Demon Star Pandora [Interstellar]

Mitchell finally finished his meal and was able to go out for a drive with Morris.

Although Morris is a photographer, he is also a little famous in the circle. He can basically be regarded as a niche male god-he has a high income, is engaged in the art industry, and is young and promising.Wherever you look at it, the "personality" given to Morris is suitable for being the second male lead in a popular movie.

And Luo Wen, who was supposed to be the number two male, was assigned the status of the president of the number one male.

After getting into Morris' newly purchased car, Morris said, "Should we go to the movies first? Anyway, it's not too late, why don't we go shopping."

"Let's just watch movies or something." Mitchell was a little shadowy about places like movie theaters, and always felt that it would be no good to go to theaters or other places with Morris.

"Aren't you really going? Actually, there's a movie I really want to see." Morris's personality hasn't changed yet, so he booked two movie tickets on his own.

"Last time I lost a leg in a place like a movie theater." Mitchell said displeased.

"Is it a car accident?" Morris asked in surprise.

"That's right." Mitchell touched his broken leg.

"Don't worry, my driving skills are very good." Morris said, "I booked a movie ticket over the Metropolitan Building. There are many places to eat, drink and have fun. You can go shopping. If you are tired, I can help you." You rent a wheelchair."

"No." Mitchell pouted.

Morris didn't know why, since Mitchell got into his car, he couldn't help but start dating mode.

Obviously the other party is a man.

Morris was right, the urban nightlife was just getting started.The two strolled in the bustling building square, and Mitchell, who was on crutches, attracted the attention of many pedestrians.

Morris paid for two ice creams and gave one to Mitchell, who had to lean on a cane with both hands and had to stop and eat in a corner.

The two just silently watched the night scene outside the glass window and licked the ice cream. Morris felt a little hot for some reason watching Mitchell eating the ice cream.

"Have you...have you applied for disability benefits or anything..." Morris asked, "Have you thought about finding a job?"

"No." Mitchell didn't plan to live here forever.

"Maybe I can help you find a job." Morris said, "Do you have any skills?"

"I'll fight," Mitchell said.

"Don't be joking. I mean it," Morris said.

"Then I can't figure it out." Mitchell reached out and wiped the ice cream residue from the corner of Morris's mouth.

Morris was taken aback by his actions, and even forgot to resist, and let him finish all these in a daze.

"What the hell are you doing?" It took Morris a long time to hold back such a sentence.

"It's just for you to wipe your face." Mitchell disagreed.

Morris gritted his teeth, and he felt that the anger in his stomach was getting stronger and stronger.

"Let's go up there, the movie is about to start." Morris quickly changed the subject and turned around, "I think maybe you can come to work in my studio."

"What can I do for you?" Mitchell asked.

"It's chores or something!" Morris deliberately walked in front to cover up the fact that he was already blushing.

Finally arrived at the floor where the movie theater was open, Morris looked at the time and said, "Do you want to go to the bathroom first?"

"...Okay." Mitchell was a little hesitant. In fact, he could only go to the toilet for convenience, not because he was disabled

When he came to the bathroom, Mitchell handed the crutches to Morris, and jumped into a toilet room and locked the door for convenience.

"Do you want me to help?" Morris asked kindly outside.

"No need." Mitchell said, he quickly passed on the pants, and then jumped out the door with one leg, but he slipped and fell on Morris.

"Are you all right?" Morris asked.

"The floor here is too slippery, Maurice, my crutches may slip." Mitchell hugged him without losing his hand, "Help me."

"Can I help you out?" Morris looked around. Fortunately, there was no one in the bathroom, otherwise the situation between the two of them would be really boring.

"No, I only have a good leg. What if I slip and sprain? You... Take me out." Mitchell said shamelessly.

"I'll carry you." Morris turned around and turned his back to him.

Mitchell then successfully posted it.Morris wanted to support his legs with both hands, but his right hand was empty and he could only support his thigh stump.

As soon as he touched Mitchell's stump, Morris felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had known him before.

And Mitchell moved his stumped leg wickedly.

"You, don't move!" Morris shouted.

In the end, he carried Mitchell all the way into the movie theater and brought Mitchell's walking stick.

Their positions are a few rows behind, and there is no one around except the front row.

Mitchell took the initiative to get up the railing between the two of them, and when the lights went out, he deliberately moved towards Morris.

Morris couldn't make a sound because there were people in front of him, but he didn't know why, and he didn't avoid it. Seeing that Mitchell was almost lying on top of him, Mitchell suddenly gave him an unexpected kiss.

Silently.

Morris could no longer refuse, and even responded to his kiss.

The two of them didn't care about what the movie was doing.

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The pure sea of ​​roses collapsed and disintegrated because of the fierce battle between the two, and the shallow Mizusawa collapsed to hundreds of meters high because of the strong fighting pressure of the two, forming showers and petal storms together with the crushed roses. The two spun around.

"Report your name, Maurice's sword never kills unknown people!" Grand Duke Maurice was really angry, his blue eyes glowed fiery red, which was a sign of his fighting spirit rising with his anger .

"Oh, haven't I already said that? You have no right to know." Behind Mitchell's back is the unique vindictive light wings of the direct lineage of angels—the result of a special genetic imprint of the angelic branch: it can summon the condensed vindictiveness. The phantom wings, when the wings are fully opened, is also the moment when the most fatal blow is launched! 】