Can I have a bite [Interstellar]

Berlin walked out of the box and walked down the corridor with his eyes lowered. He saw a pair of army green boots in front of him. Without looking up, he turned around and stepped back to the side.

Army green boots stopped in front of him: "Let's talk."

He raised his head and looked towards the opposite side, the expression on his face was so pale that no expression could be seen: "Okay."

Eugene lit a cigarette and took a puff. When the smell of smoke dissipated, he slowly said, "What can I help you with?"

Berlin tore off his beard: "You have your responsibility, and now you are General Eugene of the Rose Army."

Eugene exhaled smoke rings, his back looked wide and reliable, as if standing in the dark.

When Berlin left, Eugene didn't turn around, and lit the cigarette in his hand bit by bit. After a while, the cigarette butt fell to the ground, and he raised his boots and crushed it heavily, as if he wanted to crush the cigarette butt until it disappeared.

Berlin tore off the collar clip while walking, and put it on the flower stand beside the corridor, then took off the black vest outside the uniform, only wearing a white embroidered gold shirt, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He caught a glimpse of silver in his eyes, he didn't know why he subconsciously paused, and walked out after Lorenzo left him.

Feng/Liuhuaxin's blood prince really lives up to his reputation, and Berlin is considering whether to seal the windows completely tonight.

The not so obvious cleanliness seems to be infinitely magnified at this moment.

Lorenzo looked around the underground dance hall, his whole heart was trembling, his long silver hair was protruding, and he looked charming/charming. At this moment, there were many sex hunters posting in the chaotic dance hall .

The lights above the dance floor swirled, and the sound was deafening, and the crowded people under the stage could feel their dirty/lewd/crotch/inside with every move.

Lorenzo squeezed in the crowd, his smiling face was already a bit unbearable, he suddenly felt /buttocks/shocked, he stopped, turned back, and said in a gloomy voice, "Who pinched my ass just now."

The dancing crowd on the dance floor didn't respond. Lorenzo's teeth were clenched, as if he wanted to grind his own little canine teeth off.

"Yo, handsome guy, alone? Do you want big brother to take you flying tonight?" A super burly blood clan like a hill greeted Lorenzo, and stretched out his fingers from Lorenzo's chest while talking. Slowly slid down, slid/to the lower abdomen, and grabbed His Excellency's... bird.

Lorenzo: "..."

The burly vampire pretended to be surprised and then laughed: "It's not light, but I don't mind being zero."

A yellow-green light whip extended from the index finger, and it appeared under the dim light. The burly vampire felt a sense of horror, and before he could speak again, Lorenzo's whip wrapped around his neck.

The pain of suffocation, the surrounding screams were suddenly covered by the sudden sound of music on the stage.

Lorenzo's arms were tense, and he looked up subconsciously, but his eyes suddenly froze, and the light whip on his index finger was slowly released.

The clashes on the bustling dance floor side didn't get most of the attention as they screamed and watched the bloody/sexy/squirting show being performed on the stage.

Lorenzo rushed forward aggressively.

The colorful lights on the stage are focused in one place, and the neon colors make the stage gorgeous and intoxicating.

A silver steel pole rises slowly, and the supporting dancers wear transparent textured silk gauze dresses that can barely cover their bodies. Their naked/exposed skin is like a seductive visual feast.

Every point of muscle line is just right. The boy on the pole is wearing a pair of underwear that is not as tight as usual. The four buttons of the white shirt are unbuttoned to reveal a deep V of skin. The sides of the shirt can barely cover it. There are two touches of /tender/color on the chest, and black silk gauze trousers underneath, which are loose but show that his figure is slender and beautiful. The hem of the shirt is tucked into the trousers. Straight and beautiful, unbelievably soft, pulled directly to the top of the head and stuck to the steel tube, the body pressed down, softening into a deep concave, as he pressed down, the /tender/□□□□□□□□□ on the chest appeared for a moment disappeared again.

Then he wrapped his hands around the tubes, and left the stage with his two white feet, followed by the ambiguous music, crossed and clasped, each rounded width of the toes looked like attractive pearls under the light.

People can't wait to strip him off right away.

The people in the audience shouted obscenely/obscenely/obscenely.

"Fuck, where did this little beauty come from? Her waist is so soft that it's almost tangled up, and her figure is so damn hot!"

"If this is wrapped around my waist, it will be so soft! I don't know how much it costs for a night?"

Lorenzo looked at the people on the stage. Under the spotlight, there was a crescent-shaped red mark next to the tender color that appeared shyly and timidly.

This is what he left for Berlin.

He watched him pose seductively on stage like an ascetic/sensual/holy goblin.

Crystal thin sweat slid across his fair chest, wet with a luster of water, lustful and unbelievably noble.

His eyes seemed to be sucked in, and he couldn't move them away at all, and his burning lower body was so hot that it even hurt a little.

He wanted to vent, to vent into his body.

The lukewarm liquid was left from the nasal tube, Lorenzo raised his hand to wipe it unabashedly, then he raised his hand and slapped himself hard, as if he could pull himself out of his fantasy in this way.

At the moment of his bleeding, he almost slipped away in the air with a suppressed smell of blood, attracting frequent gazes.

"Close your eyes, if you don't close them, I'll dig out your eyeballs!" His voice spread amidst the loud music.

The overwhelming momentum made the blood clan surrender. Lorenzo swept away all the densely packed people in the audience with a whip, jumped onto the stage, grabbed Berlin's wrist, pulled him into his arms, and exposed his whole body The place is all covered.

"Boom." He slammed into Lorenzo's hard arms.

Lorenzo snorted comfortably: "En~, cool."

His trousers/crotch had already bulged into a lump, pulling Berlin so hard, the passing friction/rubbing/feeling made him hum comfortably.

Berlin:"……"

He swept across the stage with a gloomy face, and when he saw that there were still people with eyes open, he flicked the light whip on his finger.

"Ah!" The people in the crowd covered their eyes and let out a shrill cry.

"Who's eyes are wide open again, I'll dig them out and feed them to the dog." His voice was unbelievably deep, he looked at the person in his arms, rubbed his blushing face with his thumb over and over again, and the sound of breathing was entangled together.

He said viciously: "Who allowed you to flirt in this place, you are my man! Believe it or not, I locked you on the bed/fuck/dead/you."

At the same time as his swear words fell to the ground, Berlin bent his knees and pressed hard against his crotch.

Lorenzo's eyes were scarlet, and he moved and buckled in an instant, and successfully/clamped/clamped Berlin's knee between his legs: "Why, play as usual after kicking, oh!"

Berlin withdrew his numb fists, broke away from Lorenzo's arms, and said in a cold voice, "I'm just playing on the spot, you don't care."

Lorenzo clutching his chin: "..." Where did I hear this before...

Berlin: "Don't bother me with my work."

What a fart, Lorenzo glanced at his hands, and lifted Berlin by the waist. With Berlin's astonished expression, he carried him on his shoulders: "No matter how big a problem is, it is not as important as family conflicts." He said it vividly Wei, carry people and leave.

It took a long time for the people under the stage to open their eyes.

"That's Prince Lorenzo."

"That's right, the aura of this blood can't be wrong!"

The hill-like blood clan who wanted to take Lorenzo to fly rolled his eyes and passed out.

Being thrown into the spaceship like a sack, Berlin turned around, and Lorenzo had already been crushed down. The huge cabin squeezed him into a corner.

"What are you doing..."

Clothes entangled and rubbed together, and the ambiguous sound of water swallowing made the surrounding breath slowly rise. After a while, Lorenzo raised his head, looked at the reddish lips of the person below, and let out a low laugh: "Like a shy little daughter-in-law."

Berlin tilted his head, his undulating chest could not conceal the messy breath.

"It's so dirty, you get up." He said and reached out to push Lorenzo.

Lorenzo grabbed his skeletal fingers and kissed him: "I'm sorry~ Don't be angry, I'm playing a good role and confusing the enemy to achieve victory."

"I didn't even know that the majestic prince needs to sell his skin to do such a thing."

Lorenzo whispered: "Didn't you run to the public to dance?" Under Berlin's cold gaze, he quickly changed his words: "Okay, I was wrong, don't take the opportunity to take revenge on me, let's make an agreement , What kind of broken dance is Laozi tonight, you are not allowed to dance in the future, if you want to dance, you can only dance for me alone, baby~, you were so beautiful just now, I really want to strip you naked."

Berlin pushed him away. Due to the reason just now, the collar of the shirt on his body has faded directly to his shoulders. The sweat-soaked skin reflected a strange gleam, and Lorenzo was shocked to see it.

Berlin indifferently pulled up his shirt, buttoned it, and slowly stood up like a noble queen: "Darren, you should know that I hate dirty things the most." He finally bit his own words extremely Heavy, after finishing speaking, he walked past Lorenzo.

Lorenzo, who had been petrified, reacted abruptly, and quickly grabbed people: "Don't dislike me, you are the only one who has eaten my cucumbers, oh!"

After a while, Berlin disembarked from the spaceship, and a trace of anger could be seen faintly on his indifferent face.

For nearly three days, three days, Lorenzo was treated as the air of Berlin for three days, and the feeling of neglect made Lorenzo fly into a rage.

The so-called cold violence.

He still ran to Berlin's room every night, but as soon as he entered, Berlin immediately got up and went to find the old dog.

Lorenzo wished he could unscrew the old dog's head and take his own as a ball for Berlin.

The old dog's nightlife was very rich, and after a few days of restraint, he couldn't help it anymore. He hugged a petite boy and kissed hard from the moment he entered the door. He bumped into a shoe shelf, and the two of them noticed that there was someone in the room.

Holding a cup of coffee, Berlin Shui didn't seem to have expected such a scene. There was a flash of surprise in his expression, then he got up slowly, turned off the computer he was working on on the table, walked to the door and said, "You guys play slowly."

When the door was opened, the second idiot came over and rubbed against Berlin affectionately. Berlin picked it up, looked up, his eyes froze for a moment, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

I saw two durians on the floor beside the bed, and His Majesty the Prince Lorenzo knelt on it.

Although his wounds can heal, this fucking kneeling durian is really uncomfortable. He searched all the information and found a married person for consultation. This seems to be a way for the wife to teach her disobedient husband.

Kneel the durian, hope that Berlin can get pleasure, forgive him.

After a while, Berlin's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. He hugged the second idiot, rushed to the bathroom and closed the door, and said to Lorenzo outside: "Hurry up and throw this thing away."

Lorenzo moved to the bathroom door with the durian in his arms: "Did you forgive me?"

"...Take it away, I'm going to vomit."

Lorenzo: "QAQ"