The E-Sports Circle’s Toxic Assembly Camp

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He just pulled his whole body on Jing Yuanzhou like this, quietly like a pendant.

I have to say that such a picture is too familiar.

Jing Yuanzhou still remembered that when he first met, this man was led to the hotel by him with a clever face.

And then……

That period of flavorful memories, after all, couldn't continue thinking about it.

Using the mobile app to call a nearby taxi, Jing Yuanzhou dragged Lin Yan and waited on the side of the road.

It was one o'clock in the morning, and the dizzy surroundings were enveloped in the ultimate night (color).

Before I knew it, the summer had passed, and the evening wind seemed to bring a slight coolness, coming in from my neckline from time to time, scratching my skin bitterly.

Although Jing Yuanzhou is an e-sports player, because he has the habit of getting up and running every morning, he doesn't have that kind of professionally exclusive night owl (sexual xing), and I don't remember how long it has not been so late at night.

However, at this time, the body of the person who hung on his body seemed to be burning with fire, which made him completely devoid of (sleeping Shui) intention.

Lin Yan just leaned on him quietly at this time.

The slender eyelashes are hanging down obediently, and the diffuse look (color) seems to be empty, it looks blurred and there is an indescribable charm.

It makes people want to take a bite.

Jing Yuanzhou looked down, his eyes fixed on such a side face.

After a long time, he used one hand to stand up as much as possible, and the other hand tossed with difficulty for a while before dragging off the coat, covering Lin Yan's body, and unceremoniously just like this. Covered inside.

Lin Yan twisted his eyebrows slightly in a daze, wondering if he was still thinking about the "should or not" agreement just now, so he was very restrained and let him play it like this.

Jing Yuanzhou looked in his eyes and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed it gently on the head of Rua, which looked good, inevitably laughing.

Looking at what Lin Yan looked like now, he didn't know whether to say that this man's wine was good or not.

The taxi called by the app was nearby, and after a few turns, I quickly reached the intersection where the two of them were.

Jing Yuanzhou took Lin Yan into the car, adjusted a relatively comfortable posture for him, put his head on his shoulder, and reported the address of the team base to the driver.

The driver's master was quite talkative. He glanced through the rearview mirror at the stall waiting for the red street light on the road and asked with a smile, "Boyfriend?"

Lin Yan originally squinted his eyes, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly opened and declared sovereignty very domineeringly: "He is mine!"

Jing Yuanzhou couldn't laugh or cry, pushed him back into his arms, and said to the driver: "It's not the (guanguan) system for the time being."

Such an answer can be said to fully embody the art of speaking.

It's not now, doesn't mean it won't be in the future.

Green light, the car restarts.

The driver's master turned his attention to the front and nodded clearly: "Then I am not mistaken, this is just like him."

Jing Yuanzhou lowered the car window next to Lin Yantou to breathe. He paused slightly after hearing the words. After a while, the corners of his mouth floated: "Yeah, I like it."