The excitement here aroused hostility from the handsome muscular guy on the stage. The handsome guy put down the little girl in his arms and provocatively showed them the muscles of his arms, deliberately pulling up his clothes to show off his abdominal muscles.
His eyes turned around on the group of people, feeling that each of these people was a little threatening.
This is too vulgar.
After the exposure, he didn't feel it. Astra glanced at him critically, feeling that he could beat him every minute.
Sexy, what is sexy, and I learnt well with Wen, and he can't look away when he is wrapped in clothes.
Wen over there, had already obtained the website and threw it away when it was used up. A few words flicked the big brother who provided the website by friendship to the side. He didn't mention the photo of him and Astra at all.
Astra quietly walked to him, "What are you looking at."
Suddenly, the light brain screen shook violently, and Wen took his hand back with a natural expression, "checking Shi Chengxing's information."
I just took a quick look at the pictures on the top...
All are one man and one woman.
The expression naturally hides iron blue.
"We let Simon go up and compare with him, who has bigger muscles," Astra, "one arm can crush the other person."
"The game is not compared to whose muscles are bigger," the people in the picture are entangled with each other, and there shouldn't be too many things on their chests that look dazzling. "It's compared to hormones."
His tone was gloomy, and Astra looked at him one after another, the protagonist's heart needles, who offended the protagonist again?
Wen is still thinking about the picture he saw just now.
The protagonists in it are him and Astra. Apart from the hot picture, Wen feels more jealous and empty.
He is a man, and Astra is also a man, destined to be unable to enter each other, and can only get the experience of enjoyment from intimate touch.
But he was really...sucked so good...
Astra pulled him, and as soon as his warm hand touched Wen, an electrical sensation was generated at the fingertips of both of them, and the skin was numb.
"Let me shake hands." Wen coaxed.
The brothers were in front of him, surrounded by people. Astra pulled his wrist and refused, "Everyone is watching."
He stretched out his little finger and hooked the palm of Wen's hand, "I'll hold this for you."
Wen's pinky reached up, but he felt that this gesture made him feel more ambiguous and heart-warming than holding hands openly.
The big hand held the little hand. Simon and the others did not notice this detail. After seeing them come back, they said: "Zhangxing, you go!"
Such a good popularity need not be in vain.
The muscular men on the stage watched them not come up for a long time, thinking they were scared, and just about to choose another female audience to hold and squat up, Astra was surrounded by his teammates on stage.
The muscular man became vigilant and smiled, "Welcome to compare with me."
Astra's height is not inferior to him, but his muscles are of the introverted type. He shows flesh when he is undressed and dressed in clothes. When he stands next to a muscular man, he looks much slender.
He has his own popularity. When he came on stage, many women recognized him, and the chattering discussion broke out. Eight of the ten sentences were related to Roax.
Astra really didn't plan to show his muscles. "If you don't have more muscles than you, I want to be more handsome than you."
The audience below, "Wow!"
"Better than!" It's not too much to watch the excitement.
The muscular man poses in his most handsome pose and poses to the beauties below, "Shall we start now?"
"So many are not challenging," Astra grinned with a very sunny grin, and said sincerely, "So handsome to make the same **** feel handsome is really handsome. Don't let these beautiful ladies participate in the competition. The men present decide ours. What do you think of winning or losing and the ownership of that stone?"
He finally looked at the host. The host was very interested. This is a very novel idea, "Of course you can. Your proposal is great."
There were not many men present, and the Dream Team accounted for five. Wen cast the last vote and teased him, "Do you think you are handsome?"
The muscular man next door was reporting Astra cheating with the host.
"You said I was handsome before," Astra flirted with him, "With your encouragement, of course I feel that I am the most handsome."
He squatted on the edge of the stage, the squatting posture made him bold, the focus was bulging, and Wen's achievements were squeezed between his legs.
The condescending sight made Wen faintly excited.
He catered to Astra's angle, deliberately propped his hands on the edge of the stage, bent over, and his neckline just opened up a piece of space.
Astra could see the faint peach tip from his neckline all the way down.
It was red and swollen, and he couldn't see clearly, but when Astra wanted to take a closer look, he changed his posture again, completely covering the tip of the peach.
Astra's gaze couldn't help but penetrate into his neckline, drilling deeper and deeper, almost unable to get out.
Wen smiled with satisfaction. He put the card with the number of votes given to him by the host in Astra's hand, and finally satisfied Astra's sight, and specifically lowered his body so that he could see enough. One minute.
This male protagonist is too shameless.
He still knows how to put his arms around his chest, either covering one side, or showing the other side, just to prevent Astra from seeing it completely.
There is no doubt about the result of the voting. Astra won with his teammates. When the host gave him the stone, he said: "This way of winning or losing is interesting. It's really interesting. I'll try this method next time."
Astra took the stone and threw it to Linus. Just as he was about to say a few words to the host, he saw a familiar person walking out of the crowd, and he flashed by in shock, pretending to be calm and unwavering.
"Boss," the host respectfully, "you are here."
The person who came with a friendly smile, thin and tall, smiled deeper when he saw Astra, "Hang the guest? Long time no see."
This person is the owner of the auction house.
Astra thundered this name, but he became more calm, "It turned out to be you, no wonder you are so generous."
No need to test, this stone must be real.
"This gentleman was there." The auction house owner looked at Wen.
Wen smiled faintly, and looked at each other with Astra, knowing that we should be cautious.
"Why is he called Zhuangxing Dahang?" The teammates carefully whispered to Wen, "What does Dahang mean?"
"Lively and cute," Wen looked back with a strange frown, "Are you all from the Big Dipper, don't you know what that means?"
"It may be the language of the Big Dipper," Ji Yu asked in a low voice, "Is this boss you met at the auction house before? It doesn't seem simple."
Wen nodded, his eyes gloomy.
It was not simple that it shattered the mental power that invaded his mind.
There are few people who can crush Wen into mental power, and there must be someone on the top of the auction house owner.
The auction house owner smiled and said, "Last time I wanted to give Mr. Dahang a gift, why did you leave first?"
He looked around, "I remember there was a child who followed you last time."
Astra smiled, "Let's do it, boss, we'll leave if we are okay, busy."
"Don't worry," the auction house owner, "I finally saw you again this time. The last time you were scared, I have not compensated for this accident."
He took out a stack of admission tickets from his arms, drew out six of them and handed them to Astra. The atmosphere was deadlocked for less than four seconds, and Astra reached out and took it.
"Tomorrow night," the auction house owner smiled meaningfully, "tomorrow night's auction has many interesting things, you may be interested in it."
"Warther's opponent," he smiled more weirdly, "Mr. Hanging, looking forward to seeing you."
He left after speaking, and Astra frowned while holding the admission ticket.
Wen took it over and took a look. The admission ticket this time was quite different from the previous ones. There were several auction items printed on the back, and there was a mysterious item at the end.
"Are you going?" Astra, "it may be a trap or an opportunity."
Wen turned over the card and made a decisive decision, "Go."
Astra expected that as long as it was about mystery items, Wen would not let go of the chance that it was NK-03, even if there were only two bottles in the world.
When reading the book, Astra wanted to know what Wen became so persistent for NK-03. After all, the benefits brought by him only need to be accepted. Only when he has contacted Wen, he will know that it is only the protagonist's possessiveness.
"I have used it, so even if the other bottle is destroyed, no one is allowed to use it."
Such an idea is the goal of Wen.
Even if he doesn't use another bottle of NK-03, he will definitely not allow others to use it.
If other people were of this character, Astra would not have any good feelings at all. But seeing Wen become successful, Astra feels that this character is very emotional.
It's as sensational as the way he hooks up with him.
After shopping, a few people returned. As soon as they returned to school, Linus ran to the laboratory with a stone to do research.
The rest are ready to sleep.
When the room was completely quiet, Wen leaned on the bed and turned on the light brain solemnly.
I clicked into the website and quickly browsed through it.
All, all of them, are sex-transformed versions.
The screen full of "Roax red lips", "Roax's white legs" and "Roax's big breasts," the real Roax face turned black.
Jealous jealous jealous jealousy.
A woman can have **** with Astra, what can he have with Astra?
Damn... he probably can only rub against Astra.
He was so attentive that he didn't even notice that there was a cloud of silver-white mental power under the headrest of the bed peeping at him.
This group of spiritual power simultaneously conveys the perspective and touch to the owner.
Astra turned his back to Wen, his breathing was gentle, as if he was asleep.
He "looked" to the website of Wen, and the content and pictures on it were very clear.
Ha, the sex-transformed version of Roax?
And the sexually converted version of Astra?
The protagonist of Mensao got the website address unexpectedly.
Astra followed enthusiastically and "looked" down, but after four or five minutes passed, the light-brained screen remained motionless.
The small group under the pillow quietly moved forward, shifting perspective.
Astra held his breath for a moment when he aimed at Wen.
Wen pushed the clothes into a ball.
On top of the flat tank, the well-knotted hands were violently pulling at the poor pomegranate seeds.
Zi'er was pulled out a centimeter away and bounced back abruptly, but Wen became expressionless and even frowned slightly. Obviously, he was just killing time, or just exploring the body caused by jealousy.
But I didn't feel happy from it.
Wen has used a lot of strength, and the tortured cutie is even more pitiful, but he is dissatisfied and increasingly irritable.
Why don't you feel it?
The intensity is great, but boring, just like decorations, it has no effect at all.
Soon, the pomegranate seeds were embarrassed by his own torture.
"hateful…"
Wen cursed lowly.
Astra's sheets were about to be ripped apart by him, creases one after another, and couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly opened the quilt and got out of the bed, and ran into the bathroom with a dry breath.
The sound of the water sounded, and Wen quickly tidied his clothes, but after he was finished, the emptiness in his heart became even greater after the person woke up.
Is this the feeling of crush?
Want to fill the other party's lips and tongue at any time?
…Oh shit.
He should feel this way.
Wen covered his face and covered his white hands with his black hair, but he was about to move, lest his desire frightened the young children.
Find a reason.
Have to find a reason.