK?"

The man made a little effort to help him stand still.

Blaise compared his height and found that the man was more than 1.8 meters tall. He had to raise his face slightly to look directly into the other's eyes.

The man obviously sensed that he was being scrutinized. He frowned slightly, and then took a step back, "Walk carefully."

"Thank you."

Blaise wasn't sure if he laughed, he just felt his face flushed, and he was so overwhelmed by the man's aura that he almost bit his tongue.

However, the tall man ignored him, turned around and walked away quickly.

Blaise stared at his broad back in a daze, his eyes went down his back and fell on his two long legs.

The man was wearing shorts, the muscle lines on his legs were exposed, well-proportioned and clear.

For a moment, Blaize thought he had encountered an ancient Greek god who came out of an oil painting. The perfect body proportions were more predictable than the models in fashion magazines, and he was completely the type he liked.

The man turns around a row of shelves and disappears.

Blaise raised his legs and followed in that direction by some mysterious means, but he didn't see him again.

Blaze pretended to throw the chocolate to his waiting tablemate outside, and lied that he stole it.

"You are so outstanding!"

The deskmate praised him, and leaned over to hug him on the shoulder.

"I'm tired, I'll go back first."

Blaise dodged without a trace, took a few steps forward and got into the private car.

"Master, please fasten your seat belt and sit down. It's raining and the road is slippery." The driver reminded softly.

Blaise buckled up his seat belt, and with a quick glance, he saw a big tall man standing on the side of the road not far away, it was the man just now.

He was holding a big shopping bag in one hand and a dark umbrella in the other. He was standing upright by the side of the road, as if he was waiting for a bus.

Blaise's extraordinary eyesight even allowed him to see the dark hair on the man's legs, the healthy skin stretching to the part covered by the shorts.

Looking up a little bit, Blaise saw a large mass.

It's like stuffing a sandbag into the pants, and it's bulging.

"Tom, did you see that guy?" Blaize pointed to the direction where the man was standing, "Drive over there."

"The tall guy with the load?"

"Yes."

The man's altitude is too high, and there are no other obstacles around him, so he can see it very easily.

The driver didn't move.

"It's raining so hard, let's give him a ride!" said Blaise.

"Sorry, master, with all due respect, are you familiar with him?"

"Uh..." It's not easy for Blaize to lie. When the guy really gets into the car, the driver will definitely notice that he is lying. This Tom is a veteran arranged by his father to take care of him specially, and it probably means guardianship. "Just a friend."

While speaking, a taxi pulled over.

The man completely disappeared from Blaise's eyes.

"Young master, the master doesn't want you to come into contact with such a person."

"Oh?" Blaise asked displeasedly, "Such a person? What kind of person do you think he is?"

"It doesn't look like a good person, probably the same as me."

Blaze just thought it was amused, "Do you despise yourself, Tom, where is the military honor?"

"But, after all, my hands are covered with blood... After killing so many people in Eastern Europe, who can really say that what we did was just?"

Blaise saw a wry smile on the corner of Tom's mouth, and his heart tightened accordingly.

He did not dare to tell Tom that the man was indeed of his kind.

The moment his body was so close in the supermarket, Blaise smelled blood on that man's body, and it was still fresh.

However, those calm eyes were deeply imprinted in Blaize's mind. Together with his perfect figure, they became the material for Blaise's future paintings.

The bad deskmate came over to take a look, his eyes were full of admiration, "A good student is a good student, you can draw any picture so well! Who is this guy? Which comic did you read it from? This whole body of tendon meat!"

Blaise closed the sketchbook, "Listen to the class, don't talk!"

"Don't move, let me appreciate it!" The tablemate suddenly screamed, which startled Blaize.

"What do you say?"

"What kind of man doesn't have a handle?"

The deskmate poked at the bottom of the man in the sketchbook, where Blaise deliberately left it empty, and only drew two muscular, strong and slender legs.

Blaise rolled his eyes nonchalantly, "It's too big to draw."

"My Cao, what size do you want to make for him? It's just a painting!" The bad deskmate smiled and lowered his voice, "Why don't you play with this painting? I know, you are a crook. of!"

Blaise just looked at the blackboard and listened to the teacher, and ignored him completely.

Others would really think that he was listening to the class seriously, after all, his academic performance was really top-notch in the whole grade, but in fact, Blaize was just smart.

There is nothing wrong with what the bad deskmate said.

He stared at the blackboard, his thoughts wandered thousands of miles, every centimeter was related to the man on the notebook.

It's just that now, after all, in a classroom full of people, Blaise doesn't dare to be too arrogant.

Blaise let out a dry cough to wake himself up.

He looked around the classroom, and the students around him were either playing with their mobile phones or studying hard. Although they were all high school seniors, they were still childish.

And he, the outstanding person in the eyes of all the teachers and students, is the most obedient and simple in everyone's mouth.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of big blue eyes that are as clear as the sea, soft-spoken words, and a serious and elegant posture, no matter what it is, it is enough to support his personality.

Even the bad deskmate next to him who tried to blacken him thought he was a super good student even though he knew he had stolen something.

In fact, he's just a gentle scum.

Just thinking about being overwhelmed by an uncle with a beard and a muscular body, Blaise is no longer able to do it.

He has countless nights to paint the details.

Twisted veins in the arms.

Black hairs on the legs.

Piece after piece of strong tendon meat.

The smell of blood permeated the body.

Since meeting that man, Blaise has had vivid dreams at night.

Each one is different, yet much the same.

is what he likes.

Full of wild and brutal.

Even though he thought about it from time to time, Blaise only regarded that man as a model in a magazine, just a living and walking hormone that he met with his own eyes.

He didn't expect that he would see that man again and again in the vast crowd.

It is reasonable to say that Blaise does not need to attend his cousin's graduation ceremony, but his cousin insisted on pulling him, saying that he would let him experience the life of the university, and his father, who is a high-ranking official in New York City, was the special guest of that university.

"President Stark will also go, and he is sitting next to me." My father said arrogantly, "Don't you admire him very much, it's rare to have such an opportunity."

Blaise naturally followed, but he never had a chance to talk to the great Tony Stark.

The first time he wanted to strike up a conversation, he was blocked by a tall man, and Blaise was surprised and delighted to find that the man was Captain America.

He had to step aside.

The second time I went to strike up a conversation, Tony waved to the two boys.

After coming and going, Blaise lost interest, but he was very happy that he had the opportunity to appreciate Tony Stark up close. The people around this celebrity are also super seductive.

Angus, who is wearing a graduate gown, is the most handsome. I heard that he is the president of this year's student union. My cousin has mentioned him many times and is full of praise for him.

Blaise sat quietly eating melons.

My cousin secretly took pictures with his mobile phone for a long time, "He looks really good-looking, a god! It's a pity that I won't be able to see him after graduation."

Blaise snorted, opened his mouth, and remained silent.

"What do you mean, isn't he good-looking?" Cousin said displeased, looking over with hostility with an expression of wanting to defend his male god.

"Do you really want to know?" Blaise could only ask.

"what do you know?"

"Didn't you find out, the president of the student union, he actually has a lover."

Blaise zoomed in on the photo on his cousin's cell phone, and the ring on Angus' finger was clearly in sight.

"The junior student who was talking to him just now has an identical ring, a couple's. Besides, didn't you notice that the buttons on the buttons of the two suits are also the same!"

There are many more details.

Although in front of Tony Stark, the two boys still had all kinds of physical contact, unscrupulously.

Before coming to the stage, the person in the audience held Angus's hand as if to cheer him up.

The affectionate eyes can knead a sweet syrup.

My cousin wanted to cry, "No, no, what are you talking about, the wind is too strong, I can't hear you!"

"That's why I didn't want to tell you just now. It was you who asked. It's okay. Graduation is a moment of lovelorn for many people, not to mention that you and him are not in love either!"

Angus's speech was worthy of his reputation, and it was indeed brilliant.

It's a pity that Blaise wasn't interested. He looked around boredly, and finally, taking advantage of his father's time talking with other people, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, left his cousin and the others, and slipped out alone.

Walking around the base of the wall, Blaise looked up and saw a tall man standing in the shadow of the lights at the end of the auditorium.

It's that man.

Blaise was startled, and his steps became faster.

He was some distance away from him, but the other party didn't notice him.

At the end of the speech, bursts of loud applause and cheers suddenly came from behind Blaise.

The moment he turned around, and when he turned his head again, the man was gone.

Blaise ran out of the Great Hall.

The man had already reached the end of the corridor, as expected of a pair of long legs.

Blaise took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, and the wind was blowing under his feet.

He was grateful that he had skipped a bottle of ability inhibitor this morning.

"Hi!"

The man turned his head and looked over, his eyes were vigilant, "What are you doing?"

"We met, remember?"

"Oh? I don't remember." The man turned around and continued walking, ignoring any intention of answering him.

Blaise was not disappointed, after all, it was such a long time, and they were in a hurry that day.

It's just that he doesn't know that this well-trained agent has the ability to remember with a photograph, and he wants to leave immediately, not wanting to cause trouble.

Blaise followed closely, "Are you here to attend the graduation ceremony? But you don't look like a graduate, and you're definitely not a teacher. Could it be that you came to see the children? You really look quite big..."

The man stopped suddenly and stared at him coldly, "Don't follow me."

After he finished speaking, he walked forward again, went down the steps, and walked towards the parking place.

Blaise hesitated for a moment, but followed. He didn't know what to say, he just followed.

The man opened the car door, leaned over to get in, and then turned around.

"What do you want? Want to catch up? I don't know you! Hitchhiking? Let you down, I don't mean so well."

Blaise had never been spoken to in that tone before, and for a split second he thought he was a freak, and it turned him on.

But he couldn't help being attracted by this man who was full of deadly and dangerous aura.

He was like a black hole, a natural magnet for Blaize.

While he was in a daze, the man closed the car door and drove away.

Blaise wanted a contact information, if the other party was indeed coming to see the child, he was a married man...

He was indeed too abrupt.

Even if I came to see the child's graduation ceremony, it's over, and there will be no chance to meet in the future.

Not long after, he met him again.

The bad tablemate dragged him to the bar, across the noisy dance floor, Blaize saw the man drinking alone alone.

Without thinking, he stood up and walked towards him.

Perhaps the elegant gold-rimmed glasses and white shirt were too incompatible with this feasting place. Others immediately regarded Blaize as a pure white rabbit. As soon as he left the group of friends, men full of malice surrounded him.

"First time here to play? I haven't seen you before!"

The guy in the lead said and reached out to hook his chin.

Blaise took a step back in disgust to dodge, but bumped into another man's obstinate Shenzi behind him, and then put a hand on his Pigou, and squeezed it hard.

"Ah..." The unstoppable voice made everyone excited.

Blaise's face turned red and hot, "Damn it!"

He shook off the strong man who was rubbing his Pigou, but the others stretched out their hands majestically.

"Sure enough, it's a baby, but it's really sensitive!"

The dry man in the lead squeezed Blaise's neck.

All he felt was an ointment being smeared on the back of his neck.

A cold feeling rushed along his blood and rushed to his limbs, but the examination questions burned rapidly.

"What the hell did you paint on me!" he hissed and demanded.

Blaise stared at him bitterly, his strength weakened, and his thoughts began to blur.

He obediently took enough doses to suppress superpowers today!

It's just that, even with superpowers, I don't know if they can be of any use under such a nasty pure condition.

Blaise looked over the countless hands and looked at the seat where the man was sitting, however, there was no one there...

He wanted to call him a bad deskmate, and he opened his mouth in the arms of others.

Someone stuck his finger in, playing with his set-up unscrupulously but skillfully.

His shouting turned into a humming of eyebrows in an instant, and the men surrounded him and pushed him into the box.

They stayed in the box at first, and they went to the dance floor to dance around because they wanted to go out to hunt for prey.

The sofa is soft, snack bottles are piled up in a mess on the table, and all kinds of cut fruits and peels are scattered around.

"Why can't this zipper be opened for a long time?"

"I think it can be opened, you look at it!"

The men roared with laughter.

Blaise knows his nets well, he just doesn't want to take advantage of these guys.

He stared at the fruit knife on the table...

I'm afraid he can't deal with these four men with his current body, he just needs to use it to make himself bloody, the pain will bring sobriety, and the injured body will have more strength.

Even if the father swore to keep the secret that his son was a supernatural person to the outside world in order to enter politics, he was obedient and obedient, and rarely resisted taking suppressive drugs.

It's just that it doesn't mean that he is really submissive in nature.

He tried many times, in the middle of the night.

Even if he took the medicine according to the amount, after he scratched himself, his body would instinctively break the confinement, and even though the wound healed slowly, his superpowers could return to the original state.

Clothes were stripped.

Blaise took a deep breath and pleaded softly:

"I'm still a baby, be careful, don't hurt me..."

The man in front of him was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed and said, "That's natural, it will make you feel good!"

He held Blaise in his arms. "Relax, baby!"

"It's uncomfortable... I want to change the place, can I sit on you?"

Blaise tried to get closer to the table and grabbed the paring knife.

He also got his wish.

The men immediately stood a little far away on guard, thinking that he would go crazy with the knife, but they didn't want the knife to go towards his own arm, leaving a deep gash.

Blaise broke out in a cold sweat.

The four men looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"Little baby, are you playing self-mutilation? Doesn't it make you feel good to dislike us?"

Blaise huddled firmly on the sofa, with the strength churning from his body bit by bit, he looked at the room and the men in it with awe-inspiring eyes, thinking whether to turn this place into a sea of ​​blood, or just a small punishment. leave……

A man leaned over again, grabbed his trousers, which had been pulled down to his knees, and pulled them down.

Blaise clenched his dagger and was about to move when the door of the box was kicked open.

The man rushed in with low pressure, looked coldly at the four people in front of him, and finally fell on the boy who was curled up on the sofa.

Immediately, Blaize restrained his rushing thoughts of exerting strength.

It took about a minute or two for the four men to be knocked down, and the leader saw that he couldn't beat them, so he begged for mercy.

"Get out!" The man opened the door, they rushed out in a panic, and he closed the door again.

Blaise's eyes softened a long time ago, and he blinked hard on purpose. When he looked up at the man, his beautiful big blue eyes were tearful and pitiful.

The dagger had been thrown to the ground by him.

The man thought about it, walked to the computer desk in the corner of the room, tore off the tablecloth on it, tore it into rags with his bare hands, and then bandaged up the bleeding wound on Blaise's arm.

"Get dressed, I'll take you to the hospital." The man took off his own coat and threw it to Blaize.

"I..." Blaise's heart thumped, and his other hand grabbed the man's wrist.

"what happened?"

"Help me, it's hard..."

Without waiting for the man's reaction, Blaise propped up his body with all his strength, and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. He didn't care if his strength was too much, and he rushed straight to the man's lips to block it.

But the man moved away, he clasped Blaise's waist with his hands, his rough fingers rubbed against Blaise's exposed skin itching.

In fact, the man didn't make any unnecessary movements, he just picked Blaise off the sofa, helped him to stand on the ground, and then quickly arranged the clothes on Blaze's upper body.

"Put on your pants!"

Blaise guessed that he couldn't bend down to help him pull up his underwear and jeans, after all, it was so close.

Blaise was so angry and annoyed that he could only slowly pull up his trousers, but he couldn't put them on at all.

He stared at the man aggrievedly, the meaning was very obvious.

The other party took a step closer to him.

In the next second, the defenseless Blaise passed out.

He woke up in a strange room, a small hotel, just above the bar.

The body was intact, he was just laid down and slept in a deep sleep all night.

Blaise lay back on the bed slumped, cursing that damned man.

"Ruthless guy, be indifferent! Stupid straight man!"

For several days, Blaize spent the depression doubting his own charm.

The monthly exam was approaching, and his father enrolled him in a private tutoring class, with classes in the evening.

The driver went out with his father, and Blaise had to go to the teacher's house by himself.

In fact, he didn't need to make up lessons and won the first place without any surprises. He just cooperated with adults in acting.

The rain in September fell sparsely and lingeringly for three hours, but the way back was tight again.

Blaise didn't call the driver Tom, and he refused the teacher's offer to see him off, saying he wanted to take a walk.

Just want to delay going home.

Holding an umbrella, he walked slowly, looking for a place with puddles, so that a pair of snow-white and expensive shoes were wet and dirty.

He also chose to take a remote alley, the small street is full of water, few people, and quiet.

Ever since he was dragged into the box by four men that day, Blaise hadn't taken any more inhibitors, and the image he had created had reassured the adults, so no one checked whether he took it or not.

He swallowed the medicine into his mouth and spit it into the toilet, trying it repeatedly.

Now he only feels that his breathing is smooth, his whole body is extremely comfortable, and he is floating lightly, but his limbs and bones have enough strength to twist a telephone pole with his bare hands.

Unarmed... He recalled that day when the man tore the tablecloth to bandage him.

Maybe it was because he was thinking day by day and dreaming at night, in a trance, Blaise smelled a familiar breath, which belonged to that man.

He was not far away, but the smell of blood was also extremely strong.

Once again, Blaize was grateful for his extraordinary senses. He didn't have any special abilities, but his senses were extremely developed and his physical ability was different.

He didn't think it was useful either, and he didn't want to take the medicine anymore.

Keeping your ability is also self-defense, but it happened to help you meet that man.

Blaise followed the scent to find the man.

Different from the past, the mighty and cold man was covered with scars. He was hiding in an abandoned garage with weak breath.

"Hi, are you okay?"

Before Blaze's hand could touch his shoulder, a gun was on top of his head.

Blaise was taken aback, and he wasn't sure what the other party would do. He was injured like this, and his consciousness was probably blurred.

The man didn't even have the strength to stand up, but he still pinched the head of the visitor accurately in self-defense.

"I won't hurt you."

"Shall I take you to the hospital?" He asked tentatively.

"Don't go."

"You scared me, can you put it down?" Blaise said cautiously, "Remember me, I won't hurt you."

"How did you find me?" Qiang still pointed at him.

"..." Blaize didn't know how to explain.

Rob pressed in, "Don't lie!"

"Well, let me confess, I have a very keen sense of smell. I remember your smell... I can't tell you what it is, but I can recognize it..."

"Supernatural person?"

"I have been asked by my family to take medicine to suppress me. I didn't take it today." Blaise said truthfully, "My name is Blaise, and I am in High School A..."

In order to show his sincerity, he also stated his address clearly.

The man's grab did not fall.

"Hey, I've already told you how hard it is for you to trust people!"

But to be so missed by others, for a man whose life is likely to hang by a thread every minute, it is really not so easy to let go of his guard.

Blaise sighed, and continued to add helplessly: "I blame you for being too good-looking, too good-looking, too good-looking, too moving, I can't forget it, I just want to sleep with you, okay!"

The man was obviously shocked by his frankness, the gun moved slightly, and when he slumped back against the wall, the gun slipped away from Blaise's head.

"How can I help you? I can't go to the hospital, can I?"

"Just rest for a while, it's fine."

"So much blood, is it okay? Are you a special physique? A supernatural person?"

"No. I'm used to it. This injury is nothing." The man closed his eyes, "Let's go."

"I will simply bandage. I used to follow the school doctor in the school football team. You wait for me."

Blaise hurried out, only to come back again.

The man opened his eyes and stared at him impatiently.

"Okay, don't go, your wound just stopped bleeding, if you move, you'll have to tear it apart and bleed again! Don't you have to move just to avoid me!"

"Go and don't come back! Stay away from me!"

"Don't be fierce... By the way, your battle-damaged appearance looks really good..."

"Get out!" The man raised his hand to snatch it.

Blaise rushed back at super speed, "I'm paying attention, no one is following me, and at my speed, they can't keep up."

"What's that? Anesthesia?" The man pushed Blaise, "Don't use this thing on me!"

"But if you want to take out the bullet, it will hurt to death!"

"Get used to it." He said, snatching the tweezers from Blaise and doing it himself.

It hurts Blaise to look at it, and he finally looks away.

Several other places on his body were scratched, deep and shallow, and of different sizes.

"Can I ask what's going on here?"

"cannot!"

"You're not a bad person, I know. If so, that day..." Blaize couldn't go on, he was so thin-skinned.

"Bad guys don't distinguish like that."

The man was tired, and Blaise couldn't bother him anymore. He sent a message to his family to lie, and then found a comfortable corner next to the man to stay with him.

Blaise fell asleep in a daze, maybe because it rained again at night, maybe because he had always slept deeply, and when he woke up the next morning, he didn't find that the man had left.

He didn't even know when the other party put his coat on him.

"This damn guy, just leave!"

Blaze kicked an abandoned bicycle away.

On the way back, the autumn rain was still pattering, so he simply didn't open an umbrella.

Sober up, he guessed that the other party was afraid of causing him trouble, so he left without saying goodbye.

Blaze turned his clothes inside out, but there was no clue, two cigarette butts, a lighter, and nothing else in his pockets.

The blood-stained clothes were also scratched a little bit by the sharp knife, but Blaize didn't wash or throw them away.

He secretly hid it in the bedroom.

"Do you have any way to find someone?" Blaize asked the bad tablemate.

"Take photos and post them in the group 'Wanted'?"

Blaise didn't have a photo, only a portrait, but he was afraid that he would cause trouble for that man, so he didn't let this deskmate do anything.

In fact, there is no special way, even if you have extraordinary senses, it will not be effective in the vast crowd.

Blaze was often captured by the emptiness of desire and dissatisfaction, and this feeling was much stronger than before, not only physically, but also psychologically.

The desire to see someone is too strong, tormenting him every minute.

The monthly exam was reduced to No.5, and teachers and students were shocked.

The good-natured adult couldn't help scolding him.

Blaze showed no remorse, and the thing that tormented him was far worse than his test scores.

He mourned for himself in every fallen dream: "I don't even know his name!" Blaize thought he was going crazy.

During the campaign for the mayor of New York City, there were various gatherings and famous scenes, and Blaise had no interest at all.

"Don't you like it very much, you can see a lot of boys from the upper class!" Cousin is still in high spirits.

"It seems that they are all those people, vulgar and boring!"

"Tsk tsk, listen to your evaluation, how fresh and refined do you want? The taste is so tricky!"

However, Blaize doesn't like fresh and refined, his heart is full of those mysterious and hostile eyes.

It is always an illusion that the other party is a ghost, maybe it is really the emissary beside Hudson, the king of the underworld, covered in blood, and turned himself into a sharp knife.

"I heard that the mayor's pet boy will attend tonight's banquet! Open your eyes and see what it is!"

Blaise was so entangled, and he didn't care about dressing up, he just put on a suit casually, his colorless face was exactly the same as the snow-white dress.

"Narcissus, you are so beautiful!" My cousin never hesitated to praise him, "Naxos himself!"

In ancient Greek mythology, the boy who narcissistically turned into a daffodil because of his beauty has been an unparalleled one in everyone's mind since ancient times.

Blaize stared at himself in the mirror. At first glance, he was indeed like a beautiful daffodil. His whole body was pure and clean. Even if he was not energetic, those azure blue eyes had a soul-stirring beauty.

Just looking at his white skin and his obedient and gentle personality, everything is incompatible with that man.

What does it matter!

He just liked him.

Blaise still went to the banquet with his cousin.

In addition to caring about politics, the attendees were also very interested in the mayor's male favorite.

Blaise was pulled in by his cousin, so he had to say a few perfunctory words.

Not to mention the mayor's male favourites, the rich men here are enough for him, they are all bright and fragrant, with roses or peonies, and those ladies, their gestures are full of charm.

Who really cares about New York, just looking for an opportunity to get together, one by one to find a good prey for themselves.

Blaise watched and listened, distracted.

Surrounded by a crowd of people, the mayor came down from the second floor.

"That's the new male favourite!"

Blaise was poked by his cousin, and he turned and looked over, with a freshly stuffed cherry still in his mouth.

With a thump, he swallowed and forgot to chew.

Boy favorite, who?He only saw the man standing behind the mayor!

How can it be?

"Yes, the old man?" Blaise wasn't sure if he should point.

Cousin stopped his hand and lowered his voice, "Idiot! That's a security guard! The one at the back, in the corner, behind his wife!"

Blaise breathed a sigh of relief.

That man was standing near the mayor, fulfilling his duties, calmed down and looked at the past, it really couldn't be a man's favorite!

"Where did he come from as a bodyguard? It wasn't him before?"

"Hired for a special period!" My cousin is well informed. "I heard that someone wants to assassinate the mayor. This guy is very powerful. He was recommended by the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"SHIELD? Recommended?"

"Why, everyone is talking about male pets, how are you doing?" My cousin suddenly came to his senses and looked at him with a playful smile.

"No, don't be kidding, I'm still a child!"

"I was wrong, you are a good boy." The cousin patted him with a smile, no longer embarrassed to make fun of him.

Although he knew that he was an adult, but he couldn't just make this kind of joke casually to this role model of a nobleman, even though he had a good relationship, his cousin didn't dare to make a fool of himself.

How did he know that Blaise was so distracted that he was about to float with excitement!

He seldom joins in the fun with people like the mayor, but today he purposely walks over there.

Blaise was full of presence, and he didn't miss the fleeting strange expression on the man's face.

However, until the end of the banquet, Blaise did not find a chance to speak to him alone.

The hard work paid off, and he finally found a gap:

Someone takes the man's place!

Blaise lied to his cousin quietly and chased the man upstairs.

One door after another, the man walked into one with his front foot, and he pushed against the door with his back foot and pushed in.

"What are you here for?"

Blaise closed the door behind him and locked it behind him.

He turned around and hugged him eagerly, regardless.

"You can scold me, or laugh at me... I really want to