Senior, follow me

Under Lin Hang's signal, the gorgeous and sexy dance music played.

This was his first visit to this bar, and it stands to reason that no one would follow his command.But Lin Hang has such a charm. His handsome face and radiant eyes are his best weapons, which can always help him get what he wants.When he stands on the stage, all the light will involuntarily focus on him, making him shine like a king, pointing at the world, looking down on the world, no one dares to rebel.

The music advances to the rhythm of the drums, expressing an unstoppable emotional tide fiercely and wildly.

Lin Hang took the lead in dancing.His dancing posture is the same as that of his people. He is extremely flamboyant and free to the extreme. He swings his waist, twists his hips, and swings his legs. There is no deliberate choreography, but his limbs are stretched and twisted freely, but they are full of tension. Sexy and hormonal, the hormonal breath seemed to condense into a liquid, spreading out with every movement of his, moistening every trace of air.The coquettish red lips, the pink tip of the tongue protruding slightly from the lips, the slightly moist black hair stained with sweat, and the soul-stirring peach blossom eyes caused a burst of wild cheers in the bar.

It's really amazing...Yan Zicheng propped his cheeks, squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Hang, who was dancing indulgently, and secretly sighed in his heart.This is indeed a special man, expressing himself all the time, taking center stage at all times, a natural focal point that cannot be overshadowed by bright lights.

Yan Zicheng was suddenly a little curious, how could Fang Qiao, who was usually low-key and unassuming, share the stage with someone like Lin Hang?

Just as he was thinking about it, the style of the dance music suddenly changed, and the original sexy and hot suddenly became masculine and tough, with a fiery and throbbing blood.

Following this change, Fang Qiao, who had been standing aside all this time, finally made a move and started his showtime.

No one could have imagined that this normally gentle and low-key boy, after taking off his harmless disguise, turned out to be so sexy and handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Yan Zicheng's gaze was fixed, his breathing suddenly stopped, his heart was throbbing violently as if struck by lightning——

Unlike Lin Hang, Fang Qiao's dance shows another style.If Lin Hang's dance steps are a bit feminine and seductive, then Fang Qiao is completely masculine domineering and tough, and his gestures are full of strong masculinity.The firm buttocks swinging to the beat of the music, the slender fingers lingering on the firm body, the somewhat obscene secret movements of caressing the crotch, the sunny and handsome face, and the seductive smile on the lips, all of them Showing strong naked/naked sexual hints, it immediately ignited the temperature of the audience.

When Fang Qiao started to dance, the crown of the king of the stage shifted instantly, and Lin Hang's light dimmed a lot in an instant.Fang Qiao, who danced sexy and hot dances and brought male aggression to the extreme, was not just shining, he was like the sun, dazzling and almost burning people's eyes.The young and strong body unscrupulously swayed hot sweat, tempting the most primitive nature and desire of human beings, displaying all love and sex things naked/nakedly, forcing people to face them without covering up, revealing The most honest longing.

At this moment, he is like a king overlooking the world, even Lin Hang, who is proud and flamboyant, can only hang around him, but cannot compete with him.The strength and dominance, possessiveness and aggression of men have been brought to the extreme by him, burning like a fire on the stage.

When the last beat fell, the two ended up in an ambiguous position with their lower bodies clinging to each other.

The audience erupted and could not stop for a long time.

Yan Zicheng listened to the thunderous din of the audience, his mind was at a loss, and he couldn't get back to his senses for a long time.Fang Qiao's dance left too vivid an impression in his memory. The sexual temptation and hints revealed by the boy's gestures were so strong that it even made his body slightly warm, and there were waves of commotion under his skin. Even the blood is about to move.

For the first time in his life, he was so hard on himself because of another person.He could feel his heart beating violently, that feeling was so familiar, it had happened a long time ago—it was the heartbeat and desire generated by the brain in an instant, but this time, it was not for Yang Ze, but for Yang Ze. It's for Fang Qiao.

At this moment, he clearly realized that something had begun to change.

When the music in the bar turned from intense to soothing, Fang Qiao and Lin Hang came back covered in sweat.

Yan Zicheng was holding a glass of blue Hawaii in his hand. The clear sea blue was rippling on his fingertips, which matched his desolate aura very well. The large white shirt was put on his thin shoulders, which instead set off a kind of attractiveness. The charm of it has attracted the attention of others.

Fang Qiao, who had just finished dancing and was still in a restless state, saw this scene as soon as he approached.Her throat was dry for a while, her lower abdomen was slightly tight, and she had a vague impulse.

Startled in his heart, he secretly spurned himself, put on a gentle smile again, and tried to calm his restless mind.

"Senior." Fang Qiao sat down on the chair, unable to bear the heat all over her body, unbuttoned a few buttons of her clothes, took a sip from the wine glass.

"Dancing well." Yan Zicheng praised quietly, but couldn't help but look down Fang Qiao's swallowing throat, all the way down to his exposed strong chest, and slowly dripped down along his collarbone The crystal beads of sweat... I couldn't move my eyes for a while.

Fang Qiao couldn't help grinning, with joy in his eyes.In his heart, no matter how many people screamed and marveled before, it was not as good as a compliment from the person in front of him.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little ambiguous.

It's a pity that Lin Hang is still sitting on the side. He is a standard egotistical type, so he broke the good atmosphere without any guilt, "Senior Yan, do you want to dance too? It's slow rocking now, you go Jumping is fine."

Yan Zicheng finally looked away, lowered his head and took a sip of his wine, "I won't go, I don't know how to dance."

He really doesn't know how to dance, whether it's a soft ballroom dance or a sexy hot dance, he has nothing to do with it.Exercise less, go out less, and reduce emotional fluctuations are the warnings he has been given since he was a child.

"Zicheng, your health is not good, so you should stay at home more, study or something, mother will hire you a teacher."

"Zicheng, didn't I tell you! You can't do those strenuous exercises, why didn't you listen to advice? Do you know that when you fainted, your mother was scared to death!..."

"This child's heart problem is quite serious, his body is also very fragile, and his immune system is very low. You must pay more attention... Remember to check every month... Yes, it will definitely affect your life, but there is no way to do it of……"

……

Some of these words were spoken to him personally, and some were overheard by him, but they all expressed the same meaning——Yan Zicheng, if you want to live a good life, you have to spend more energy and energy than others thought.

He can't be willful, stubborn, or do whatever he wants, because he doesn't have that opportunity and qualification.

From a very young age, Yan Zicheng began to understand that surviving is actually not an easy task.In the third year of high school, it was even more so.

At that time, he was at his most decadent, and he even thought... just die...

Thinking about it, Yan Zicheng couldn't help stroking his left eye lightly, pressing the corner of the eye lightly with his fingertips, which instantly caused a tingling pain like an electric shock.

"Senior?" A hoarse voice came to the ear, probably because of the dance just now, Fang Qiao's voice is different from the usual warm and clear, but with a touch of sexy hoarseness.Yan Zicheng woke up from the memories, followed the reputation, and met the handsome and warm smiling face of the boy, "Let's go dance, this kind of dance is very simple, I can teach you."

Yan Zicheng was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the dance floor downstairs. The rhythm of the music was very soothing, and the tone of the lights changed to a melancholy blue. Men and women embraced each other intimately, swayed gently with the music, and exchanged ideas with each other. With hazy hormones.

It looks really simple, there is no skill at all... But, this is too ambiguous... It seems that the dancers below are all couples!

Yan Zicheng was hesitating, but Lin Hang had already hooked up with a handsome boy, and walked down with his arms around his waist, blowing a kiss while walking, "Hurry up, I'll wait for you~"

Yan Zicheng turned his head speechlessly, only to realize that Fang Qiao had stood up, gracefully made an invitation gesture, and blinked at him, "Senior, may I ask...do I have this honor?"

"..." Yan Zicheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but for some reason, an impulse suddenly arose in his heart.

That radiant and dazzling stage has never belonged to him.But maybe today, with the power of Fang Qiao, he can experience the feeling he has been coveting for a long time...

Yan Zicheng laughed suddenly, melted his coldness, and put his hand into Fang Qiao's broad palm.

Maybe tonight, God gave him a chance to be self-willed?

Dancing is indeed amazing, it is a feeling that Yan Zicheng has never experienced before. When swinging with the music, the soul seems to be lifted into the sky, floating like in a dream.

Yan Zicheng looked at the boy in front of him who was very close to him and was leading him around, and suddenly a warm current surged in his heart.

The dim light hits the body, making people intoxicated in the ambiguous entanglement all the way, the body is close to each other, the fingers are interlocked, the boy's warm palm is on the waist, and the chest can feel the steady heartbeat of the other party...

This posture is too intimate, so intimate that Yan Zicheng has a trance illusion.

It's like hugging and dancing with your lover.

He looked up and looked into Fang Qiao's dark eyes, and suddenly felt that they were as deep as an ocean, hiding too many emotions and secrets, and he hesitated to speak.

The boy looked at him with eyes that were too focused.Concentrating as if... In this world, he only sees himself.

Is such a look, such intimacy, really just out of admiration and respect for the senior?

Fang Qiao's embrace is too gentle, and her movements are too smooth. It's a man's embarrassment and awkwardness without a partner at all. Everything is as natural as it should be...

...Yan Zicheng suddenly felt suspicious, he was a little uncertain about his previous judgment.

He originally thought that Fang Qiao was a straight man, but he just happened to be good friends with a gay, and he was unsuspecting of this gay, allowing him to eat tofu and get rich...

But what if not?What if...Fang Qiao is actually a...homosexual just like Lin Hang?

This idea was like an evil curse, rolling endlessly in Yan Zicheng's mind, the more he thought about it, the more possible it became, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

If Fang Qiao is gay, then everything can be explained.Why would he be so passionate about himself, why would he say misleading words in front of everyone, why would he be willing to help him keep a secret, why would he dance this slow dance of lovers with himself so naturally...

If this is the case, does that mean that Fang Qiao... likes herself?

Yan Zicheng's heartbeat gradually accelerated. This guess made his body slightly warm, and complex emotions surged in his heart. There was some anticipation, but also some fear. It was messy and tangled up, like a messy ball of yarn, tickling his heart. Yes, very uncomfortable.

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