The Devil of the Walking Street

Qi Wei was lying on the sofa, still wearing the overalls of the hotel waiter.

Hadley rested his head on his front paws, his expression dazed and his eyes glazed over, as if he had just seen something he shouldn't have seen.

It was too much stimulation, and I haven't recovered from it yet.

Lan Ming had no place to sit, so he could only go back to his room to play with his mobile phone while praying for the girl to wake up soon.

About 10 minutes later, the door of the room was opened, and Swell walked in with only a bath towel wrapped around his lower body. The healthy wheat-colored skin and well-textured muscle lines were so openly presented in Lan Ming's sight.

Lan Ming: "...is depraved."

Siweier snorted and said, "It's not as good as you—exploding clothes..."

The boy's face froze, and before he could finish speaking, he threw the pillow over.

Swell smiled and took the pillow, and walked towards the boy sitting on the bed step by step: "I haven't settled with you in the bathroom just now—" He pinched Lan Ming's chin with his index finger and thumb, forcing his cheeks to flush slightly The other party looked at me: "Leave when I'm done having fun... Don't you think you have to make it up to me?"

"..." Lan Ming put down the phone, shook his head and broke free from the shackles on his chin: "Obviously I washed my hair well there..."

Someone broke in by himself.

Swell was not happy. Before Lan Ming could react, he pressed the other side's shoulders and pushed the boy down on the bed. The two people's noses were nose to nose, and their breaths blended with each other.

Lan Ming looked into the man's eyes, and his heartbeat suddenly began to speed up uncontrollably, especially when the man's knee was only separated by a layer of towel, and he was still rubbing against his lower body suggestively.

A charming room.

"you……"

"Tell me," Swell carefully traced the young man's delicate face with his eyes, with a gentle and gentle tone—even though his current posture and movements are very aggressive.

"Why did you find me? That day?"

The day they met.

The archbishop, who was out hunting, did not return to the church until almost three o'clock in the morning.When he pushed open the unlocked door, he saw a petite demon bathed in moonlight.

【Hey!Here is the church! 】

The boy sitting on the pew in the church like a sculpture turned his head slowly, his expression was dim under the dim natural light.

[Can you take me in? 】

"What do you think? Find an archbishop to take care of you. Huh?" The foreheads of the two pressed against each other, and Swell searched for the boy's dark red pupils, trying to find the secret buried deepest.

Lan Ming looked at Swell and didn't speak for a while.

"I think—" The man's mature and sexy aura enveloped Lan Ming, which made him feel a strange shudder: "Find that person who also has a long life—to spend the next boring years with him. "

"Or," Laming paused, "killed by him."

At that time, I was on the verge of collapse, thinking that everything would be fine—come and end this twisted thing personally.

Either way.

"Fortunately, you look like me." Swell smiled, and kissed him on the eyes: "Then, now your goal has been achieved."

The flash of embarrassment on the boy's face was keenly captured by the man, who obviously thought of all the things in the bathroom just now.

"So you wanted to seduce me from the beginning?" Swell asked knowingly, "Why do you have such an idea?"

Lan Ming lowered his eyelids, and didn't look at the other person again: "It's too lonely if I'm alone."

It's really lonely.

The so-called good memories, under the erosion of loneliness, do not bring people substantial comfort, but only leave the world full of emptiness.

Back then, when I came to this church, if I really wanted to talk, finding a companion and seeking the "Book of Sand" were all secondary.

Just come and kill me.

This thought is the most important.

Seeing the other party's rare and fragile appearance, he lowered his head and rubbed against the boy's neck, his voice was vague: "Then, where is Adeline?"

Where is your guide?Where is your teacher?

Why is she not with you?

"died."

Lan Ming's voice was very soft, like an autumn breeze blowing past his ears, which made the listeners almost think that they were hallucinating.

"Dead?!" This time it was Swell's turn to be surprised.