The days of eating soft rice in London

The tall gentleman turned and walked away.

Oscar kept his original movements, staring at his leaving back in a daze.

The figure of the man leaving was still the way Oscar liked, walking as usual, with a tall and straight back, and never looked back.

It wasn't until he was urged by the woman holding the child behind him that Oscar woke up like a dream and looked back.The people in front of the line were all gone. The young man had been waiting in line for a long time, but now, he had lost his initial sense of hunger.

The blond young man put down the plate, stepped out of the queue, and walked in the direction he came——

Just in time to avoid the carriage.

The MP Leicester behind him was still saying goodbye to Louis loudly.Oscar still bowed his head and walked forward with a portable crutch. He tried hard to control his desire to look back, but felt his heart sore and swollen. This feeling reached his eyes, and even had the urge to turn into tears.

What a wimp, he scolded himself.

Oscar staggered like this, and just reached the corner of the street.Unexpectedly, the support of the body suddenly fell to nothing—it was his crutches that were taken away.

This man was dressed as a male servant, and another male servant immediately supported his arms, left and right, and vigorously led him in the direction of returning.

"What are you going to do?" Oscar struggled a few times, but couldn't break free, and two servants shoved him into the carriage with him.

Louis sat face to face with Oscar in the luxuriously decorated and extravagant carriage.He rested his chin in his hand and leaned his arm on the sill of the car window, looking at the angry young man without saying a word.

"What are you doing?" Oscar was forcibly pulled over, feeling dissatisfied in his heart.

"You said, you miss me?" Louis looked at him sternly, "Mr. Adrian."

Oscar clearly sensed the alienation in the gentleman's tone, especially in addressing him—"Mr. Adrian", Louis had never called himself that before.

He sat up straight and replied in a deep voice, "That's right."

"But you know, it's just a meeting phrase, but sorry, Louis, I had a high fever that day, and I shouldn't have..."

After Oscar finished speaking, he regretted it.

What is the common term for seeing a ghost?Where did he pull this nonsense from?

His bullshit vanity and stubborn and sensitive self-esteem appeared again, so he reflexively rejected such words that actively showed weakness.

Oscar closed his mouth in embarrassment, perhaps his ever-changing face must be disgusting to Louis.

What about showing weakness?Oscar?You obviously hurt someone with such vicious words, and you really do miss Louis, don't you?

Oscar looked normal on the surface, but his heart was full of turmoil.

"It's okay, I understand." Louis was expressionless, his thin lips opened and closed: "Unfortunately, missing you is a common phrase when we meet, but I really missed you for a long time."

He put down the hand on his chin and leaned against the velvet backrest. "I'm thinking how stupid I am."

"I'm sorry." Oscar still lowered his head, he didn't dare to look at the other person's face.

The young man felt that he could hardly lift his head. Not only was there some heavy and complicated things in his head, which made him extremely depressed and unable to lift his head, but also because he had slept on the bench for a long time, and the muscles in his neck seemed to be weak. Something went wrong, so much so that he hung his head dryly the whole time.

"Please don't mind, I will never force you to do anything again. I just can't let it go, after all, I can't see old friends face such a situation and ignore it."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean your situation is miserable, you know what I mean." Louis knew that his self-esteem was too strong, so he emphasized it.

Oscar on the opposite side didn't make a sound, only showing the top of his golden hair.His hands were tucked into the cuffs, his fingers twisting the cotton buttons there into a mess.

He really needs help, and the help of this man in front of him has never been so urgent.

"Then I take it for granted, Adrian." Louis raised his eyelids and looked at him, a face that made countless well-educated ladies scream.

His tone was extremely calm, and he added: "It's just for the sake of our old friendship."

No matter before or now, I always trouble the man in front of me.Oscar only felt ashamed for a while, so he didn't feel the turbulence implied in Louis's mention of the old friendship at all.

The carriage brought them to the most luxurious hotel in Leicester, and Oscar silently followed Louis up the marble stairs.His scruffy attire also attracted a lot of attention when he went up the stairs.

Sauron wore a dark purple narrow skirt today, and was waiting for Louis' return in front of the guest room on the third floor. He recently liked the black hair of the Miscian woman, and the wavy wig on his head was very long, and it was draped around his waist charmingly. .

"Oh! Louis, you're back!" He rushed forward and hugged Louis' right arm. He never shy away from making intimate moves with others in public, but Louis actually let him hold him.

"I'm going crazy about the auction! Come and take a look!" After speaking, he took Louis' arm and went straight to the desk.

The gentleman who always maintained his dignity was dragged forward like this, which made Oscar look in Sauron's direction a few more times.

Louis walked to the door, as if suddenly recalling something, turned around and gestured to the servants, asking them to entertain Oscar.

After some preparations, the hotel waiter prepared the room for Oscar.

The blond-haired young man came to the bathroom first. He took off his dirty coat and carefully threw it on the wooden stool beside him so as not to stain the reflective white tiles.

The naked young man adjusted to the temperature and slowly lay down in the huge bathtub.

On the shelf behind Oscar are fine wines, various essential oils that he can't name, and some weird things, which can be called high-end and luxurious enjoyment.

He gripped the round rim with both hands, otherwise he would have slipped to the bottom of the tub.The warm hot water surrounded him, making Oscar feel as if he had come back to life. He washed himself twice before he was finally cleansed.

Sauron broke in suddenly, and he looked in the mirror to himself, only to realize that there was still a person soaking in the bathtub!

Oscar was also startled and sat up from the bathtub.

"You're scaring me to death!"

He saw that it was Oscar, so he approached the bathtub and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"

"Hello, Mr. Sauron." Seeing that he was about to approach, Oscar hid in the water again.

Sauron greeted him with a smile: "Long time no see, little Oscar."

"Indeed, it's been a long time." He looked into Sauron's smiling eyes and asked uncertainly, "I... thought you would still hold grudges against me..."

"Remember you? Why?" He was careless and had already forgotten those old things.

Oscar looked at his completely forgotten face, and kept silent about the matter that prevented him from pushing Camille down, so he could only evade and answer: "It's nothing."

Sauron immediately sat on the edge of the bathtub unceremoniously, taking a full view of the scene in the water: "What's going on with you and Louis?"

"I mentioned you a long time ago, and he still has a cold face to me."

Oscar folded his hands around his knees, staring at the protruding bone in his calf, not knowing how to answer.

"You haven't slept yet, have you?"

He knew that the other party's thinking was always jumping, which made people completely unable to connect, but he didn't expect Sauron to ask such a question directly.Oscar half opened his mouth, how could he tell the other party that they had already done it.

"Then you absolutely don't understand how wonderful that feeling is." Sauron raised his eyebrows at him, "You two may get back together after a while."

Oscar's heart seemed to be tightened by something, and he looked into the light brown eyes of the other party, which were now full of joking expressions.

"You...and Mr. Lewis he..."

"Oh! Please!" Sauron stood up from the edge of the bathtub, his purple skirt was still wet by a small piece of water, but he wiped the wet spot with his hands indifferently: "I like to wear women clothes, so I'm a little more interested in women."

He suddenly laughed, showing his neat white teeth: "But if you are the one to sleep with, I can choose to try it."

"..."

"It's just your legs, and I want to have a few shots with you." Sauron poked Oscar's outer thigh with his pink nails, "I'm so jealous."

He also touched something between Oscar's legs in a wicked way, which made Oscar shrink back a little.

"But you Irish bumpkin messed it up, tell me, do you still have a good place on your body?" Apparently, Mr. Soren also saw the ugly bump on his calf, so he said so .

Before Oscar could say anything, he turned his back again, as if he wanted to change to a new posture every moment.

"Oh! You really need to change your clothes! Oscar!" Sauron kicked away the small wooden bench where the young man put his dirty clothes in disgust. "It stinks! Take it away!"

"When you stood there before the door, I wanted to ask Louis who the bum was. You don't know that you stink as much as the Thames."

"Sorry, Mr. Sauron." Oscar was a little embarrassed, "Then, can I... can I borrow some clothes from you?"

"Clothes?"

"Yes, all I have left now is a tights."

"Okay." Sauron readily agreed and turned to leave.

Oscar waited patiently in the bathtub. After a while, the water was already a little cold.

After a long time, Sauron came back.

He showed a pink nightgown to the naked Oscar with a smirk, and lifted the suspenders up: "Do you want to try my new lace nightgown?"

He also specially emphasized: "Silk."

"No need, Mr. Sauron, please don't make such a joke." Oscar was really afraid of him, and replied solemnly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Okay." Sauron spread his hands and left the bathroom again to get a new shirt and pajama pants for him.

When Sauron put the clothes on the side of the bathtub, Oscar didn't move for a long time.

He stared at Oscar while hugging his arms.The other party pointed to his naked chest, signaling that he was about to stand up from the water.

"Could you... move away?" Oscar said.

Sauron glanced at the shiny white body in the bathtub, pretended to be innocent: "Okay, okay." He waved his hands helplessly and went out.

Oscar wiped his body clean, put on his shirt, hung up the suspenders on his trousers, and left the bathroom door.Sauron raised his eyebrows and praised: "I don't think you are only suitable for stripping and putting in the bathtub."

"You might as well go to his bed now!" Soran thought of whatever he could do, clapping his hands together in front of his chest. "Louis must not be able to hold it!"

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