Fuck your scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

"She turned off the night light, and covered her shoulders quietly. The sparks were intertwined, and she was imprisoned in the precipitation..."

The deep Cantonese was uttered from the mouth of the boy on the stage, and the voice turned into a veil, instantly tying everyone's ears together.

The two-button shirt was unbuttoned to expose the collarbone and chest. The boy sat on the high stool with his head bowed. He couldn't see anything except his long bangs and his open and closed mouth.

The hazy lights seem real and unreal, rendering an ambiguous atmosphere.

The tattered shirt was continuously splashed with colors, red, green, blue and purple.

The people writhing on the dance floor heard the familiar melody sounding again, and were taken aback for a moment, looking towards the stage curiously.

The wild song was sung by the boy on the high stool with his head bowed. At the moment when people looked at him, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, then reached his chest and grabbed a button that had not been undone.

His movements were fast and smooth, and the eyes of the audience involuntarily turned to the slender and beautiful hand. After discovering the boy's intentions on the stage, they all had a flash of surprise and surprise in their eyes.

Whoa, striptease! ! !

Passionate notes continued to waft out, and evil spirits who lived alone on the stave entered people's ears with wanton malice and waved their sickles.

The boy sat there like a statue, not moving except for his fingers and lips.

The charming singing voice and his mystery are like a dose of medicine injected into one's heart, and the curiosity that can kill people grows in the body like a vine, and becomes more vigorous.

The fuzzy spots of light jumped back and forth, staying on his body greedily for a second and then jumping to other places.

The boy's hands kept moving, and the buttons of the torn shirt were unbuttoned one by one, revealing a large area of ​​white and a faint red underneath, and more and more skin was exposed to the air.

"Zizizi", white cold smoke sprayed out at this time, reflecting the stage like daytime, clearly exposing the beautiful red fruit on the young man's body.

Suddenly, the boy sitting on the high stool yanked hard, and with a "stab", the shirt that was barely hanging on his left shoulder shattered instantly, and slipped off his fair and delicate skin like a drawn curtain.

Show everyone's long-awaited body in front of people.

In the next moment, Leng Yanhua fell back, and everyone's eyes fell into the ambiguous darkness before they had time to lick and lick that shoulder.

Finally, the boy unbuttoned the penultimate button, and the slightly undulating abdominal muscles and mermaid lines were displayed in the ambiguous light. Immediately, someone whistled at this good figure that made people spurt blood.

The whistle was sharp and sharp, mixed with obscenity and admiration, hitting everyone's hearts, awakening the bone-destroying excitement in their bodies, and turning them into erotic, substantive gazes.

The boy on the high stool seemed to be seduced by a demon, and suddenly raised his head to look at the crowd, with a bold and vicious smile in his eyes, making him like a monster singing in the deep sea, directly hitting people's hearts.

The people in the arena were amazed by the boy's appearance, and the dancing steps and talking and laughing on the dance floor seemed to be cut off by a knife, and they stopped neatly for a moment.

At this moment, the girls in jazz suits filed in around the boy, and eleven hands stretched out from the sides like white ribbons, touching the boy's handsome face little by little.

Then it slid down and wrapped around his slender neck, like strips of white silk, slowly wrapped around him until he couldn't breathe.

The originally charming singing voice was shaken and unsteady, and he panted lightly, with a slight tremor in the end.

But the boy didn't stop because of this, instead he chanted even harder, releasing the demon puppets in his voice violently.

The demon puppet brandished a sickle to find its ears, seized the nerves of the bewitched humans, and kept giving orders to them, telling them to stop moving obediently, just obsessively looking at the figures on the stage that were about to break free.

The singing became hoarse, and the voices became more and more unstable. The boy who had been sentenced to death by the gods struggled to stretch out his left hand, catching the unpredictable light spot.

The tattered clothes hung on his arms, strands and strands, fluttering in the wind, like a cruelly broken wing.

A beam of light shone on his outstretched hand, and the accompaniment stopped abruptly.

After two seconds of silence, a malicious singing came.

"Love will be a bad wolf, how can I sleep in my arms, he will take my severe injuries as a souvenir"

With a little creepy meaning, people's scalp tingles instantly after listening to it.

The spotlight on his hand disappeared, and the demon was finally hanged to death. Seeing this scene, the people on the dance floor couldn't help but take a step forward.

The cold fireworks in front of the stage burst out suddenly, lighting up the whole bar with a "boom", pulling everyone back to their sanity.

In the next second, there was intense applause and screams on the dance floor.

The music changed suddenly, replaced by the prelude to "Monica".

The eleven jazz girls on the stage regained their positions under the dim light, the staff took down the high stools, and Su Yang stood in front of the stage, facing everyone sideways.

The boy was like a taut bow, his tall and slender figure appeared in everyone's sight. He held the microphone in one hand and made no unnecessary movements.

It was completely different from the appearance of the demon just now, his bangs were tied up by something, and the outline of the whole face was exposed, with a little immature and unique purity.

Under the dazzling colored lights, it seems like a prince who knows nothing about the world.

"yeahyayeah~ahah~ohoh~" is different from the original singer's insurmountable magnetic voice, an extremely clear and extremely cheerful high-pitched high-pitched sound, ethereal and pure, like flowing water bubbling from the mountains, refreshing.

"You used to love me and love me regardless of everything, and sacrificed your youth to my glory. Thank you for changing me one day."

As the lyrics were sung, the beauties in jazz suits swayed, and their 22 long legs were wrapped in improved jazz shorts, and they stepped out together, like a walking Victoria.

The girls have slender and long white thighs, stepping on black modern high-heeled shoes, and wearing mysterious veiled hats.

This nondescript jazz suit, which has been ridiculed many times, is wrapped around the girls at this time, but it can expose the softest part of their bodies, carrying a fatal attraction.

Eleven dancers stepped forward and surrounded the boy, like flowers competing to bloom, inviting the only man on the stage to dance in turn.

He is pure and elegant, and he constantly calls out ethereal singing voices. The cheerful tunes are like intoxicating fruit pulp, passing through the girls' skin and flowing continuously from their bodies.

The boy accepted the invitation of the girls, and danced with them one by one. The fireworks around the stage burst out from time to time, and the atmosphere of the whole bar reached an unprecedented high at this moment.

……

In the booth at the corner, the two dice on the table rolled quickly and spun non-stop, and stopped wobbly after a while.

The three of Jingchi and Ma Yiheng looked at the points on the table, and Wu Feng threw the cigarette in his hand, "Damn, are you targeting me tonight? I'll lose everything, just play?!"

Ma Yiheng finally changed his luck, with a happy expression on his face, he heard the words and picked up the conversation: "Why don't you just play, or come to a real gamble?"

"A real bet with you? Am I sick or are you sick?" Wu Feng reached out and picked up the two dice on the table, squeezed them in his hands and checked them repeatedly, and threw them on the table twice, continuing: "When the time comes I lost everything, my old man must take his old sleeve and shoot first. Kill me and then shoot you... There is nothing wrong with this dice, why do you recite it like this today... Fuck, stop playing! "

"Your uncle!" Ma Yiheng just turned over, how could he allow him to stop, "I just returned to China today, and I want to stop if I don't play all night? I want to be barren!"

The woman in the ultra-short leather skirt put the dice back into the dice clock, raised her slender and smooth arms and started rolling again.

"Galeng Leng, Ge Leng Leng..."

The sound of the dice swinging inside shocked the nerves, making everyone's ears condense on it, but Wu Feng fell into the arms of the beauty, smelling the fragrance of nephrite, and raised his legs, "I won't play anymore, this time It's useless to say anything."

When he said this, he focused all his energy on the woman's scolding voice and the two groups of white rabbits, and didn't notice the movement outside.

When he realized that the atmosphere around him was not right, there was already a surprised exclamation with a little excitement: "Mr. Lin, is it really you?!"

……

Jing Chi looked at the boy who suddenly appeared in front of him. The boy had already changed the torn and tattered shirt. He was wearing a white T-shirt and shorts. energy.

Su Yang hadn't seen Jingchi for a month, and he felt a little indescribably scared and excited when he stared at him with deep and sharp eyes.

He subconsciously pinched his index finger, let the nail of his thumb sink into it, tried his best to keep calm, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Just now I was thinking about it backstage..."

"Why did you come here?" Jing Chi frowned and interrupted him coldly, leaning lazily on the sofa with a generous and upright body, his whole body was enveloped by a powerful aura of a superior.

He looked displeased and looked scary.

The boy's eyes shook slightly in fright at his heavy tone, and then a little unbearable itching and numbness emanated from his bones.

——Mr. Lin like this gave him the stimulation of being tamed, and the adrenaline in his body couldn't help soaring.

"I... the manager asked me to come here, saying that the guests at the booth here are looking for me." Su Yang said the whole sentence in a trembling voice, his whole body was extremely excited, his fair skin and earlobes were completely disappointing under the other party's sight flushed.

Fortunately, the lights here are dim, so you shouldn't be able to see anything... Su Yang's eyelashes trembled twice, ashamedly suppressing the raging itchiness in his heart.

Mr. Lin should not be able to see anything.Bar?

The boy who hurried over after changing clothes in the dressing room saw the long-lost savior and felt that his whole being was patronized by a god called luck.

With watery eyes and a smile on the corner of his mouth, he stared eagerly at Jingchi.

Jingchi slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, letting the rising white mist harden his face. He looked at the male protagonist who was still thinking about him early this morning, waved his hand at him, and said, "Go back."

It's already one o'clock in the morning, the boy has just performed three shows on stage, and he is so tired that he doesn't even have the energy to deal with others.

And who are Ma Yiheng, Wu Feng and Cui Shen?

A group of rich second-generation people who are rich in gold and silver. They have been wilder than anyone since they were young. When they want to toss people, they will die even if they want to.

The other party still foolishly insisted on bumping into this side.

Really, I don't know how it will be eaten up by then.

Jingchi knew that the other three people were waiting to see him play, so he remained calm and sullen, as if he didn't have any feelings for the hero of the book.

But none of the other three were fools. Wu Feng sat up abruptly from the arms of the beautiful woman, and looked at the only boy standing, with a bright green light in his eyes.

Ma Yiheng's eyes sized Su Yang back and forth for a long while, and his stomach was not filled with water. After a long while, he suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Su Yang."

Jing Chi frowned again when he heard the words, why is the brat so unguarded, he would answer his real name when asked by anyone outside.

Let go but not go.disobedient.

He licked the cigarette butt in his mouth irritably, soaking it a little bit.

Cui Shen on the side looked at Su Yang, a little satisfaction flashed in his long and narrow amber eyes, and he licked the boy's title: "Mr. Lin? Listen to you, do you know Lin Yan?"

The boy nodded cautiously, looking hesitant, as if he was afraid that he would make someone unhappy if he said something wrong.

"Very good." Cui Shen praised him endlessly.

Jing Chi heard the words and looked at Cui Shen, but saw the familiar evil light in the other's eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Jing Chi had kindly reminded the male protagonist just now, let the other party go, even if the boy is not good, he has nothing to do.The man was not interested in bothering them anymore, he raised his chin slightly to signal the half-kneeling dice rolling girl, "Continue."

"Yes, Mr. Lin."

The voice of "Galen Leng, Ge Leng Leng" sounded again, filling the booth, and Wu Feng, who had already said that he would never play again, suddenly waved to the boy: "Come here."

Su Yang glanced at him and didn't move. A pair of sparkling pupils containing thousands of stars flickered, and turned to the stalwart man with his chin resting on his face, who was bored.

Wu Feng noticed his gaze and sneered, "Don't fucking watch, it's not your Mr. Lin who ordered you tonight." He drove away the woman beside him, "Go and serve Ma Erheng, don't occupy your seat."

As for Su Yang, he waved at people again, emphasizing: "Come here."

After Su Yang heard his words, the excitement and excitement in his heart died down, and he was lost for a moment in connection with Jing Chi's words to drive him back just now.

But seeing Wu Feng and Lin Yan's familiar faces, he guessed that they should be friends, so he didn't refuse any more and walked over.

The most important thing is... After seeing Lin Yan again after a month, how could he be willing to leave so easily.

As the young man walked around, the shorts stuck to his body, revealing his long, straight legs and upturned buttocks, and Wu Feng whistled in his heart, "Hey, you have a peerless butt."

His indecent words made the boy pause for a moment.

Ma Yiheng saw Su Yang's hesitation, and immediately laughed: "You belong to Teddy the fuck, you can have sex anytime and anywhere, at least ask if he is willing."

"I am willing, you can control?" Wu Feng saw that the dice rolling girl had put down the dice clock, and said to the young man cynically: "Guess! If you guess correctly, you don't have to sit on my lap."

The boy was thin-skinned, so ashamed by these words, he secretly glanced at Jingchi, grabbed the hem of his clothes unexpectedly and popped out the word "small".

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Chi said, "Big."

Ma Yiheng: "Lao Lin is lucky tonight, I'll be with you, big."

Cui Shen: "Big. Open."

The beauty who rolled the dice immediately opened, and two dice lay quietly on the table, one or two, small.

Except for Wu Feng, all lost.

Wu Feng jumped up from the sofa with a "woof", stared at the two dice with wide eyes for a few seconds, he won so decently for the first time tonight, and he let out a bad breath.

Wu Feng pointed at Su Yang vigorously and said, "You, sit here and compare yourself with them!"

Seeing that the boy didn't need to sit on his lap, he went to pick up a dice.

Seeing this, Ma Yiheng also took one, "Okay, brat, I ruined my Feng Shui when I first came here. Come on, I'll bet you the first round."

Su Yang had just won a round by luck, and he was not sure, so he threw the dice in his hand casually.

Ma Yiheng also threw it.

The two dice collided on the table, changed direction and continued to roll, wobbly.

Everyone was staring at the two dice, including Su Yang.

Jingchi rolled his eyelids and called the dice rolling girl over.

The two of them said something in a low voice, and the beauty who rolled the dice took a card from Jing Chi and walked away happily stepping on her high heels.

Two seconds later, the two dice stopped one after another, Su Yang five, Ma Yiheng two, Wu Feng won.

Wu Feng jumped up happily again, he got a cheap price and acted like a good boy: "I just said that I don't want to play anymore, I have to let me play, you say you, why are you so overwhelmed!"

As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass and filled it up, and handed it to Su Yang's lips, "Come on baby, take a sip and work harder, try to kill all three of them for me tonight!"

Before the young man refused, Wu Feng couldn't help but feed the wine over.

He fed it too fast, the boy couldn't swallow it in time, the amber liquid flowed down the corner of his lips, and formed a transparent line at the chin and collarbone, tick-tock, falling on the cotton clothes to smudge one by one. .

After drinking a glass of wine, the white T-shirt on Su Yang's chest was already soaked and turned into a transparent color, revealing all the whiteness and pinkness.

Wu Feng took out two pieces of paper and handed them to Su Yang, and pressed them on his face, "Are you a kid, you still leak something after drinking?"

The young man who was forced to drink a glass of wine had watery eyes and flushed face. He glanced at Wu Feng without saying a word, and took a tissue to wipe away the wine on his chin and collarbone.

Cui's dark and light-colored amber eyes reflected the boy's embarrassed appearance, and he was even more interested. He looked at the villain in Wu Feng's eyes and knew that the other party's mind was not about winning or losing.

Cui Shen shook the square wine glass in his hand, and the transparent glass refracted and emitted colorful lights from time to time. He suggested, "I'm tired, let's play with something else. How about a big adventure?"

Ma Yiheng understood what he meant in seconds, and responded immediately, "Yes, I like simple and rude things like this!"

Wu Feng would not object even more, "Come as soon as you come, afraid of you?"

Three votes passed, Jingchi guessed that they wanted to join forces to do something bad, but he didn't object: "Whatever."

"Mr. Su, shall we come together?" Cui Shen offered an olive branch.

The pure and outrageous child sat quietly on the sofa, completely different from the radiant appearance on the stage before, and his personality was very split.

The young man shook his head lightly. He didn't know what they were playing. He was bullied by Wu Feng just once. He no longer wanted to participate in this group of people's games, but he was reluctant to leave, so he had to stay here.

He waved his hand: "No..."

"Do you need to ask? Of course he wants to be together!" Wu Feng's voice easily overwhelmed the boy's, and he wrapped his long arms around Su Yang's shoulders, embracing him in his arms, not giving him a chance to resist: "Let's start!" !"

Su Yang was so frightened that he quickly hid from his embrace.

Seeing him running away, Wu Feng grabbed him back again and asked impatiently, "Where are you going, just stay here!"

Cui Shen ignored the commotion over there, put the wine glass in his hand on the table, let the ice cubes sink and float in the amber liquid, and took out the beer bottle and the punishment device.

"Old rules. When the beer bottle is stopped, whoever the bottle mouth is pointed at is the ghost. The content on the punishment device is randomly shaken. If you shake it, you will do what you want. No credit."

Jing Chi propped his cheeks, stared casually at the things in Cui Shen's hands, and instantly understood in his heart - Su Yang was about to be bullied, and he was about to be bullied too.

These three people are working together to set him up.

Yeah, kind of vindictive.

The game has already started, and no one can say sorry with a shy face, so Jingchi can only watch them set up a trap for himself.

A second later, the mouth of the spinning beer bottle stopped in the boy's direction.

Wu Feng snatched the punishment device, with obvious excitement on his face, "Damn, you are really lucky." He shook the things in his hand, looked at Cui Shen, "Old Lin, the 'specified person' in this round I'll give it to you!"

After he finished speaking, he stopped shaking, held up the punishment device and stopped in front of Su Yang.

The boy looked at the words on it, and after a second, his face flushed red.

He shook his head hurriedly: "I, I can't..."

"No? I didn't listen to what the rules said just now, maybe, no, credit, credit!" Ma Yiheng immediately taught him a lesson, and finally asked Wu Feng: "What did you get?"

Wu Feng looked at the boy: "Say it yourself."

Su Yang blushed, took a peek at Jingchi, and said softly: "Sit on the lap of the designated person, straddle... straddle."

Ma Yiheng raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Wow!"

"Hahahahahaha, are you just saying you're lucky?!" Wu Feng laughed and turned his head to push the child away, "Go ahead, what are you doing here? Do you still want me to carry you there?"

Jingchi had known for a long time that this was a game they had set up, so he wasn't surprised.

He didn't want to embarrass Su Yang, so he calmly took the legs off the table, his dark eyes were naturally cold, but at this moment he smiled and said to the young man, "Come on."

Su Yang gritted his teeth, walked over and bowed to the person: "Excuse me, Mr. Lin." Then he stepped onto the other person's legs with a face full of heat.

After the boy sat down, Jing Chi reached out and patted his waist, "Move up a little more."

The boy with his steaming cheeks hurriedly sat up a little more at a loss.

Jing Chi felt the elastic lump of flesh on his leg, was rubbed by the opponent, and breathed out comfortably, "Phew, go on."

In the second round, Ma Yiheng was hit and took off his shirt.

As soon as the second game was over, Su Yang hurriedly climbed down and sat aside with a blushing face, quietly waiting for the start of the third game.

Cui Shen glanced at Jingchi with a half-smile, seeing that the other party didn't show much emotion, his amber eyes flickered, "Continue."

The beer bottle turned around on the table for a while, and stopped in front of Su Yang again without any surprises. Ma Yiheng handed the resulting punishment device to the astonished boy, "Remember it."

Su Yang, who was inexplicably unlucky, became ruthless and said, "Give me a hug."

Wu Feng pointed to Jingchi, "Go quickly."

This punishment is okay, not so blushing.

The boy quickly hugged Jingchi, and then started the fourth round.

The beer bottle seemed to have recognized Su Yang, and stayed in front of him again. The young man was confused and scratched his head strangely: "...Why is it always me?"

"Lucky." Cui Shen handed him the punishment device: "Shake it yourself."

The boy took a look at himself after shaking it, and read out every word seriously and nervously: "Feed the designated person a drink." There was a sense of relief on his clean face.

Ma Yiheng immediately raised his hand to grab someone: "Is it my turn?"

"What's the matter with you?" Wu Feng scoffed at him, and refused very embarrassingly: "Don't waste the opportunity."

After finishing speaking, he did not give Ma Yiheng time to argue, and said to Su Yang, "This time it's Lao Lin."

The designator was always Mr. Lin, and Su Yang also guessed that these people knew that he was interested in Lin Yan, holding a glass of wine with trembling hands, walked to Jingchi, and extended his arms to the other's lips.

Both eyes are black and bright, and there is a pity on the face: "Mr. Lin, I am in trouble."

Tsk, the voice is so fucking coquettish.

It's so coquettish that people want to die on him.

Jing Chi looked at him, but he didn't have a chance to talk for the first time. He reached out to cover the glass of wine, and said, "Did no one tell you the rules of feeding wine, kid?"

Su Yang: "Huh?"

Jingchi deliberately teased him: "Feed with your mouth."

The boy holding the wine was momentarily stunned.

Cui Shen turned his head and glanced at Jing Chi, seeing the undisguised interest on the other's face, he raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

Jing Chi hugged the young man who was holding a wine glass, took him into his arms, and continued to tease him: "Let's get started."

Su Yang finally digested the rules of feeding wine in Jingchi's mouth, and almost threw the wine glass in his hand in fright.

Seeing his sluggish appearance, Jing Chi didn't intend to force him to do anything at all, and let him go gentlemanly, with a little smile in his black eyes: "If you don't want to play, just forget it..."

Hearing this, Su Yang looked up at him, his star-like eyes were full of eagerness and determination, "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry."

The young man raised his head and took a sip of the wine, closed his eyes and leaned over to touch the corner of Jingchi's lips, and passed the wine.Action simply, without hesitation.

The young man's lips were soft and warm, like jelly, so tender that water could be squeezed out with a light pressure.

After taking a sip of wine, the boy's face was steaming, he lowered his head shyly, and put the empty glass back on the table, his red and swollen fingers trembling slightly.

Jing Chi was obviously stunned for a moment, he smacked his lips - the wine fed by the hero is so fucking sweet.

Seeing this, Ma Yiheng and Wu Feng were already crazy with joy, and whistles kept blowing from their mouths.

Cui Shen lightly licked the corner of his lips, his amber eyes swayed slightly, looking at the atmosphere between Su Yang and Jingchi, "Continue."

The next game started, and the mouth of the beer bottle pointed at the boy again. Su Yang didn't know how he could be so unlucky.

Wu Feng handed the punishment device over, his eyes were full of ill-intentioned light, and he made a smirk, "Look for yourself."

The boy looked at the words above, and gently curled his left hand tightly. He liked Mr. Lin and didn't mind such things at all, but he was afraid of causing trouble to Lin Yan: "I seem to be a little drunk, sorry..."

With a embarrassed smile, Su Yang put the punishment device aside, stood up, and bowed respectfully to them, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Wu Feng took his hand, not refusing to refuse: "Go after the punishment is honored, why worry?" He glanced at a certain part of Su Yang, and if he was really in a hurry: "Just pee here."

Su Yang was frightened by these words, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Cui Shen at the side picked up the punishment device, glanced at the content on it, and handed it to Ma Yiheng, and Ma Yiheng read aloud: "Bite for the designated person."

Wu Feng pushed the stunned young man into Jingchi's arms, and pointed his eyes somewhere, "Go baby, it's fine to bite and pee at the same time, we don't mind."

Su Yang struggled to stand up, but the opponent was too strong, and two big hands pressed him tightly like shackles, preventing him from moving.

He didn't want to behave so badly in front of Mr. Lin, but he was afraid of something.

Just when Wu Feng's face showed a little anticipation and excitement, something suddenly hit him on the head, interrupting all his ecstasy.

A man with a broad chest and a tall figure stood in front of him like a mountain, with a sullen face: "Enough."

"Not enough." Wu Feng held on to the person.

Jing Chi sneered, surrounded by dark anger, very oppressive, grasping Wu Feng's wrist, ignoring the other party's struggle and gasping, broke away from the boy, and sneered: "You don't care about this kind of thing. Want to see it too?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Feng clutched his injured wrist and frowned: "Why can't I watch it?!"

"Is it worth it? You, go home and watch the movie, you idiot."

Jing Chi gently lifted the boy up from the ground, fearing that Wu Feng might hurt him, so he didn't dare to use force.

He took Su Yang into his arms and looked at the other three, "This is my man, don't make plans with him in the future."

Ma Yiheng joked: "Yo, I'm finally willing to admit it, it's not easy, Lao Lin."

Jing Chi glanced at him coldly, with a hint of warning in his eyes: "I'm a little drunk and take someone away first, you guys continue."

After speaking, he took Su Yang and left.

Looking at the backs of the two going away, Ma Yiheng clicked his tongue twice: "Why are you staring at me, I'm the most innocent one! It's not me who was bitten!"

Wu Feng frowned: "What do you mean, if I hadn't fought back from the Jedi, do you think he would admit it? He is famous for being frigid!"

Cui Shen didn't speak, and a complex light flashed in his amber eyes.

The author has something to say: Jing Chi: Why is the wine you feed so sweet.

Su Yang: Actually, the wine I feed is not only sweet.

Jingchi: Huh?

Su Yang: ... other places are also sweet, do you want to try it?

Jingchi: Where?

Su Yang: ……………