The Devil of the Walking Street

When Lan Ming woke up, he found that he was lying on Swell's chest, as if being held in the arms of the other party.

He thought about the reason for this, and felt that it was unlikely that he rolled over by himself.

"..." The little devil raised his head slightly, and saw that Swell's eyes were still tightly closed, and the man's eyelashes were very long, which made his tough face look like a literary hero.But the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, which adds a touch of wretchedness to this face.

He poked the man's chest lightly, and found that the man was motionless, as if he was still asleep.

Lan Ming moved gently, tried his best, twisted his neck and looked out the window—the sky was just turning pale, and it was still very early.

If he got up, it would definitely startle him.

Lan Ming stopped thinking about it, simply closed his eyes, and began to try to return to sleep.

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In a daze, he felt that he was walking in a corridor.

Dark green lake, green and thick vines, endless corridors.

A person was ushered in front of him.

Who is it?

As he got closer, the figure of that person gradually became clear.

It was a man, a beggar-like man in gray and rough clothes.

He stood in the middle of the corridor, holding out his hand to himself.

I ignored him, but went straight around and continued walking forward.

The surrounding scenery remained unchanged.

Another person stood in the middle of the corridor.

This time, this person was wearing a handsome black tuxedo, meticulous.He stood in the middle of the road, politely making a gesture of invitation to himself.

Although he has no face, Lan Ming knows that this is the man in dilapidated clothes just now.

Lan Ming ignored him and walked past him again.

Although his back was facing the other party, he knew very clearly that when the man walked past him, he also turned around with him, but there was a thick and dark chain on his hand out of thin air.

He dragged the chain, followed him, and his footsteps became faster and faster, but he didn't seem to notice it, and his walking speed never changed.

The chain dragged on the ground without making any sound.

"Hey, how long are you going to sleep in?"

Lan Ming opened his eyes and realized that his back was suddenly drenched in cold sweat.

Swell propped his head up, turned sideways to look at the little devil, and put his other hand on the back of the other's waist, hugging him tightly: "Dreaming?"

"…No."

Swell didn't say anything after hearing the words, he leaned close to Lan Ming's neck and sniffed, absorbing the vague fragrance of the young man like an idiot.

"Wake up when you wake up...you are so disgusting." Lan Ming pushed the man's head away, shrinking back in disgust.

Swell was kicked off the bed by the other party, and he didn't get up. He sat on the floor and yawned: "Today you go to buy something too early."

The little devil also sat up from the bed, his hair was disheveled and his clothes were disheveled, his tail seemed to be wagging regularly with a certain rhythm: "Why? We went out to eat together, and went to find...someone, isn't it good?"

"nonono" Swell proudly shook his index finger: "I have a courier delivery at noon."

Lan Ming gave him a disdainful look: "...ask Xiaomei Xu to help you."

"That won't work, I bought it for you."

"Me? What?"

The man smiled mysteriously: "Things that can help you improve your style. I think you will definitely use them when you and the werewolves first get up."

Lan Ming's first thought was some weird things made by alchemists, or some witch's potion, and then thinking that this is China, maybe it might be a spell or magic weapon of a certain Taoist family.

However, which of these things will be sent by express?

"where did you buy it?"

"Taobao. Where else?"

"...Okay." The little devil rubbed his eyes and began to unbutton his pajamas. Feeling the burning eyes behind him, he turned his head in embarrassment: "...Do you have to watch?"

Siweier raised his eyebrows: "Could it be possible that you demons will still get pregnant if you take a second look?"

"..." Lan Ming didn't want to choke with the other party, so he took off his pajamas in silence, opened the closet by the bed, and rummaged through the clean clothes.

Siweier was admiring the young man's white and warm body - maybe it is more accurate to say it with lust.

The little devil's body is not too slender, but a soft beauty, like a piece of soft jade, which makes people want to hold it in their hands and play with it.

But he is not as fragile and fragile as jade, on the contrary, he is a high-risk species that even the church must treat with care.

Lan Ming pulled out a shirt and put it on hastily without buttoning it up. His thin waist was dangling in front of the man's eyes.

Below the belly button is a place that makes people reverie.

Aww...why don't you take off your pants...

Siweier watched with enthusiasm, and finally he couldn't stand the torment, and left the little devil's room voluntarily.

Hearing the sound of the door being closed, Lan Ming, who had just put on his shirt and hadn't had time to button it, looked at the back of the man leaving inexplicably.

【explain.To say that XX and XX "just" got up means that XX and XX have a head-on confrontation=￣ω￣=]