The Bad Man of Another World

Lin Lin immediately ran towards Delevingne with a pile of clothes in his arms, grinning: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Delevingne saw that some of the clothes Lin Lin was holding were familiar to him. They were Yan's clothes, so he went to look at the clothes Lin Lin was wearing. En wears this set too.

This man took all of Yann's clothes and wore them?Delevingne is a little concerned. Jacob is a tailor. Yann has been influenced by him since he was a child. He not only loves tailoring but also loves to wear beautiful clothes. If he comes back later and finds that all the beautiful clothes he made by himself have been taken by others , he will probably be sad, right?

Although Delevingne thought so, he didn't show any dissatisfaction with Lin Lin. He thought of his friend telling him that the female he had rescued in the central jungle had been adopted by his uncle's family. He hugged all the clothes in his arms and said to him with a smile: "So it's you, sorry, I didn't recognize you when you waved to me."

After Draven finished speaking, he looked at Lin Lin's black hair and was a little puzzled: "Why did your hair change color?"

Although Draven didn't remember Lin Lin's appearance, he remembered that his hair was a little yellowish chestnut, and his figure was similar to Yann's. That's why he recognized him at that time, and he was also excited at that time, he I have been looking for Yann in the central forest for two months, and suddenly I saw a female who looked like Yann walking under the blood-red moonlight. As soon as her head became hot, she rushed forward and hugged her, never expecting it to be someone else.

It really made him happy for nothing.Draven walked into the stone house with the pile of clothes in his arms, and heard the female say over there: "Hair...I was malnourished before, so the hair that grew out was yellowish brown. Now I eat well every day, but it is black. yes."

Lin Lin is naturally lying, his hair was dyed before, but his original hair color was pure black, and Delevingne is not the first person to be surprised that his hair "discolored", Lin Lin used this excuse to prevaricate In the past, plus he was 17 years old but only 176, which is about the same as a [-]-year-old, so everyone can accept the argument that he is malnourished.

Height is a pain in Lin Lin's heart. 176 is considered average among Chinese men. Although it is not tall, it is not short, but in this different world, it will become a short winter melon.

The two walked into the room, and the room was quiet. No one came back at this time. Jacob was in the store, Wright was still busy with business, and that boy Layton was probably fighting with someone somewhere.

Lin Lin looked at the empty house, then glanced at Delevingne quietly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he led Delevingne to his room, and said naturally: "Brother, help me Take your clothes to your room."

"Called cousin." Delevingne corrected Lin Lin's address to him. He didn't think much, and followed Lin Lin with his clothes in his arms. When he passed by a door, he turned his head to look at the door, feeling the In the unpopular room, there was another burst of pain in my heart.

"Cousin?!" Lin Lin turned his head in surprise, and saw Delevingne staring at the room, his dark golden eyes filled with nostalgia and sadness.

That room naturally belonged to Ya En, and Lin Lin went in once. It was one day after autumn, Lin Lin came out of the bathhouse, and was covered in goose bumps by the cold wind, so he went back home and went into this room. Looking for long-sleeved clothes for autumn in the room, but when he turned around, he saw Jacob standing at the door and looking at him with cold eyes. Lin Lin was taken aback, and then realized that he was abrupt. Bu said yes, so he quickly apologized with a smile on his face, explained the reason for entering without permission, and never went in again.

As for his autumn clothes, Jacob later gave him four sets, no more, no less, enough for Lin Lin to change into. Coincidentally, Lin Lin washed and dried two sets this time, and wore a Draven saw three of his four sets of clothes at once, causing Draven to mistakenly think that he had taken all the clothes in Yann's two large rows of wardrobes.

If it weren't for Lin Lin's lack of money, he, a kid from a rich family, would not want to wear other people's clothes.

Draven came back to his senses, and answered Lin Lin peacefully: "Well, Jacob is my uncle."

No wonder the eyebrows and eyes of the two are somewhat similar.Lin Lin was a little proud. He had guessed that the two might be relatives before, but he did not expect him to be right.

The two continued to walk, passing the master bedroom, the study room, Layton's room, and until the end of the corridor, they arrived at Lin Lin's room, and the room next to him was a warehouse.

"You live in this room?" Delevingne seemed a little surprised.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Lin Lin invited Delevingne into the room, and at the same time glanced at the door, but there was no one there.

"I used to live in this room." Delevingne explained, and then pointed to the warehouse next to him: "This is where my younger brother lives. We moved out of these two rooms one after another when we were adults, and it became It became guest rooms and warehouses."

Lin Lin felt strange: "You live here with your brother? With your uncle?"

"Well." Delevingne thought that Lin Lin was already his cousin, and he would know about some family affairs sooner or later, so he didn't hide it from him, and said lightly: "My parents passed away when I was young. My uncle and uncle raised me and my brother."

This couple is quite loving.Lin Lin couldn't help sighing, raising two nephews and adopting him.

"How old is your brother? Is it my cousin? Have I met him?" Lin Lin asked casually. After Delevingne entered the room, he quietly closed the door and bolted it. Looking back, I saw Delevingne holding his clothes and lowering his head coldly, with a chilling expression inside.

The temperature in the room suddenly became a little low.

Lin Lin was frightened by Delevingne's expression, he didn't know why, but quietly opened the door latch.

Delevingne quickly returned to his normal expression. He put the clothes on Lin Lin's bed, and turned to ask him, "Don't you know?"

"Know what?" Lin Lin asked back, carefully observing Delevingne's face.

Draven and Lin Lin looked at each other for a while, then smiled: "It's nothing."

After Draven finished speaking, he walked around Lin Lin and wanted to go out, but Lin Lin "turned" him into his own room. How could he let him leave like this, so he quickly grabbed Delevingne's arm, Delevingne Turning around, Lin Lin leaned closer to him, smiling wickedly.

"What does my cousin think of me?" Lin Lin asked Delevingne with a hint, testing him.

Lin Lin knows the rules of this world, people will only do that kind of thing when they are in a relationship, everyone is very conservative and serious, but he comes from an open modern age, and he is well aware of the chaos in the gay circle, so he has already done it well I am mentally prepared to have a date with someone.

Delevingne was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting that Lin Lin would suddenly "go out" to him, and while he was in a daze, Lin Linxie smiled and reached out to Delevingne's legs to touch a few times. When he was about to touch that private place, Draven, who reacted, quickly grabbed his hand.

Draven grabbed Lin Lin's hand with great strength, Lin Lin only felt pain in the bones of his hand, and had the illusion of being crushed. He was nervous, but kept calm and looked up at Draven who was much taller than him. , still tempted with a smile: "Why, does my cousin think I'm not good-looking? Or is he dissatisfied with my figure?"

"Not satisfied." Draven pinched Lin Lin's hand a little harder, Lin Lin gritted his teeth, and broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

But Lin Lin didn't want to admit defeat, he said unwillingly: "I'm not that bad, am I? Everyone is a man, I don't believe you have no idea at all."

After Lin Lin thought about it, he said, "Don't worry, I just want to play with you, and you don't have to worry that I will rely on you afterwards."

Draven stared at Lin Lin who was pretending to smile for a while, his sharp eyes suddenly softened, he let go of Lin Lin's hand, and smiled: "Okay, I'll play with you."

hehe.Lin Lin sneered from the bottom of his heart when he heard this. Sure enough, men are lustful. He moved his aching left hand, and then reached out to pull Delevingne's pants, but his body suddenly flew into the air, and his eyes spun. When he realized it, he Has been thrown on the bed by Delevingne.

Lin Lin was a little dizzy from being thrown, he was a little upset, but he still said to Delevingne in a good temper: "Don't be so rough, I will cooperate with you, but I have to tell you first, I won't suffer... ..."

However, before Lin Lin finished speaking, Draven, who was standing by the bed, turned him over and made him lie on his stomach. Lin Lin felt that this posture was not good, and he was a little anxious: "Wait a minute, I said Don't do it... ah!"

Lin Lin let out a scream like killing a pig. Delevingne stepped on Lin Lin's back without even taking off his shoes. He grabbed Lin Lin's wrists and folded his hands behind his back, forcing He raised his upper body, letting his body stick forward like a bow.

"It's broken! My hand! My hand!" Lin Lin only felt the pain of his arms being pulled, and the back that was forced to move forward was also creaking.

"Look at your tough body, shouldn't children be very flexible?" Delevingne was smiling, and stepped on Lin Lin's back with a little more force, while stretching for Lin Lin While guiding him: "Take a deep breath, your body will only hurt more if you stretch it so tight."

Nima!Lin Lin cursed in his heart. Seeing that he couldn't struggle, he obediently took a deep breath and relaxed his body, hoping that with his cooperation, Delevingne would let him go.

"Good. Does it still hurt?"

"pain!"

"It's okay if it hurts." Delevingne smiled, and once again exerted force on his feet, Lin Lin's body was completely pulled into a bow by him.

"Wow!" Lin Lin burst into tears of pain.

Just when Lin Lin thought that his arms were about to be pulled off, Delevingne finally let go of his hands. Lin Lin was paralyzed on the bed, feeling that his hands were going to be useless.

"Practice more flexibility when you have time, cousin." Draven flicked his sleeves, tidied his clothes again, and opened the door calmly to go out.

Lin Lin, lying on the bed, flushed red with distorted expression. Ever since he came to this world, he pretended to be a woman and a child, coaxing the people around him around and treating him preferentially. How could he have suffered such hardships? ?

Lin Lin's eyes burst into flames, but after a while, he smiled again.

"You don't like me, do you... Hehe, I have to fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The author has something to say: Lin Lin and Yann don't look alike, don't look alike, don't look alike, the important thing has to be said three times, what they look like is only an appearance, an outline, and a back, they are exactly the same as Chad. It's the kind that can be mistaken, and the similar appearance of the two of them will become less and less alike with time, because the 15-year-old Yan will grow again, and the almost 18-year-old Lin Lin has already been finalized.

That's right, my setting for Lin Lin is: a cunning, despicable and shameless short winter melon.