"Like?" Song Ci finally withdrew his watching eyes, turned his head to look at the boy, "Where does it look like?"
The boy opened his mouth without even thinking about it, and said, "The same guy looks good on the outside, but behind his back, he is extremely powerful! Uh"
After the words were spoken, the boy realized that his words did not sound like compliments.
The boy hurriedly opened his mouth to make amends, but Song Ci had already stood up.
"Brother resignation?" The boy looked at him suspiciously.
Song Ci stepped forward with a pair of long legs, ignored his words, but walked straight to the window with a superb view of the box.
The boxes here are specially booked by the partygoers.
The box is very spacious, and the glass is floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing you to see the scenery outside very clearly.
From this angle he stood, he could directly see the outside scene at a glance.
Song Ci's eyes swept lightly, capturing a certain figure accurately.
Because of the height, the figure looked a little petite.
However, a pair of bare arms are white and conspicuous.
Because of the darkness outside, the arm was so white that it seemed to glow.
The wind blew gently, and it seemed to move the hem of the boy's clothes, revealing his white waist in a blink of an eye.
Song Ci narrowed his eyes, licked his lips slightly, and murmured: "It's eighteen"
He stared at the boy without blinking.
The young man seemed to dislike the school uniform in his hand, holding it slightly far away.
He walked for a while and came to the trash can.
He stopped by the trash can, raised his hand and threw his clothes into the trash can.
The movements were crisp and neat, without muddling, and without the slightest hesitation.
In the end, the boy didn't leave, but took out something from his pocket, wiped his hands carefully, and threw the thing that seemed to be a tissue into the trash can.
"Heh" Song Ci smiled softly, his tone was ambiguous, with a strange sense of pampering, "Little things, and cleanliness?"
After the words fell, his pupils shrank and shook a little.
The boy standing below suddenly turned around for some reason, and looked up in his direction, as if he knew he was looking at him here.
Song Ci's heart was beating violently, not because of fright, but because of excitement.
This is a very wonderful feeling.
Just when the boy discovered him, he felt his blood cells surging wildly.
He couldn't help but want to lick his fangs, and some wanted to have a few words with the boy face to face.
This is the feeling of discovering the same kind.
Although this kind, it seems a bit too young.
Mu Ran frowned, a little strange.
He obviously felt that someone was watching him, but why didn't he see anything?
The direction Mu Ran looked at was a large black window.
He didn't know that there was actually a person standing by the window watching him.
This window has two sides, the people inside can clearly see the people outside, but the people outside don't even know whether the lights inside are on or not.
Mu Ran frowned, and didn't pay attention to this.
He turned around and walked towards home.
Song Ci watched with pity as the young man's back disappeared from sight.
"Brother Ci, what are you looking at?" The boy on the sofa couldn't help being curious when he saw him standing motionless.
Song Ci turned around, walked towards the sofa with a smile on his face, that smile was as gentle as usual: "It's nothing."
He smiled softly, but possessiveness was hidden in his eyes.
He is unwilling to share the things about his youth with others. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com