Pancake Cart

"Accompanying wine?"

Yin Liang was standing in front of Lu Lu, a booth on the first floor of Jasmine in the Southern Kingdom, by chance.

Huang Hai went to the bathroom, and Lu Lu slowly stood up.

On the table are some anzhilian and two bottles of Bordeaux white grapes.

"What about him?" Yin Liang asked.

Lu Lu lowered his head.

"If you eat two broken oysters, do you think you are a classy person?"

Lulu made no sound.

"Isn't there a pancake cart, go home and eat pancakes!"

Yin Liang pushed him once, like pushing on cotton, he was not relieved, he pushed again, and then pushed again, until Lu Lu suddenly grabbed his hand and bit the tiger's mouth hard.

It was a real bite, and Yin Liang withdrew his hand in pain: "You motherfucker!"

Lu Lu glared at him with a pair of red eyes.

Yin Liang looked at his hands, the pink bite marks.

"If you promise, I won't be like this..."

Gently, Lu Lu said.

"Tsk," Yin Liang laughed mockingly, "It's all sleeping, what's the difference between him and me..."

He froze, what's the difference?

Lu Lu was silent.

Yin Liang blushed.

"Hey, buddy," Huang Hai came back from the bathroom, saw Yin Liang, and pretended to glance at his school uniform, "Are you from Seventh High?" Then he asked Lu Lu jealously, "What's the matter, Bao'er, do you know him?"

Yin Liang turned his head and left, he thought it was dirty.

Damn, he clenched his hands tightly, his jaw hurting.

"Fuck," Huang Hai sat down and picked up the oyster knife, "Why is this kid here?"

Lu Lu took the knife from him: "Haizi," he opened the oysters for him, smiling wildly, "Give it to the whole pancake cart, second-hand."

Huang Hai looked at him like a ghost.

Sexy soft meat, salty sea water taste, Lu Lu licked a knife: "I think there is something to be said about this."