[Quick Transmigration] He who was born to be loved

Cui Ting took him to a high-end club. Only members with a black card can enter this club. The interior is luxuriously decorated and has all kinds of entertainment. With absolute privacy and security, it is regarded as a good place for the upper class to often come to have fun.

They went to Cui Ting's exclusive room, and Lan Si asked curiously while lying on the window looking at the glass stage in the center of the first floor.

"What's on that stage? Will there be a song and dance performance?"

The heavy arm rested on his shoulder casually, the masculine breath that leaned over was wrapped in the smell of cologne perfume, elegant and mature, the low and magnetic voice was almost close to his ear, the scorching breath intentionally caged him under siege.

"There will be a show, but not a cabaret, you want to know?"

Lance felt his ears were itchy, he wanted to push away Cui Ting's arm and move a little farther away, but his jaw was pinched immediately, and he had no choice but to meet Cui Ting's dark eyes that were close at hand.

Ruoyou Ruowu's smile is mixed with ambiguous poison.

"Every night there is a special performance where the trainer trains his slaves in public, and everyone in every room here can see them."

Lance's eyes widened in shock, and his face immediately flushed red.He pushed Cui Ting away and hid a little farther away, he didn't want to continue this topic in embarrassment, he stammered.

"Didn't you say you want to eat, I, I'm hungry."

Cui Ting propped his head up and stared at him, the normally stern person seemed to have taken off his calm disguise in this club like a bewildered paradise, revealing a strong aggression that cannibalize people, appearing frivolous and dangerous.

"I have already ordered, and the food will be delivered soon."

Lance stood on the spot guardedly, refusing to approach him again, nervously picking at the back of the leather sofa, and Cui Ting's suit jacket was still covering him, his expression flinched, as if Cui Ting saw him for the first time in the hospital. to his time.

Cui Ting's eyes darkened, and he said with a smile.

"You are so afraid of what I will do, this club is too messy, I will take you away after dinner, come here."

Lance looked at him hesitantly, still in disbelief.

"Really? Shall we go after dinner?"

If you really let him stay until the evening, I'm afraid he will be skinned alive by those prudish members before he comes to remember to watch the show. Such a beautiful and delicate boy is different from the docile ones on the glass stage Slave, he is lively and interesting, like a living sunshine that makes people want to hold it tightly in the palm of their hand.

After hearing his assurance, Lan Si's expression obviously relaxed. He waited for the waiter to bring the food before carefully moving to the table and sitting down. A solitary little beast that gets caught suddenly.

After he was full, he quickly swallowed the last mouthful and hurriedly urged.

"Dinner is over, let's go."

Cui Ting, who was eating slowly opposite, said leisurely.

"I haven't finished eating yet."

Lan Si had no choice but to continue to wait for him to finish eating, and after a while, Cui Ting wiped his mouth and said to him.

"Pass me the coat."

When Lance was eating just now, he put the suit jacket on the sofa. He seemed to be planning to leave at this time, so he happily turned around and reached for the jacket on the back of the sofa.

His blouse was short and close-fitting, and when twisted it showed a tight, smooth waist.The arc is beautiful and graceful, making people want to touch the warm touch with their own hands, and then linger on it fondly.

As soon as Lance's fingertips touched the edge of his suit, he was suddenly pressed down on the sofa by a force coming from behind him. His slender wrists were held by Cui Ting, and they intersected through the gaps between his fingers with unbreakable strength. Holding hands, callused palms against Lan Si's white back, intimate, fingers intertwined.

As if sensing that the tense atmosphere in the air had changed, Lance trembled in fear, and when he tried to turn his head to look at him, Cui Ting could just see clearly the fear and fragility in his clear eyes, like A full-bodied rose.

The soft voice trembled slightly, with obvious begging.

"Uncle Cui?"

After Cui Ting stared at him for a few seconds, he groped into his clothes along his slender waist with one hand, spewed hot breath on the back of his neck, and bit his delicate skin mercilessly with his sharp teeth, like a coveted head. The long-awaited beast has finally decided to enjoy its prey.

Lance could feel the fiery body clinging to him and the blade that couldn't wait to tear him apart. He struggled desperately to escape from Cui Ting's grip, but this seemingly gentle and deep man seemed to be a completely different man when he turned brutal. , he even heard the sound of his clothes being torn apart, Cui Ting's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Lance's bewildered mourning has been mixed with helpless sobs

"Uncle Cui! Uncle Cui, please!"

Suddenly, Cui Ting stopped moving.

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Cui Qi: (raged) Father, why do you want to make trouble again!

Cui Ting: (happily) I finally want to eat the roses.

Lance: (Secret poking) Actually, I really want to see the special performance.