lost hearts

During the test ride session, Singto stepped into the car with great confidence, holding the handles and sitting on it as safely as a mountain.

Krist was a little hesitant. When a motorcycle was parked there, he always had the illusion that sitting on it might make the whole bike tilt.

But when his brother sat in the front seat, all his hesitation dissipated.

In any case, even if he really fell down, at least he would stay with his brother.

Cheering himself up, Krist also raised his legs and stepped over the seat, sitting directly behind Singto.

He was dressed more casually today. To match the hoodie on his upper body, Krist wore a pair of light blue jeans. This straddling posture made the crotch of the jeans pull tightly, even if he wanted to sit forward A little more, also considering where the tight crotch of the trousers was squeezing—his brother's lower back.

Of course, this kind of intimate sitting can't escape the host's ridicule. He gestured in a hugging posture, and at the same time said very confidently: "It's dangerous if you sit like this and drive a car. At least you should hug Waist, it’s safer to fix it.”

"Oh, hug your waist—" Krist dragged his tone, and wrapped his left hand around his brother's waist.

The palm didn't dare to stick firmly, the heat still came out from it, vaguely using the heat to outline the outline that should be under the clothes.

The boy is getting more and more aggressive.

"If you're driving too fast, you'll still slide over." He said while thrusting his hips forward, "Like this."

Singto didn't react too aggressively.

Not even the slightest movement in position.

It was Krist himself, because the prank was too big, he almost couldn't sit still, and the movements of hugging his brother became more and more tight, for fear that he would fall from the car if he was not careful.

At the same time, he couldn't get enough of the joke he just made.

Moving restlessly in the back seat of the car.

P'sing was finally willing to take his hands off the handlebars.

He twisted around and patted Krist's head.

"Enough, enough."

Whisper softly to stop the younger brother's nonsense.

After the part on the stage came to an end, both of them went down to the exhibition area, where they acted like riding motorcycles for fans and media to take pictures.

First, two people ride on adjacent cars.

In the end, it was the same bike again.

Only this time, the positions were reversed.

Change to krist in the front and singto in the back.

Krist, who came up with a new trick, enthusiastically asked his brother to pull the hem of his back clothes, making it look like the wind was blowing, so that he could look like he was running fast.

Singto was very cooperative and followed suit without saying anything.

The girls clustered around them were booing, while taking out their mobile phones, or holding up their cameras to take pictures non-stop, recording Krist's mischief in every detail.

This kind of support aroused Krist's desire to perform, leaning forward and leaning back again, possing non-stop.

P'sing's hands stretched out from behind, embracing him like Krist did just now, Krist leaned back, just leaning into the man's arms comfortably.

Singto's arms are both comfortable and safe.

It's as appropriate as the VIP seat specially prepared for him.

Leaning back a little more, bringing their bodies closer together, Krist smiled at the nearest girl holding a camera so she could take a picture.

Just as he was about to turn his head, his peripheral vision inadvertently swept across the large electronic screen of the live broadcast.

His and his brother's faces were reflected in it.

Krist's gaze paused for a while.

I don't feel like staying.