The Devil of the Walking Street

All his life, he has been losing.

For some, he took the initiative to let go.Some are forced to deprive.

Lan Ming did not see the 27 lives that died overnight.

But they fell in the pool of blood in different postures in the little devil's mind time and time again—this was Lan Ming's torture and punishment for himself, in order to alleviate the guilt that bound him tightly like barbed wire.

He couldn't face everyone who died innocently.

Even more unable to face, the real murderer.

Lan Ming's hand holding the water glass trembled a little. Seeing this, Swell stretched out his hand to hold the boy's ten fingers, wrapping it tightly, firm and strong.

"Thank you..." The boy's lips opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything more.

"You... how can you say that you have been losing all this time?" Swell chuckled, took down the water glass in his hand, and gently knocked it on the tea table. The man grabbed the boy's thin shoulders and forced the other party to feel a little wet The dark red eyes looked at himself: "Didn't you get me?"

"?...You..." The boy's words stopped abruptly, swallowed by the man's dry lips.

Lan Ming's eyes widened, and thousands of thoughts ran through his mind for a moment.

Swell embraced him with his right hand, forcefully forcing Lan Ming, who was leaning on his body, to stick tightly to him without leaving a gap, while his left hand rested on the top of the opponent's neck, inserting his index finger and middle finger into the smooth hair, not lightly nor heavily caressing.

The scorching breath sprayed between the narrow gap between the two, disturbing whose heartbeat.

The man raised his eyes slightly, and the lake-blue eyes caught a glimpse of the young man's dazed look at the moment. He raised the corners of his lips, and instead of letting the light kiss go deeper, he encloses Lan Ming's soft lips, biting gently. This——different from just now, this behavior was tainted with lust, causing a trace of panic to flash in the boy's eyes.

"good……"

Swell's voice was a bit muffled, the hoarseness that people who are extremely thirsty would have, but it was not as weak as their groans.

Lan Ming gritted his teeth tightly, and put his hands up to press Swell's chest, to give himself a safe distance, but Swell discovered his intention.The man grabbed the little devil's claw and twisted it behind him.

The young man was forced to straighten his waist. The man's clothes were already much bigger. Even though they were all buttoned up, Lan Ming still wore the neckline wide open, revealing his bare white skin and delicate and attractive collarbone.

Lan Ming instinctively felt that if things continued like this, the direction of the matter would no longer be under the control of the two of them, so he twisted and struggled slightly.

Swell smiled tactfully, feeling a little regretful.He let go of the boy without hesitation.

The filaments of saliva cohesively hang down around the lips of the two of them.

The breathing of both of them was a little unsteady, and the originally comfortable and warm air-conditioning wind was now unbearably hot.

The little devil wiped the man's saliva off his clothes, with a strange expression on his face, and a questioning tone: "What was that just now?"

Swell took a deep breath, suppressed the evil fire in his heart, adjusted his sitting posture, propped one hand on the sofa and replied: "Handsome archbishop—the redemption given to lost lambs."

"Oh?" The little devil just knelt and sat between the opponent's wide-open legs, lowered his head slightly, and his drooping bangs covered the dark and unclear emotions in the scarlet pupils. He glanced at the serious man through his hair. Swell, the corner of his mouth curled into an evil smile that he had never seen before.

Really like a demon.

For a moment, Swell felt that he was in a daze—even if there was an abyss that would never be restored, he would close his eyes and jump down in the face of the violent new wind.

Lan Ming's eyes shifted, and he glanced at the man's crotch.

Swell: "...Accident, accident."

Lan Ming sighed, stood up, and tidied up the clothes that had fallen down to his shoulders: "I'm going to save Qi Wei."

Swell tilted his head and asked with some interest: "Why? She has nothing to do with you. Isn't it because she feels that she has enough strength to choose revenge?"

The little devil choked, and then questioned: "There is no information you provided..."

Can she go to die?

"Hehe." Swell smiled disdainfully: "Then——can you still stand here?"

Lan Ming stopped talking.

but.

"She is Qi Yun's younger sister..." The little devil lowered his head, suppressing his deep helplessness: "You don't understand."

"Ah, of course I don't understand." Swell sneered, and from the very beginning, the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth has never let go.

Lan Ming looked down at the man sitting on the sofa: "In other words, he saved your life."

Swell: "?"

"He used to belong to a Chinese family..." The little devil picked up the two cold glasses, walked into the kitchen, emptied them, and poured a glass of hot water for the man again: "The rose in the wine glass, remember He created it."

He taught "True Light Bulb Lan Ming" how to make it without any reservations.

[Won't your family talk about you? 】

The man's expression was indifferent, but his pale face was not delicate.

【I left them long ago. 】

Adeline seemed to be jealous, she picked up Lan Ming's collar casually, and threw the little devil away from Qi Yun's face.

[Why don't you teach me?I also want to learn. 】

Qi Yun looked at Adeline tenderly, for a moment, the sweet glare from the man and woman in love nearly blinded the little devil.

【How can I allow you to send flowers to others after learning it? 】