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In the dark night, after passing the fork in the road, the shining windmill at the top of the Moulin Rouge can be faintly seen from the gaps in the buildings.

Zhong Zhe grabbed Cheng Ling with his backhand, and the two long-legged men walked towards the heart of the red light district. In front of them was the brightly lit Krishna Avenue, and further ahead was the most central area, Pigalle Square. , before turning to the street, Cheng Ling quickly tore Zhong Zhe off.

"Don't look back!" He quickly caught up with Zhong Zhe, and the two changed from the original one in front and one behind to walking side by side. "There are two people following, don't look strange, go as usual."

In the early morning near Pigalle Square, the flow of people is not as bustling as at midnight, but compared to the sleeping city, there are still various people active here.

On the left side of Zhong Zhe was a middle-aged man who was very drunk, leaning against the side of the street, muttering like crying and laughing.

Not far ahead, two warblers were waving towards the slowly approaching car. Although the windows were rolled down when the car passed by, the wheels did not stop at all. They waved their hands in disappointment, then turned around and made gestures at the pedestrians.

Soon, a man who was in charge of pimping passed by, and two Liu Ying greeted him with smiles and cursing.

Similar scenes can be seen repeatedly after three or five steps, and some men and workers in cross-dressing are mixed with them from time to time.

When Zhong Zhe passed the entrance of a certain alley, there were vague figures overlapping in the dimly lit alley, and there was a blushing and heartbeating sound coming out of the darkness, and he didn't know what was going on inside.

In a hurry, Krishna Avenue will soon come to an end, and further ahead is the center of Pigalle Square, where the lights are flickering and the neon lights are bright.Zhong Zhe looked around nervously. Once they were out of the cover of night, the two Asian men would be very eye-catching.

At this moment, Cheng Ling approached Zhong Zhe again and said, "There are three more people here. It is estimated that those who came have gathered on this street." He then let go of Zhong Zhe's hand that was always holding him, and took two steps back , raising his voice slightly, "Get ready, run when I say run."

At the critical moment, the vague thoughts that flashed before caught Zhong Zhe tightly in the blink of an eye, and another alley appeared on the right side of the street. The dark and deep path was exuding a strong magic power, as if The temptation of Satan is fierce and irresistible.

Zhong Zhe pulled Cheng Ling violently, and dodged into the alley.

He pushed him into the darkness, a few beams of light leaked into the deep alley, Zhong Zhe peeled off his coat, grabbed the collar with both hands and tore open the shirt, the buttons fell to the ground with a clang, his well-maintained A large piece of skin slipped into the night, and there was still a hazy outline of light and shadow.

The temptation extends from the neck to the chest and abdomen.

Zhong Zhe gritted his teeth, acting anxiously as if on fire, he loosened his belt amidst the interlacing sounds of clangs, half unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled out his shirt. Just looking at his shameless posture and behavior, the current him is not the same as those wandering warblers. No difference.

Probably because he never thought he would do such a thing, and he was rejected by Cheng Ling. Zhong Zhe knew that his next move should be to rush forward, but he really wanted to take action. He showed all his courage He could only get here, and with all his strength, his blood forcefully stretched out his right hand, and lightly hooked it to the shoulder of the person opposite.

The light from outside the alley streamed into Zhong Zhe's eyes, his extremely beautiful eyes were wide open at the moment, with a little nervousness and fear, and a few traces of hope and a little bit of pleading, all of which were silently and clearly written in the inside.

He couldn't utter a word at the moment, but fortunately his eyes told him everything.

From Zhong Zhe's first movement, Cheng Ling froze his figure. As the person in front of him moved more and more out of line, he even froze the last fingertip of his little finger. The threat he felt physically and mentally at this moment , far greater than any crisis faced in his career.

He looked at the pair of eyes that were close at hand, staring at him, as if the eyes of Medusa opened in the myth, irresistibly turning him into petrification.

Zhong Zhe presents himself with the most charming and charming posture, but that face and expression are full of innocence like a white swan.

Cheng Ling's blood was about to be boiled by him.

Suddenly someone on the street raised his head and looked into the alley. Zhong Zhe was startled, but he managed to stay calm. He quickly spoke in French, like a warbler asking a benefactor. After a few sentences, he could speak decently Starting price.

His hand, which was slightly hooked on Cheng Ling's right shoulder, naturally moved to wrap around the back of the neck of the person in front of him while he was speaking, and he even flirted a few words, as if he was a male prostitute.

The long night has not yet passed, and he is still wearing Cheng Ling's shirt, as if a product is wrapped in an outer package with "Cheng Ling" stamped on it, and sent to the street to attract customers.

Cheng Ling looked closely at the person in front of him. The reason why the torn wrapping paper was still half-hanging was to attract people to tear it further. His whole body was clearly wrapped with his own label, so thoroughly Declaring that he is his property, how dare you talk about it in the street and ask him how much he is willing to charge for him.

Those probing eyes at the alleyway still haven't left, waiting for the goods to be stripped away with impunity, and then feasting their eyes on the goods, greedy for the goods.

Cheng Ling turned around abruptly, and pressed Zhong Zhe heavily against the wall, until he was embedded in the darkness. Now, no one could see Zhong Zhe's provocative appearance clearly except him.

He leaned forward, propping up the wall with one hand to block those prying eyes, and hooked Zhong Zhe's back with the other hand, pulling him into his arms forcibly.

The person in the arms was obviously frightened, and instinctively struggled, Cheng Ling's hand was already groping downwards along the natural curve... He only spent so much effort to rescue him, risking that both of them would be trapped in it. Threats, he was lucky, he dared to make his own decisions during the action, what kind of idea was he thinking about without authorization.Since he dared to be so disobedient and made a gesture to send it to his door, don't blame him and teach him a lesson.

Subconsciously, Cheng Ling's actions were somewhat mixed with anger, all because he was provocative to the extreme and lost his former calmness and self-control.His hand moved down and twisted hard at the strong arc.

Zhong Zhe froze all over, and inadvertently moaned in pain, and the whisper that slipped out of his mouth caused more and more unknown disasters. Cheng Ling seemed to have completely changed himself, no longer caring about him at all, and moved to those sensitive ones with one hand, Zhong Zhe The more he suppressed and struggled under his hands, the more he looked like a fish short of water and couldn't escape the shoal.

In the middle of the night, in the deep alley, the breath of mad desire is everywhere.

Those forcibly suppressed and unknowingly murmured, every time they fall into the ears, the sweetness like cherries will flow out.

"Slutty! How coquettish!" A French curse drifted across the alley, without beginning or end, and it was the most common humiliation in this place.

It fell into Zhong Zhe's ears like a thunderclap, and he suddenly struggled to break away from Cheng Ling.

The words were so vulgar and shameless, but also provocative and full of energy.

Not only did Cheng Ling not let go of Zhong Zhe, he even abruptly changed his posture of supporting the wall, grabbed Zhong Zhe's hands, pinned them tightly over the top of his head, and pressed them against the wall. The lips of the person in front of him.

Zhong Zhe struggled in astonishment to get out, Cheng Ling ignored his struggle with a cold face, like treating a scratching cat, clamped him tightly, pressed him so hard that he couldn't move, and almost forcibly occupied Zhong Zhe's lips and tongue .

Outside the alley, the second wave of chasing enemies passed by. Cheng Ling glanced at the entrance of the alley, and the other party was looking into the alley. Zhong Zhe finally noticed something strange. He was originally hidden in the darkness and could not see his face clearly. , even the body shape is a bit blurred.At this moment, he obediently gave up resisting, and let Cheng Ling embed him in his arms, doing whatever he wanted with his hands.

Outside the alley, those probing figures finally disappeared into the night.

With the end of the crisis, the turbulent emotions were confronted with the usual calm and self-control, and retreated like a tide. However, Cheng Ling did not let go of the person in front of him immediately, but changed the original aggressive kiss into a long French kiss. The lips and tongue are full of fineness and softness, making it difficult for two people to separate from each other.

The night before dawn was the darkest and coldest time. Not only did Zhong Zhe not become startled and sober because of this, but he was lost in the senses of his whole body and completely surrendered himself to Cheng Ling.

On the side of the street, the headlights of a moving car flashed by, slightly illuminating the deep alley. Maybe Zhong Zhe's selfless expression seemed too devoted and seductive. Someone outside the alley whistled and passed by, and Cheng Ling threw something out with his backhand , the man gasped and ran away.

Zhong Zhe finally came to his senses, and because of Cheng Ling's actions, he raised his head and laughed softly.

Cheng Ling remained silent, let go, and let the person in front of him slip out of his arms.