the castration plan

"Come on, Xiaolu." Lu He opened the car door for him gracefully and gracefully, took off his coat and hung it on his arm, ready to put it on for him.

But Baymuir yanked hard and closed it again.

With menacing strong dissatisfaction, he sat as firmly as a mountain, but every hair on his head stood up in protest.

After a long time, the car window slowly came down a small crack, and he bestowed a small step the size of a little finger, once in a thousand years.

"You can go to the amusement park at any time." Lu He blocked the half-open car window with his body to prevent the cold wind from leaking in, and said patiently, "It's not that I don't want to accompany you, but you have a low fever and the seaside is very humid. You can't get cold anymore."

In Lu He's view, this kind of death behavior is tantamount to going to disco in the late stage of cancer.

Bemuir said confidently: "This is a special event for New Year's Eve! If you don't go today, there will be no more! There will be no more in the future!"

He thinks this way all the time, just because there is a sign on the side of the road saying: rock party, colorful grand parade, world-class rides are all tonight, so he has to go.

"I will definitely go with you next year, okay?" Lu He smiled and coaxed him comfortingly, "I will go every year from now on."

"No, I'm going to die tomorrow. Why don't you understand that I'm going to die anytime? I'm really going to die. I don't want to die next to you." Bemuir stepped on his slush-stained shoes on the leather Sitting on the seat, holding his knees with his hands, he buried his face and said.

He wandered between the poles of pain and sweetness like masochism, and he was depressed in the loneliest grave in the depths of his soul.

But from the level of intelligence and cognition of ordinary people, the person in front of him is definitely a nuisance, a rogue in bold capital letters.

Even through the lover's filter, he is a very annoying little naughty, purely nonsensical.

In fact, Lu He has been calmly maintaining a very graceful doting, but hearing his crow's mouth like this, he also raised his voice: "Don't talk nonsense during the New Year, come down."

In desperation, Lu He opened the car door, leaned in, supported his legs with his hands, and was about to grab him out.

Baimuer slapped him in the face, barging his teeth and claws to drive the enemy from his territory.

This is a bustling downtown residential area, there are already scattered pedestrians looking here, and they should be suspicious of child trafficking.

When Lu He was at his wit's end, a head popped out quietly.

Baymuir clasped his hands on the crack of the car window, holding his fleshy face that was slightly squeezed on the back of his hand, with the innocence of a small animal, and the tip of his nose was as innocent as a young deer in the forest: "Oops Yes, I really have a fever."

Lu He immediately reached out to touch his forehead.

But Baymuir wriggled in his palm, with a delicate movement full of radiant loveliness, as if he had put the shaggy head on his lap before.

Belmuir melted like a small piece of white cream in the warm and generous palm, and he was confused: "Touch it, where is it hot? Just once, please, brother, Mr. Lu, you are so kind to me. The best..."

It was too much like a kitten with its belly spread out, before Alpha felt the pain of scratching its paws, it was already licking each other with its delicate little tongue.

He even tempted Lu He to wrap his palm around the back of his neck and fondle the fragile glands.

However, in the end, Lu He only rubbed his soft ears twice before giving a definite denial.On issues of principle, he has always maintained a deep-rooted tough attitude.

Baymuir snorted softly, and then struggled from the co-pilot to the driver's seat, insisting on the last tenacious resistance.

After going around in a circle, Lu He went to open the door in a good voice.

But this time Bemuir was very docile, before his toes touched the ground, he plunged into Lu He's chest, even the strongest Alpha was almost staggered by him.

Like a coincidence, the fragrant lips touched Lu He's chin, and the tip of the tongue brushed gently against the jaw, and slid over, leaving a fresh tooth mark.

"This will make it warm." Bemuir buried his chest like an ostrich, rubbing the straight and elegant suit vest into wrinkles, and his childish tone became more delicate.

The subtlety of coquetry and childishness is actually difficult for the elderly to grasp—they may even worry that their responses will be stained with the filthy color of the adult world, and excessively make this little angel who is late in the sexual enlightenment period feel disgusted and frightened. flinch back.

Lu He couldn't help raising his hand and hugged his waist, his eyes were quite lively and hot.

Baymuir looked at him sweetly and affectionately, and then, as if licking off the white milk foam floating on the edge of his lips, he stretched out a little red and pointed tongue, and licked and wiped his upper lip.

But he changed his mind midway and pushed Alpha when he bent down, his shy eyes were like a pure and unapproachable little fairy.

Push, but not force.Immediately, he circled his neck with his hands again, and slightly parted his lips that contained rich and seductive dew.

Jingle Bell.

Lu He's pocket made a series of noises.

"If I don't want to go, I'll go by myself." Bemuir wrapped the car key around his finger and twirled it happily, revealing a row of white teeth happily.

Scheming little villain!

Baymuir drove on a rampage and enjoyed a road carnival to death metal music.

Just after passing the ticket gate, Bemuir just let go.

The huge crowds on New Year's Eve are not a cover, Lu He took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact, but found that the other party ran simply and neatly, without bringing anything.

Fortunately, Baymuir's beauty is explosive, and there is no doubt that he is gorgeous, and the direction of passers-by's attention is the best guide.

Everyone went to the seaside fireworks display, and the roller coaster was empty.

The conductor saw Bemuir alone from a distance, slouching on the seat: "Let's go, don't drive alone."

And Bemuir raised the brim of his hat a little bit, revealing half a face with distinct Caucasian ancestry, the high porcelain turquoise eyes are extremely charming, with a slightly fluorescent blue, tender and clear as if they are about to flow out, It's too easy to fall in love with at first sight.

He knows what his weapons are all too well, unscrupulously blooming charm, and can easily capture the hearts of creatures of all genders.

"Can't you be alone?" Bemuir actually saw Lu He coming, so he raised his hips even more, and sat on the window in a coquettish manner, like a cheerful and depraved girl, inviting strangers to touch him body, only half a nickel is required in return.

He smiled silently, silently, and motionlessly, while all the staff at the scene stood up inexplicably, as if led and summoned by the power of a witch.

Baymuir deliberately raised his voice: "Then... can anyone accompany me tonight?"

After a chaotic commotion, the men rubbed the corners of their clothes with their palms, and looked down on each other with unspeakable emotions.

"It's just me and him." Lu He said with a cold face, "Thirty tickets, let's open them."

This is an euthanasia roller coaster designed by a Lithuanian artist. It has seven loops. The continuous rotating giant loop train takes passengers up to a height of 687 meters, and then quickly dives into the sea below 343 meters.

Theoretically speaking, after two cycles, the human brain will start to stop functioning due to insufficient oxygen supply, and the last five cycles are to ensure that these people will definitely die.

Bemuir was so excited by the thrill of going up to the ground that he kept spinning and jumping when he got home.The way he shook his head had a ballet charm, but he swung his arms wildly, and finally wrapped around Lu He.

"Why are you ignoring me again? You're angry." Bemuir stared at him like he was drunk, and raised his face with a triumphant smile, "You're jealous."

The corners of Lu He's mouth curled up coldly, without saying a word, he just restrained his bluffing hands and feet.

"Aren't you jealous?" Bemuir groaned, turned around and left, "Then I'll go find someone else to play with."

A whirlwind.

Lu He pressed him against the wall.

Extreme sports make people return to primitive impulses, their self-control is pushed to the limit, and the pure and absolute possessiveness makes people crazy.

Alpha's palms slid dangerously across the opponent's back from the waist up, with a slightly rude but manly tone: "Say it again."