Movie Master

Shortness of breath, blood rushing, heart bursting, sweat flowing... The extremely tense breath completely messed up all the basic physiological reactions, and the hormones were as gorgeous as a fireworks celebration on the Fourth of July.

Lance and Keira didn't fit together perfectly, the distance between them was about one fist, but the breathing of both of them couldn't calm down. The extremely rapid breathing rhythm seemed to be lack of oxygen, and they couldn't stop breathing all the time. Possibly in an embarrassing situation of suffocation. For a moment, all time stopped, and everyone else on the dance floor around them disappeared completely, leaving only the rapid and hot breath floating in the air.

Lance grabbed Keira's right hand and quickly left the dance floor, came to the bottom of the stairs, and then Lance kissed Keira's lips fiercely, the surging fragrance completely shattered all reason, soft and hard The collision, the fusion of turbulence and restlessness, the exchange of fluid/fluid made the hot sweat on the skin merge together, and the breaths of the two people were completely entangled together, as if they could merge into one in the next second .

Keira's sanity was completely burned out at this time, her hands went down the strong shoulders all the way, hugged the strong waist and slid to the front, and then began to clumsily try to remove the obstructing belt . But at this moment, Lance grabbed Keira's hands. Keira thought that Lance was trying to refuse, so she continued to probe unswervingly, but Lance did not waver. She lifted her hands up, and her lips were pulled away immediately. The rush of cold air made Keira unable to react in time, and she bumped into Lance's arms.

Kayla didn't understand Lance's behavior, she thought they both longed for each other, looked up, she looked at Lance blankly and confusedly. Lance's cheeks were also slightly flushed, and there was a wave of spring/water in the blue eyes, and the flash of charm/charm almost made Kaila completely collapsed. She gasped heavily, trying to get out of Lance's An answer was found in his eyes.

Lance bent down and whispered in Keira's ear, Don't play with fire. Then he let go of Keira's hands, suddenly opened the distance between the two, and turned and left resolutely. Leaving Kayla standing there alone, completely bewildered.

Keira didn't understand what happened at all. Didn't everything go well just now? Why did it stop all of a sudden? Why? Suddenly, there was a intermittent moaning sound from behind, which startled Kayla, she turned her head, and then saw a white ass/ass, and the ass was moving violently in tandem , obviously doing one of the most primitive sports of human beings.

Kaila was stunned for a moment, and her first reaction was to avoid her sight, but she suddenly felt a little curious, and couldn't help but look over again, the owner of that ass/ass just raised her head and was panting heavily for Kaila to see Whole picture, that is Jared Leto (Jared-Leto). But it wasn't his girlfriend, Cameron-Diaz, lying under him.

What's even more exaggerated is that right beside them, there are three spectators—it's wrong to say that they are spectators, because all three of them are smoking marijuana, and their faces can't be seen clearly in the smog. enjoying a moment of pleasure.

This made Kaila quickly look back and leave quickly.

Lance is not a saint, he naturally rejected Keira not because of his conscience, but because he didn't intend to perform in front of everyone, he didn't have such a hobby. Noticing that the bottom of the stairwell was already occupied, Lance forced himself to brake abruptly and pulled out.

Leaving the hall, Lance went outdoors again. The cold air gradually calmed his boiling brain, but the physiological reaction could not calm down immediately. This forced Lance to avoid the crowd and leave the Vanity Fair before more embarrassment occurred. In fact, it was past one o'clock at midnight, at least half of the people had left the party to enjoy their own private time, and the people staying at the Sunset Tower Hotel really started to enjoy the carnival—just like the scene under the stairwell just now.

After taking out his coat from the cloakroom on the first floor, Lance walked out through the side door. Just after he came out, Lance saw a large group of paparazzi guarding the door, but before Lance could react, everyone They swarmed up, no matter what happened, they pressed the flash first, and the flash like a torrential rain directly turned the night into day, and Lance felt that his eyes were plunged into darkness in an instant—no It's pure darkness, but there are countless light spots flickering in the darkness, and the state of instant blindness makes the temples start to throb.

This is the first time that Lance has been baptized by the flash light, and he is completely unprepared for it.

After a while, the flashing lights subsided, and the paparazzi discovered that Lance came out alone without any companions. This disappointed the paparazzi immediately, and they all turned around cursing and leaving. An Oscar night without lace news would not be called an Oscar night. As for Lance’s overnight fame tonight, there will naturally be professional reporters. The paparazzi don't care how many statuettes he won.

Lance is still in a state of semi-blindness, and can only vaguely see a group of people dispersing, like an overexposed film, which makes Lance annoyed and funny, although he understands that this is the normal state of living under the spotlight , but there is still no way to adapt.

Lance stood there waiting for a while, and his eyes returned to normal a little bit. He saw the paparazzi scattered across the street doing nothing, always ready to continue the ambush, as if Lance standing in front of him was completely transparent. However, for such a situation, Lance felt that this was a good thing. After all, being under 24-hour surveillance by a group of peeping/voyeuristic people is not something to be thankful for.

Ignoring the paparazzi, Lance walked straight down the street and left the Sunset Tower Hotel.

Standing at the corner of the street and looking around, Lance realized that he didn't drive out to attend the Oscars tonight. Since he was not sure when the Oscar night would end, Percy also got off work early to rest. Therefore, if Lance wants to go back now, he has to take a taxi... But it is really not an easy task to hail a taxi on the streets of Los Angeles, and most of the time you have to call to make an appointment.

Looking back at the Sunset Tower Hotel behind him—he could go back to the front desk and ask the front desk manager to call a taxi. But thinking of the luxury and money there, as well as the paparazzi surrounding the hotel, Lance continued to walk. He remembered that there was a 7-11 on Sunset Boulevard not far from the Sunset Tower Hotel. There's a Starbucks where you should be able to find a phone.

Pulling the collar of Li Zi's coat, he walked quickly across the road, and there was a noise behind him. Looking back, he could see the noise at the entrance of the Sunset Tower Hotel. About 20 to 30 movie fans surrounded the entrance , a figure in a black windbreaker was blocked all the way, standing on the steps as a prison, unable to move forward or back, the paparazzi pouring in from all directions made the scene look spectacular.

After a closer look, the man in the center of the focus seems to be Hayden Christensen, the representative of Hollywood's new idol, who rose because of Star Wars Episode 1. The screaming fans left Hayden completely overwhelmed and in a dilemma.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, but the residual heat belonging to Oscar is still boiling. At this time, there are at least hundreds of movie fans scattered in front of the Sunset Tower Hotel, scattered along the street, chatting in twos and threes, Watching Hayden held in place by fans, and then nagging about when his idol will show up.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Lance withdrew his gaze, walked over quickly, and then saw 7-11 not far away. Sure enough, his memory was correct. Seeing him approaching, six or seven young people greeted him not far away, and the leading boy raised his chin, Hey, buddy, look, my car is parked across the street, but I forgot Bring out your driver's license, can you help buy us a dozen beers?

Lance couldn't help but stop, and carefully looked at the young people in front of him. They looked like they were only thirteen or fourteen years old at most, around seventh or eighth grade, and the immaturity between their brows was not there yet. Faded, but put on a I'm rock and roll attitude, showing his maturity.

This reminded Lance of when he and Gawain were young, their adoptive father Frank always asked them to buy wine. If they didn't buy it back, they would hit him with a raised hand, or even pick up a baseball bat without mercy. Since Theo and Ian had grown up, they had to go out to work part-time to keep Lance and Gawain from starving, so the two little guys had to obey at home.

But the little guys are still a long way from turning twenty-one, and there is no way to buy alcohol, so they have tried various methods. At first it was stealing, he was covering, Gawain ran after stealing the drink, and then he sneaked out the back door; but once he was caught, the shopkeeper beat him black and blue, after that, they had to Change the way - looking for an adult to help is the most direct, but many times, they don't have enough cash in their wallets, and in the end they can only find ways to steal from the warehouse or wine cellar, or sneak into the rich In a party where alcohol is not only free but unlimited.

In fact, looking back now, besides bitterness, those memories also have irreplaceable happiness. Not because of Frank, but because of those days of being happy and contented.

Little guy, how old are you? Lance raised his chin and raised his voice, Twelve? Or thirteen?

Fourteen! The little guy couldn't stand the stimulation, so he retorted stubbornly, but he regretted it after saying it, and the friends behind him immediately complained, which made Lance laugh, So, a dozen beers?

The little guy raised his head immediately, and said energetically, Yes, just a dozen beers. He looked back at his companions excitedly, And... can I... have another pack of cigarettes? Lance shrugged his shoulders without vetoing, and the friends behind him immediately became excited, Another bottle of gin!, A bag of peanuts...

Lance raised his eyebrows, I'm not a mobile peddler. The little guys fell silent, and the little guy standing in the front timidly held out the cash in his hand, a twenty-dollar bill, Lance Qian Shaking his head with a smile, he pushed away the immature arm, and pushed open the door of the convenience store.