yellow sorghum

He was shaking the wine glass in his hand, absent-mindedly, Wei Mo was happily chatting with a boy next to him, his eyes narrowed into crescents in a smile, his head lay on his arms, and his face was a little flushed.

The lighting in the bar is soft, and the warm orange color on the face makes people feel very comfortable. Someone came up to talk to Yu Minglang. He is good-looking and has a good temperament. Thin cool meaning.

He pretended to be pure and kind, with an innocent face: "Sorry, I have a companion."

The person who came was not annoyed, and smiled: "That's bothering you."

Most of the people who attended the party had some status in society, and they always treated people politely, wearing a gentle mask, and they would not be angry if you refused them, and they would come with a glass of wine and leave with a glass of wine.

The lights suddenly became gorgeous, and they frantically flicked back and forth in the arena, and finally settled on the elevated shelf in the middle of the dance floor.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became high. The people who were still talking with each other with wine glasses all focused their eyes there. They put down their glasses and applauded, cheering softly.

The lights were all there, and the stage was like a concentrator. Wei Mo also applauded and whistled, looking very excited.

Yu Minglang: "What's wrong?"

He leaned over and shouted in Yu Minglang's ear: "There is a show tonight, someone will go up and dance later."

Yu Minglang: "Dance troupe?"

Wei Mo's eyes were all on there, his body leaned forward, and he almost stood up. He replied in a random way: "It's okay, it's okay."

This should be the highlight of the night. Just a few beams of lights attracted the attention of the audience, and even the elite who seemed to be very gentle showed a little excitement.

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching: "Is this a serious dance troupe?"

Wei Mo flopped down on the table with a laugh, and exaggeratedly hung his hands on the table: "What kind of dance troupe do you think hahaha! This is not a gangster party, where are there so many unscrupulous things hahaha!"

He felt a little embarrassed, Wei Mo smiled indistinctly, and the two dimples on his face were trembling.

The lights were changing colors, and several long-haired "girls" in leather clothes came from the dark, lined up in a straight line, and stood up on the stage. Several people posed different poses, and the stage gradually became quiet. All eyes fell there, with anticipation in their eyes. "They" had heavy makeup on their faces, their eye shadows gleamed under the light, their waist-length hair was slightly curled, and their exposed calves were whitened by the light.

But Yu Minglang felt slightly weird, "they" all looked beautiful, but there was always something wrong, these "girls" were all too tall?It was "them" whose thighs were clearly textured and lacked a little softness.Or are these gay guys showing too enthusiastic actions, which gay guy would be interested in women?

He opened his mouth slightly, and said to himself: "They won't be..."

Wei Mo: "Yes."

Yu Minglang raised his eyebrows: "Do you know what I want to ask?"

He laughed: "Do you see that there are women in this scene?"

The music sounded, and the scene was boiling again. These men whistled and clapped their hands, their eyes sparkled. The girls on the stage oh no, they were boys. They danced with the music on the stage, their bodies were soft and feminine But there was a force in the middle, the body twisted freely, and a seductive movement drew cheers from the audience, mobilizing the atmosphere.

A few minutes later, a dance ended, and several people were out of breath. The boy who led the dance took the microphone handed over by others, took a few breaths, stroked his chest, and showed a smile on his face. His voice was unusually hoarse and magnetic. The person's eardrums were itchy, and he said, "Thank you everyone."

After finishing speaking, he bowed to everyone below and won another round of applause.

"There's another show coming up."

After he finished speaking, he handed the microphone to his mouth, his eyes were charming, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "begin!"

"Wow!"

There were ups and downs of screaming, the surrounding lights were ambiguous and dark, and the music played again. Unlike before, there was a little more frenzy at this moment. These boys twisted their bodies crazily on top, adding a little charm.

This is like an interactive show. The boy leading the dance walked to one side of the stage. He glanced around, bent down and stretched out his hand to pull people, trying to pull others up to dance with them, but the person who was pulled seemed unwilling. Press the boy's hand to push away.Sitting on the chair, Yu Minglang saw that the person being pulled had his back turned to him, as if waving his hand at the boy, signaling that he would not go up, but the people around him wanted to push him up, and in the end the person was half pushed and half pulled away on stage.

There was chaos. The people below saw someone being pulled up, and they burst into louder cheers. The scene was unexpectedly frenzied for a while. It seemed that the person who was pulled up was also a young man, wearing a letter jacket, and the neck above his neck The hair is shaved very short.

He was pulled by the boy and stood under the light. The boy beckoned him to learn from him, but the person who was pulled up was a little shy, embarrassed, and kept touching his nose to hide his nervousness. People can't see clearly.

It wasn't until the lighting master hit the light on his face that the scene became heated again. The man was handsome, with a high nose bridge and a heroic spirit. In the blink of an eye, he was full of amorous feelings, which caused all the homosexuals present to cheer loudly.

Wei Mo excitedly shook Yu Minglang's arm: "Minglang, look, Minglang, that man is so handsome, so manly!"

He had a nympho on his face, immersed in the beauty of the handsome guy on the stage, he didn't see Yu Minglang's weird expression at all, his eyes were full of shock, and his mouth seemed to be unable to close.

With a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, he danced helplessly with the dancers, his movements were stiff, and the light hit his face, making his facial features blurred, but it was a little sexy, and the dancers surrounded him, his expression was a little bit Embarrassed, as if I don't know where to put my hands and feet.

The boy who led the dance stood there just now and shouted something to his partner. While the man was not paying attention, he tore off his coat, revealing the black sleeveless vest inside, and there was another burst of cheers from below, and the dancers walked along the stage Walking around, he finally threw the letter coat to his companion.

The man stood there with a dazed look on his face. The black tight vest outlined his chest and abdomen, and the exposed arm muscles were smooth. His honey-colored skin was even more alluring under the light.

Yu Minglang suddenly felt a little parched. Wei Mo pulled his arm and screamed, looking like he was about to faint. There was noise all around, the music was loud, and the lights dazzled his eyes, but none of this was his fault. In this world, his eyes and mind are all filled with the person on the stage, and suddenly the small waist dripping with sweat and the smooth lines flashed through his mind.

Qi Sen, that person above is Qi Sen...how could he be here!

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