The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

The game board showed that Wen Que had killed several more heads.

Pan Shu is keen on licking bags.

And Cen Juan was like a follower, following Ban Shu in a circle.

"Qiaoqiao, there is an airdrop here for you to lick."

After Pan Shu walked around the garage for a few times and collected all the supplies, she heard Cen Juan's earnest words.

The meaning of flattery is very obvious.

The next second—

Wen stepped on the jeep and rammed directly into Cen Juan.

It's not even enough.

He held Scar-L and fired a few more shots at Cen Juan.

Although he couldn't kill his teammates with a gun, Wen did it purely to vent his personal emotions.

After the sound effect of "Bang——".

As soon as Cen Juan's picture went dark, the box started to smoke.

[You were eliminated by the demon using scar-l. 】

He was stunned, stared at the screen and automatically jumped to the teammate viewing interface, gritting his teeth.

"Wen Que you fucking——"

The veins on Cen Juan's forehead jumped hard twice.

I wanted to punch him in the face.

"You're fucking sick, why did you hit me?"

Still in front of Pan Shu.

Should he lose face?

Wen Que lightly threw a grenade and said, "You are very noisy."

"It affects my performance."

The silver-haired boy's tone was indifferent and expressionless, which somehow gave people a convincing feeling.

...Cen Juan must have influenced D Shen to perform like this.

God D must not have done it on purpose.

E-sports, food is the original sin.

Cen Juan finally understood this sentence thoroughly: Rookies have no human rights! !

Pan Shu blinked slowly and apologized very sincerely, "Sorry, I shouldn't have spoken."

Wen Que moved his fingertips slightly, and harvested a few more heads mercilessly. He raised his eyes to meet the girl's wet eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he pursed his lips:

"It's okay if it's you."

He laughed softly and said dotingly: "It doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, I will take you to eat chicken in the end."

"..."

[Too much double standards, unable to complain. 】

[Drink some horse urine and you are arrogant. If you dare to offend God D, your life or death will be uncertain! 】

[Juan Shen: The love between three people is too crowded, and I don’t deserve a name...]

【Hahaha six! ! 】

With the final gunshot.

A piece of green smoke suddenly appeared above the enemy's head.

The next second, several big words floated on the screen: [Good luck, eat chicken tonight. 】

This chicken-eating live broadcast was cut into several love-hate versions by fans, as well as all kinds of spoofs, and it remained high on the hot searches.

The organizer had a big smile on his face.

After all, this traffic is just like getting it for free.

After the meeting, Pan Shu followed the staff and left the venue. As she was passing by the lounge, a big hand suddenly wrapped around Pan Shu's slender waist and brought her in.

The staff outside the door looked at each other in blank dismay.

What the hell is going on? ?

"Did you just see who it was...?"

"It seems like...uh, Tired God..."

"Then shall we leave?"

"They seem to know each other, right? Why don't we leave first? There is surveillance in the lounge anyway..."

The voice of the staff outside the door gradually became quieter until it disappeared.

The lounge was eerily quiet.

There were no lights on inside, and the curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could come in, but even so, the young man's eyes still looked so bright.

With a hint of gnashing of teeth that wanted to peel off her flesh.

Pan Shu did not retreat, she even took a step forward, her slender fingers ambiguously tracing across the young man's cheek like feathers.

Cen Juan's skin is very good.

It feels smooth and delicate, with a slight coolness.

The young man curled his lower lip slowly.

"Do you hate me?" he asked.

The voice is a little hoarse.

With a hint of sultry lust.

Pan Shu paused, and then said, "No."

The young man breathed a subtle sigh of relief, and tightened his hand around her waist. He was half aggrieved and half threatening, "Wen is outside——"

Seeing Pan Shu's pupils shrink, he paused.

"so……"

He raised his index finger and gently placed it between Pan Shu's lips, "Shh."

They were too close.

What's more, in such a claustrophobic environment, some ambiguous and restless factors seemed to be ignited and exploded as if they could no longer bear it.

After a stalemate like this for a while, Pan Shu lazily said, "Don't tell me... you kidnapped me here in such a big way..."

She paused in an odd tone, and then spoke provocatively:

"I don't even dare to kiss you."

Cen Juan was choked by her and said fiercely, "How can you, a girl, keep talking like this all day long?"

Pan Shu raised her eyebrows indifferently.

The girl smiled sweetly, "Because... this person is you."

"Boom-" sound.

Cen Juan's mind went blank.

The girl stood on tiptoes, and then... there was a cool, soft touch on Cen Juan's lips.

Like jelly.

But it is sweeter than jelly and more addictive.

Pan Shu raised her eyelids, smiled softly and put her hand gently on the boy's chest, "Really...it's jumping so fast, it's just a kiss."

Just a kiss——

Cen Juan suddenly felt angry that he had been teased.

He licked and bit her lips fiercely, and soon became soft and weak. He looked at her pleadingly with wet eyes, "You can't do this to me, Qiaoqiao, you can't."

Pan Shu's eyes were still very clear, and she gently pressed her fingers against the boy's chest.

At this moment, the unruly young man looked particularly fragile.

"My name is Pan Shu."

Pan Shu seemed to be teasing a small fish, "Good boy, don't call me Qiao Qiao... You shouldn't call me another name in this matter."

The boy's hair is not as hard as expected.

in contrast.

Too soft.

He leaned lightly on Pan Shu's shoulder, his excessively red lips breathing urgently and slowly.

Pan Shu stroked his hair like a tamed puppy.

"Before this, you obviously hated me..." The girl said softly, "Cen Juan."

The sound of "Cen Juan" seemed to turn on a switch for the young man.

Cen Juan closed his eyes softly, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelids, and a sickly color appeared on his face, "... I have stopped hating him a long time ago."

He said.

I even like it——

But she won't believe it.

"Who are we now?" Cen Juan now felt the excitement and panic of having an affair.

Because I don't know her at all.

She even seemed to... have a boyfriend.

According to the standard of moral significance, Cen Juan feels that he is now a mistress who destroys other people's feelings.

This realization made him a little irritated.

"Nothing."

"...Cen Juan, it's just a kiss. Do you need to care so much?"

She is too cold.

Like a ruthless scumbag.

Cen Juan's eyes were red and he remained silent.

Pushing open the door to the lounge, Pan Shu was slightly startled when she saw the silver-haired boy leaning against the wall playing with the plain ring on his fingertips.