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The dark blue and deep black eyes were deep, and the man's downcast gaze showed some affection for no reason.

Lan Qiaoyi couldn't help taking a step back.

——The subtle movements were noticed by the person in front of him, and a soft laugh echoed in the boy's ears.

A hazy blush gradually appeared on the soft white cheeks, and the expression behind the dark eyes was half hidden behind the long black eyelashes.

"Are you...really shy?"

As the two of them approached, the young man was gradually shrouded in Rang Gaoda's figure. It wasn't until he could no longer look at the person in his arms any closer that the man hesitantly confirmed one thing again:

At this time, the person standing in front of him really blushed.

Not because of nervousness or any other reason.

After realizing this, a hot flame suddenly burst into Jean's heart, and the heat spread to his whole body in an instant.

"I……"

The man's hand hanging by his side curled up uncontrollably. He looked at the slender and beautiful young man in his arms with great concentration and reverence, and gently raised his hand to touch that soft cheek.

Lan Qiaoyi flinched, but his heels touched the hard wall behind him.

In the next second, a shadow was cast before his eyes.

The slightly cool lips were soft, but the affection in the man's eyes seemed to burn someone just by looking at it.

The heat from the palms covering his waist came from his waist, and his Qingba body bent into a beautiful arc. The boy raised his hand and wanted to reject it, but Rang, who had detected his intention in advance, raised his hand to hold it first. It showed two white and slender wrists.

"Well--"

Minute whimpers escaped from between the bright red lips, accompanied by a sticky/greasy sound of "tsk tsk," which made those who heard it feel flushed.

It's like touching the silky petals with your lips. When the lips are attached, you can smell the fragrant flower fragrance between the nostrils. .

Wei Du's lips were bitten lightly by the man, and in the intention of the people below him to shrink back, Wei Wei opened his lips to catch the blush.

The sensitive waist was gently kneaded one by one, and the firm heart gradually turned into a puddle of spring water, which could only be held in the palm of the hand and melted into sweet and greasy sugar silk with the heat.

"Um--!"

A muffled hum suddenly sounded.

Jean let out a low laugh, he backed away slightly, looked down at the flushed and short-breathing young man below him, and said slowly:

"Jojo also has two waists that are very beautiful when you touch them."

When you press it lightly with your fingertips, you can tell it even through the clothes. It is a shape that can be played with carefully.

The cold, white and slender fingers curled up slightly, and the knuckles stroked along the slender and fair neck. The young man couldn't help trembling slightly, but he still couldn't stop the man from moving.

"Let……"

It's just that calling the other person's name at this time can only make the temperature in the man's eyes even hotter.

The end of the bright red eyes was lightly tapped by the cool fingertips, Lan Qiaoyi blinked uncontrollably, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw the smile on the lips of the person in front of him.

Those deep eyes looked at him, and the next second, the man stretched out his hand, and there was a slight coolness on his cheek.

"Okay, now I can take you to the banquet with confidence."

Lan Qiaoyi was still a little dazed, and then the hand hanging by his side was gently held by the other party, and brought up to his cheek.

His fingertips touched a hard coolness, and his movements suddenly stopped.

That is……

"Put on your mask and follow me."

Lan Qiaoyi frowned suspiciously, and touched the "mask" on his face again.

"Why... can't I feel it?"

The boy's confused look made the man laugh, and his low laughter echoed in the room.

Jean's voice was very gentle:

"That's because this mask can't help covering your face, and it can also hide your identity."

[Host, this is indeed a prop. ]

The voice of 039 in his mind affirmed the man's statement, and it also made Lan Qiaoyi's heart that had been faintly suspended was slightly relieved.

"don’t worry."

As if seeing his thoughts, Jean said to him in a deep voice when night fell.

……

The cruise ship at night seems to be covered with a veil, which adds a bit of mystery for no reason.

Lan Qiaoyi followed behind Rang and walked into the private banquet hall of the cruise ship owner who had never appeared in public for the first time.

In the dark night, people in the same direction as them wore masks and kept silent, as if they were on a secret date.

Such a slightly depressing atmosphere dissipated as soon as he entered the banquet hall.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at everything in front of him in a daze——

Magnificent, even the air is filled with extravagance.

"Dazed?"

The voice next to his ear successfully brought his attention back to reality. Lan Qiaoyi turned his head to look at the man. Even though the mask covered his face, the smile in the voice was clearly heard in his ears.

"……No."

The boy's muffled voice made the curvature of his lips widen.

"Okay, teasing you, follow me closely for a while, don't run around."

When it came to the second half of the sentence, the man's tone took on a bit of seriousness and earnestness.

Hearing that, even though he was a little awkward because of the teasing just now, Lan Qiaoyi still nodded obediently, and even leaned towards the man on the way deeper and deeper into the crowd.

Seeing the small actions of the people around him makes him feel good, and even the original rejection of this banquet in his heart has faded a bit.

"Welcome, welcome everyone—"

"It's a great honor to invite all outstanding players!" A passionate voice came from the high platform.

Lan Qiaoyi followed the gazes of the people and looked at the young man sitting on the semi-circular terrace illuminated by the light on the second floor of the banquet hall.

Yes, to his surprise, the so-called Duke Tiran was a man who looked extraordinarily young.

A hereditary title?

He thought in a daze.

"Presumably, everyone must be looking forward to the real theme game tonight."

The man on the high seat looked extremely excited, and even stood up while talking, opening his arms in a hug gesture.

Until this moment, the crowd that had been silent since entering the banquet hall began to ripple as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake.

Whispering voices came and went one after another, in the ear of Duke Tiran, it was the response to his words.

"Okay, okay, I'm the same as you, and I'm looking forward to the next game."

At some point, Lan Qiaoyi felt his heart beating gradually faster, until now, he suddenly realized that the hand hanging by his side had already been clenched tightly.

"take it easy."

Jean beside him didn't look down at him, but he was able to hold his hand accurately.

It was strange, almost as soon as the man's voice fell, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly felt his heartbeat began to gradually stabilize.

At this time, the discussions and conversations in the crowd gradually quieted down, and everyone seemed to be waiting for the next sentence from the host of the banquet.

"Since you are all excellent players, I won't go into details about some rules of the game, but—"

Duke Tiran suddenly paused, and heard his own echo in the completely silent hall.

He smiled with satisfaction.

Then, facing the crowd on the first floor, he jumped down with open arms.

"—!"

People exclaimed one after another, and some even closed their eyes subconsciously.

At that moment, the only reaction Lan Qiaoyi could make was to hold Rang's hand tightly instead.

And the opponent also shook him back.

"Enjoy the rest of the dinner! I'll be watching you from the shadows—"

Among the bats that suddenly exploded in mid-air and scattered in all directions, Duke Tiran's voice echoed in everyone's heart for a long time.

"What do you mean?"

"Is this the so-called banquet? I thought..."

Amidst the noise, Lan Qiaoyi concentrated his attention, and only managed to capture some useful conversations.

"Is this your first time participating?" "Yeah——"

"You don't know that." The man seemed to suddenly have a sense of superiority as an "old man", and his tone rose unconsciously:

"The theme of each banquet is different. Correspondingly, the form of the official start of each game is also different. Let me tell you, once we even started the game the moment we entered the hall, but everyone at that time Do not know at all……"

The man's voice gradually lowered, as if he was recalling something. Seeing his appearance, the person who asked just now wisely chose to leave.

Hearing this, Lan Qiaoyi glanced thoughtfully at Rang beside him, unable to speak out the question lingering in his throat.

"Follow me."

Even though the man looked calm at this time, the slight tension in his words caught his attention.

Lan Qiaoyi did not choose to continue asking questions, but turned his head to look around.

Duke Tiran's bizarre way of disappearing has aroused the vigilance of many people. Among them, there are mixed old people and newcomers, so there is no large-scale chaos, and many people are choosing to wait and see.

— until a bell struck.

Lan Qiao Yi suddenly raised his head, looked around quickly, but found out as expected:

The roof of the entire hall is half-vaulted, so it can be seen at a glance, and likewise, there is nowhere to hide the sounding bell.

——The premise is that it really exists in the hall.

The bell that rang suddenly was still reverberating, "Boom—" one after another.

Lan Qiaoyi waited with bated breath for what was about to happen next.

In the hall that gradually became quiet again, the bells lasted shorter and louder each time.

In the last short chirp, the group of bats that had dispersed in a crowd suddenly reappeared in the sky above the hall.

"—!"

The crowd exploded instantly and dispersed in all directions.

The change came too fast, and Lan Qiaoyi could only understand one thing:

The game seems to have officially begun.

"Walk--!"

The man beside him quickly turned around, let go of the hand that was holding him, stretched out his long arms, and hugged the boy horizontally.

Then leap forward.