immortal game

"Ah... really dedicated." Seeing this scene, the donkey smiled awkwardly and said dryly.

Sister Hao and Mr. Police were dumbfounded, and Wen Xing looked at the script with a bad complexion.

On the other hand, Yu Sheng stood aside, with the corner of his mouth curled up, raised his thumb and compared to No. 10.

"Brother Si, this outfit looks good."

The source of all this can be traced back to 6 o'clock this morning.

...

Even though Chen Mo was in the dungeon game, he still maintained the style of going to bed early and getting up early like a veteran cadre. When he woke up early in the morning, he found that his sleeping posture seemed to have changed. Chen Mo is lying on his side at this moment, facing No. 10, and his hand is placed on the other's tight waist. No. 10's body is extremely cold, even if Chen Mo's palm is warm, it still can't infect it. a cent.

At this moment, the NPC was looking at Chen Mo with open eyes and a smile.

The distance between the two is extreme.

Chen Mo couldn't feel the other party's breath at all.

"...I'm sorry." Chen Mo immediately withdrew his hand, and he, who had always slept peacefully, somehow made such an overstepping action.

The other party can be regarded as an elder anyway, although——

"Good morning." The NPC said warmly.

"Good morning." Early in the morning, Chen Mo's throat and eyes were a little dry, and some natural physiological phenomena appeared in his body.

He glanced at number 10, confessed that he was going to take a shower first, and conveniently got up and went into the bathroom.

No. 10 smiled lightly and maintained the original action, and made a goodbye gesture to Chen Mo, and soon there was the sound of water in the bathroom.

...

Chen Mo came out quickly, with water droplets on his wheat-colored skin. He put on his bathrobe neatly, and wiped his straight hair with a towel. .

From the corner of the eye, I inadvertently saw a certain NPC naked | naked, opening the closet to pick and choose.

In fact, Chen Mo has seen a lot of scenes where boys meet shirtless. When the weather gets hot, the group of roommates can't wear clothes, and even the adjacent dormitories are all wearing shorts in the corridor. swing up.

But at this moment when he suddenly saw No. 10's naked | body, Chen Mo somehow subconsciously shifted his gaze away.

Number 10 seemed to be in a good mood, picking out clothes and humming an old nursery rhyme.

Its voice was exceptionally cold, humming a song that was supposed to be cheerful and breezy, abruptly, into icy water and cold moon.

"The script describes "I" wearing a black dress today, which outlines the curves of the body vividly. But this suspender dress shows too much arms, which is not good."

Although the lines of No. 10's arms are not exaggerated and bulging, they also have a layer of well-proportioned muscles, which are usually not visible in a suit, but at this moment it looks a bit abrupt if he only wears a suspender skirt.

"Let's choose the one with sleeves." No. 10 thought seriously.

According to the requirements of the script, Chen Mo quickly chose a tight-fitting T-shirt and smoky gray jeans, and stood aside quietly watching No. 10 pick it up.

The skin color of No. 10 is very fair, but not to the point of pale or porcelain white. It belongs to the type that is considered fair among boys. Chen Mo doesn't know how to describe it, but in his heart he just feels that it is just right.

It didn't take long for No. 10 to choose a skirt. It was a black retro court style dress. The puffed sleeves well covered the curves of No. 10's arms, the tightened waistline, and the large-curved back opening. It can also highlight its figure.

No. 10 stepped into the skirt skillfully, bent over, revealing her tight buttocks and curvy slender thighs, and then slowly got up, holding up the skirt with her hands.

The shoulder and neck lines of No. 10 are smooth and stretched. At this moment, it turned its head and said softly to Chen Mo behind him: "Little Mo, come and help me close the zipper at the back."

Chen Mo: "..."

No. 10's complexion is already fair, but now he is wearing a black dress that complements his complexion even more. It has stretched its arms into the sleeves, leaving only a thin and firm back exposed, his back muscles

Still strong and symmetrical, running down the more pronounced shoulder blades and along the spine until it sinks into the triangle.

Chen Mo was once taken by his art-loving father to learn sketching and sketching for a period of time. He still remembers that when drawing the human body structure, the studio teacher described the shape of the gluteus medius and gluteus maximus muscles below the waist and back of the human body, like a butterfly spreading its wings.

Firm and full.

"Hurry up." Number 10 urged lazily again.

If a woman sends such an invitation to Chen Mo, Chen Mo can simply choose to refuse, but if the other party is a man, or even an NPC, Chen Mo is not clear about the universality of the saying of whether to give or not to kiss.

Bite the bullet and walked forward, he noticed something.

Before he realized it, Chen Mo put his broad palm on the back of the NPC in front of him, and saw a dark red tattoo-like 10 mark on No. [-]'s lower right lower back.

"What's wrong?" No. 10 asked with a smile, "That's our fuselage birthmark."

"...I'm sorry." His voice was hoarse, and Chen Mo lost his mind for a moment, so he didn't notice that although No. 10 tried his best to control it, his back trembled slightly.