【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

Reoenthal drank too hard.

Originally, Mittermeier wanted to continue to stick to the principle and completely ignore him.But when he drank the 10th cup like drinking water indifferently, Mittermeier really couldn't help it.

He walked over and snatched the glass from his hand as roughly as he could.Then he wanted to order him to roll home and go to bed immediately, but before he could say anything, Bidenfield rushed from behind and slammed into their shoulders.

"Don't spoil the fun!" He exclaimed cheerfully, looking a little over the top, "If there is any grievance, we will settle the score after drinking!" Then he took the two of them by the arm and pulled them aside, the atmosphere was close to the boiling atmosphere. on the wine table.

By the time Reuenthal completely knocked down Biedenfeld and Bayerlan, barely drew a draw with Pirlo, and was finally let go by the convinced crowd, he had completely lost consciousness and was at the mercy of others like a corpse .

Mittermeier considered whether to send him to the hospital.

But then he found that there should be nothing wrong with Reoenthal—he was in good condition, his face was rosy and his breath was normal.

That's fine, so be it.Mittermeier asked herself to accept reality.

Finally, it was time to end the show.

All the soldiers here are professional soldiers. Even if they have been drunk, their organization and discipline are still very high: according to the old rules, everyone began to assign manpower to deal with the aftermath. One is responsible for bringing back the person who is lying down.

Then, it was hard to tell whether it was intentional or not, Mittermeier took Reoenthal away.But even if he didn't take his poor playboy, there wasn't much anyone to lean on - Rickendorf was out of control by about nine o'clock.

Roenthal was half a head taller than Mittermeier.

However, this difference in size did not cause too much trouble.Although it may be a little difficult, Mittermeier is still able to play with his friends-about 5 minutes later, he carried him to the street behind the club, ready to take an unmanned taxi home.And during this period, Reoenthal woke up for a while: very suddenly, he moved slightly, and then raised his head suddenly, with such force that Mittermeier almost felt that his feet were a little unsteady.

But fortunately, he immediately recognized the person who was carrying his back.

He immediately relaxed.

"Mittermeier..."

"kindness."

The conversation is over.

Roenthal's head rested on his shoulder again, and it seemed that he fell into a coma in an instant.Then Mittermeier stood on the spot with his back on his back for about 3 or 4 minutes, and the booked taxi finally arrived.

Mittermeier put Reoenthal down on the back seat.Then he got into the front seat by himself, intending to sit a little more comfortably - anyway, this is an unmanned vehicle, and now the entire front seat is his, the space is extremely spacious and comfortable, and it is completely fine for him to lie down if he wants.

But almost a second later he changed his mind.He yelled to stop the car, ran down and changed to the back seat, helped Reoenthal up and sat with him, letting his head rest on his shoulder.

He was afraid he would spit it out while driving.If you spit it out while lying down drunk, the consequences are likely to be fatal.

Although he knew that the probability of such a thing happening was actually very, very low, Mittermeier was still unwilling to take the risk.

The Reoenthal family doesn't live very close, and it takes about 20 minutes to drive.

It was already midnight, and the sleeping city outside the car window seemed empty and silent.But fortunately, there are still street lights—their yellowish light looks warm and stable, and they just stand silently in the streets and alleys. Although they are very ordinary, they can bring an unreal atmosphere like a dream or a stage play.

Mittermeier liked this feeling very much.

He is not a person with sentiment or taste, but sometimes he is indescribably sensitive.This determines that he will actually notice many things that are not so noticeable, and he must pay more for it.

Like the guy who is now leaning on his shoulders.

The friendship between them has lasted for more than ten years, and they think they already know Luoyan Talmi Damai very well.But sometimes, he will feel that he doesn't understand him at all, and he will be puzzled and angry at some of his behaviors-this is not just a day or two or one or two things.But even so, he didn't want to cut off this friendship at all, get rid of the messy entanglements of the other party and live a more refreshed life.

No specific reason, just don't want to.

He is willing to spend patience and time with him.

"Maybe I'm confused by your face, son." Feeling helpless, Mittermeier murmured to himself in a low voice, and at the same time raised his hand and gently pinched Rayan Tar's cheek like teasing a child. nose.

But what I didn't expect was that just when he put down his hand, Luo Yantar opened his eyes, slowly left his shoulders and straightened up to look at him, with an extremely sober expression, as if he was not drunk at all, and everything It's an illusion, he didn't even drink a drop just now.

But that's impossible.Mittermeier saw with his own eyes how much he drank.

So he should still be drunk.

It has to be said that Mittermeier was a little intimidated.That look from Roenthal just now really made his heart rate soar, and even now it hasn't dropped anymore - because Roenthal has been staring at him so firmly since then, expressionless and motionless.Under the flowing and heavy light and shadow in the taxi, his extremely three-dimensional face and one blue and one black eyes became unfathomable, looking like some kind of nocturnal beast walking through the dark, or a concrete , the symbol representing "danger".

But Mittermeier hadn't woken up yet.

His trust in Reoenthal is really overwhelming, and at the same time, he doesn't feel that the other party has anything that can threaten him.So he gradually put away his surprised expression, leaned over slowly, and asked him in a low voice: "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"

This sentence seemed to be a signal, and when Roenthal heard it, he rushed over suddenly.

Mittermeier felt that he was pressing extremely heavily on him all of a sudden, his right wrist was grabbed by the opponent and twisted away, the hair on the back of his head was also pulled, making his head unable to move.He was really about to scream, but immediately he couldn't - because the other party gagged him in the next second.

He really felt Reoenthal's hot lips, slippery tongue and teeth.The bridge of Roenthal's nose hit his nose several times, and the tip of his nose touched his cheek several times, and his ears were filled with the sound of the other party's panting.The extremely strong smell of whiskey mixed with Roenthal's own smell rushed into his mouth and nasal cavity, making his scalp and back numb, and the blood rushed to his head.

The whole world is in chaos.

But at this moment Mittermeier didn't feel that he was being kissed, he just felt that the other party was gnawing on him.

The kind of reckless, utterly violent kind of nibbling that doesn't give a damn if it breaks his teeth or bites him, or the kind of nibbling that doesn't give a damn if you get beaten up afterward and have your friendship terminated unilaterally.

Finally Mittermeier managed to put his knee on his stomach and kicked him away with all his strength.Roenthal slammed into the car door on one side, and then froze there.

For a short while, Mittermeier was really extremely angry, his face was flushed red, and the veins on his forehead jumped out.

"Are you crazy!!" He yelled at Reuenthal.

The other party did not explain.He just leaned against the car door and sat motionless on the edge of the back seat, staring at the space in front of him in a daze.Even under the extremely poor light conditions in the taxi, Mittermeier could see that his face had faded from blood and turned pale.

The two confronted each other for a while.

Finally, Mittermeier calmed down a little.He forced himself to take a deep breath, let go of his tightly clenched fists, and suppressed the thought of beating Rayan Taer now.

"You—" he was finally able to speak again, "what are you doing—"

He couldn't go on.

But at this time, Reoenthal regained his language ability.

"I didn't." He said softly, somewhat abruptly.

Mittermeier froze for a moment, but then realized that he was answering his own question "Are you crazy?"And at the same time he understood, Luo Yantar suddenly propped up his body again and pressed over.

This time Mittermeier was firmly held down.

He was completely pushed down, and his head was pushed against the car door on the other side. Roenthal grabbed his wrist with all his strength and pressed him down. It was difficult for Mittermeier to turn over and kick him with such a movement.So he lowered his head again.

This time it was better than last time.

Because Mittermeier can't move, the probability of accidents is relatively low, and Reoenthal can start to play normally.You must know that he is a used-time libertine who knows everything, but Mittermeier is just an honest young man who "has been in love once or twice".

And Mittermeier really can't beat him if he just fights with strength.

Soon, the victim wisely stopped struggling.

He let go of the strength in his body, no longer desperately trying to pull his wrist out of Reoenthal's grip, while being as obviously submissive as possible, and no longer trying to turn his head away.

This strategy has proven to be effective.

Because soon Roenthal loosened his grip on him, and he didn't feel so excited anymore.

After a while, Mittermeier thought it might be okay.So he tried to raise his hand, put his palm on Reyan Tar's chest, and slowly pushed him hard.

He succeeded.Reoenthal let go of him almost immediately, and straightened up following his hand.

So Mittermeier also took advantage of the situation and sat up.

"You..." Mittermeier felt dizzy.He didn't know what to say.

But Roenthal still maintained the state of completely losing the will to communicate, not listening to any advice, not wanting to speak any reason, not keeping any room, lost in spirit, pale and pitiful.Because he moved his hands to a considerable extent, all the hair in front of him fell down, softly covering his eyes and the bridge of his nose.

Strangely enough, after watching him silently for a while, Mittermeier suddenly wasn't angry at all—he even began to feel pity for Luo Yantar inexplicably.

"You...do you think I'm someone else?" In the silence, he asked him tentatively.At the same time, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the hair covering his eyes for the other party.

Then just as he was trying to flip his hair back for him, Reuenthal reached up and took his hand.

Then he sat holding his hand for a while, looking very calm and rational.

But Mittermeier knew he wasn't awake.Because soon he leaned forward and hugged him again, bringing his head to his face.

This time Mittermeier did not resist at all.

He just sat there silently, letting himself fall into the other's kiss.

Mittermeier has no sense of being a victim at all.

Although the experience just now was very exciting, and his mood also fluctuated extremely violently, but now he doesn't even feel that he has been offended.

Of course, he is not the kind of fool who thinks that men cannot be violated.He had seen this kind of crime before, after all, there were too many disgusting things about old Goldbaum's family.But he just didn't think that what happened this time was worth the catastrophe, crying bitterly, worrying about it, pursuing the liquidation, and destroying his friendship with Luo Yantar.

He didn't feel like there was any hit to their relationship.

Now that Roenthal wants to make trouble, let him make trouble. When he sobers up, Mittermeier will continue to cherish him and value him from the bottom of his heart, and nothing will change.So it can only be said that fortunately the drunk fell asleep again, otherwise, even if he started to undress next, Mittermeier would most likely follow him.

It's really weird.Because Mittermeier has always been very clear that he doesn't like men, and at the same time, he also sincerely regards Reoenthal as his best friend.Even though he has a very charming appearance and great charisma, Mittermeier has never thought of other aspects—but now he finds that he does not reject a further relationship with him at all.

He felt a little headache.

But it could also be because he was drinking.

And he still has things to do next, so he shouldn't be entangled in such a small episode.