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In fact, when Rachel walked into the elevator of King Power with a dissatisfaction that even he didn't know what he was dissatisfied with, he always felt that something was wrong, until halfway through the elevator, he saw a certain The prisoners on the fifth floor hugged his lover on the second floor and passed by the corridor. At this time, the red-haired king suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a mouse in his cell.
Shao Ze is bold and good at making gray creatures that he advocates putting in.
He frowned, and his blue pupils without any focus looked out through the clean glass window... Combining with the middle-level or even high-level prisoners blatantly bringing low-level prisoners to their cells, or Uncle Sparte fighting with him these days The report stated that some small high-level officials began to help newcomers use abnormal means to seize cells that did not meet their strengths and other deeds—
Rachel suddenly began to think that the people under him had become so presumptuous. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t done some work for so long that some people lost their consciousness. Well, this is of course a euphemism, and I will change it to more popular words. To put it simply: itchy skin, owe □
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When getting out of the elevator, Rachel was still thinking about it until he put his hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open. At the same time, something rushed from behind—
The sharp gaze in the red-haired man's eyes flashed past. At the same time, before the other party had time to touch him, it seemed that there were eyes growing behind his back. With the quick reaction ability that his tall body should not have, the man cleverly He sideways dodged the opponent's pounce, and before the opponent felt astonished that he had missed in time, Lei Qi grabbed the opponent's wrist without blinking, and then turned over and threw him to the ground. ground—
The opponent's back hit the ground firmly, and let out a soft cry, but this kind of cry was not so much a moan of pain, but another kind of groan that caused people to fantasize.
But Rachel didn't think about it so much, he never thought about such a complicated and wasted energy. In his world, screaming is screaming, moaning is moaning, the two cannot be combined, and it is impossible to appear at the same time——
Therefore, when the other party was humming like this, the king remembered that the other party rushed towards him. Probably some idiot with a low IQ taught him the so-called "interest". Although the ground is covered with thick carpets, even if it is When the pup was still alive, he would occasionally play the game of "I'm fucking naughty, what do you do if you have the ability to hit me, hit me, you can't hit me, hahaha" with the owner. Sometimes my paws slipped or The IQ slipped, the left leg tripped over the right leg, and a dog gnawed shit and fell to the ground, and he would also limp in pain and couldn't stand up for a long time.
Excluding the acting elements of doggy contrition, among them, there is at least a little scientific truth.
So when Rachel heard the loud sound of someone's back hitting the carpet, he was sure that being thrown to the ground like this probably... hurts.
Thinking that although Shaoze made the initiative to send it into his room, if he wanted to vent his desire, he still hoped that the other party would not whine like a little girl with tears all over his face, out of consideration for this point. , the movement of the man's hand was loose, and he slightly moved the hand that was about to kill him away from the opponent's vital point, and stood up—
Therefore, when the red-haired man lowered his head and was about to apologize for his "habitual insincerity", and saw a completely indifferent smile on the other's pretty, panting face, I have to admit that Rachel was a little surprised ——The originally pale cheeks turned a nice and seductive blush because of the fighting action just now, those green eyes seemed to be able to speak, from the bottom of the mouth in a submissive posture lying on the carpet Supreme stared at him not even for a moment!
If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be excited by such a watery gaze
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But Rachel is not an ordinary person, er, to be precise, it should be said that Rachel's brain circuit is not human.
He just got away from his body expressionlessly and motioned the other party to get up from his carpet. When the other party pouted and stood up dissatisfied that his seduction had not been responded to, he found that those who were dissatisfied were obviously dissatisfied. He's not alone—
"Why are you?" Lei Qie passed him without looking sideways, as if Ryan walked past him like air, the man was obviously not in a hurry to do anything, he even passed the coffee table, He bent down lazily and picked up a cookie from the biscuit box on the coffee table and put it in his mouth, then took a step and sat back steadily on his sofa, which was almost bigger than the bed in the prison cell on the first floor , "Where are the people in Building No. 1?"
"I don't know... probably in which trash can."
Changing from being glamorous and noble in front of everyone, Ryan, who was rejected, even showed a little smile at this moment, and followed Lei Qie. When the man sat down behind the sofa, the boy also moved neatly across a coffee table from him, He sat up steadily on the carpet, resting his chin with his arms, and said with a smile, "But I heard Reyce say that high-level people must be capable people to come."
Rachel: "..."
The smile on Ryan's face was even brighter: "Why did the weak chicken in Building No. 1 come here?"
"So?" Rachel stopped chewing the cookie, stretched out his slender fingers to lick the crumbs of the cookie, and sneered casually. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the confident face sitting behind the coffee table. The beautiful young man said calmly and slowly, "Do you think you are very qualified to come here?"
"Am I not qualified?" Ryan blinked, "I am much prettier than him."
Rachel was noncommittal.
He didn't want to ask the flaxen-haired boy in front of him where he got his confidence, because from what he knew, Ryan could indeed be said to be the most beautiful person in the Absolute Wing Pavilion so far... However, he was not interested. Stretching out his fingers, raising Erlang's legs to put himself in a comfortable posture, the man raised his hand in a relaxed manner, and tapped Ryan with his fingertips: "The smell of a killer."
Ryan didn't feel that Rachel said this sincerely from the bottom of his heart.
He even felt that the man was interested and was having sex with him—according to his past experience, it was indeed the case
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As a professional killer, he knows too well how many times he used his appearance to confuse the target and make the other party relax his vigilance when performing missions in the past. Maybe the target was like the man in front of him at first because he had seen too much beauty. However, in the end he was still sitting safely in the Absolute Wing Pavilion, wasn't he
He never fails.
Ryan never believed that anyone in this world could reject him—including the red-haired man in front of him.
Like an obedient pet, he tilted his head, left the edge of the coffee table, and put his limbs on the ground, with his small buttocks slightly upturned. Then, the boy with a pretty face blew out a breath, blowing away the cover With his green eyes and hair, and in a posture that would never threaten anyone—even completely exposing his fatal point, he slowly walked around the coffee table and crawled to Rachel's legs.
Obediently put his chin on the motionless man's leg from head to tail, and the pair of white hands also gently, as if tentatively, covered the wheat-colored arm that was casually placed beside the sofa, as a man When he lowered his head and looked at him without any emotion with those blue eyes like the most beautiful glass beads in the world, Ryan smiled and said softly: "You must be curious why I appear it's here?"
"No," Rachel said succinctly and mercilessly, "On the contrary, I'm not interested at all."
A rhythm of doing what you want to do and rolling fast.
Slightly stunned, a trace of surprise flashed in Ryan's eyes. However, it was only for a moment. In fact, he returned the calm smile to his eyes as quickly as possible. When he closed his eyes, he was born a beauty that day. The growing eyelashes were long and curly. He slowly approached the man's lower body, then stretched out his small tongue, and carefully licked the man's genitals through his pants.
Then, as if asking for advice, he looked up at Rachel... As he did so, a long thin silver thread pulled away from his mouth, and snapped—
Rachel raised her eyebrows, and for some reason, she suddenly thought of the kiss with the blindfolded newcomer in the bathroom that day, when he left the red and swollen lips that he gnawed, it was the same From his lips slipped a thread of silver that hadn't broken in time—
The man remembers that at that time, he really had desire.
When he fell into this recollection, he even lost his mind in a grandiose manner and directly ignored the young man who was working hard under him, without refusing or urging—
But it was accepted by the other party
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When he felt that Rachel's body responded, Ryan was a little disappointed with this easy success, but excited that he had caught such an excellent prey, so the tip of his snake-like tongue left the man's lower body, cold The little hand got in from the hem of the man's shirt, and went all the way up the perfect chest with that hand. He raised his head and approached Rachel—
Breathing out like blue, panting slowly and ambiguously, the young man's slightly moist lips slowly moved close to the man's tight thin lips, the distance was getting closer and closer, until he was about to declare success——
"Snapped!"
With a loud sound, everything changed at that moment, the two bodies that were almost sticking together suddenly pulled apart, and the tea table was hit by a black shadow and moved on the carpet. There was a harsh sound, and with the muffled sound of biscuit boxes and cups on the coffee table falling to the carpet, the boy was blown away like a kite that had lost its string—
Accompanied by a solid groan, Ryan slammed his back against the shelf in the man's room. The original documents fell mercilessly like a rainstorm, and the sharp and heavy books hit his back, shoulders, and even his face. superior-
Every time, it seemed that someone was slapping his face alive.
Even though he's been treated that way.
My heart went from bewildered to angry, and finally from angry to unbelievable.
At that moment, the young man, who had never been hit like this before, covered his face. His eyes turned black, and he quickly felt the skin on his face under his palms become red and swollen. When he tasted a trace of blood from the corner of his lips with difficulty, he held onto the bookshelf Edge, stood up slowly and with difficulty, raised his head, and accidentally looked into a pair of cold pupils.
Without a trace of emotion, without any passion, the deep sea is so cold that there is no warmth at all.
"Suddenly I don't want to do it anymore." The man slightly raised his thin lips, showed a mocking smile, and said in a monkey-like manner, "It's been hard work so hard, but unfortunately I'm not interested in the people in Building No. 3, goodbye. "
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