the castration plan

10 minutes later, at the entrance of the pharmacy.

"You don't need to buy lubricating oil, just hand cream." Bemuir touched the back seat of the car a few times and took out a tube of ointment. "Here."

There was a little smile on his face, but his eyes were dead.

It's hard to say what Jiang Weihe's mood is, because on the surface, the other party's impatience is not because of impatience. The two of them don't even count the late-night dewy relationship. Baymuir's motive is that the prostitute wants to get off work early .

But he really wanted to sleep with Baymuir, sleeping with this Omega was worth it once in his life.

It is an unbreakable axiom of the universe that peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic.

"Come on, isn't the hand cream irritating? It's very hot and painful to apply." Jiang Weihe mainly wanted to get out of the car and enjoy the cold wind.

"Then go ahead and buy some more sets, hot ones, strawberry or watermelon flavors." Baymuir said.

Jiang Weihe hurried back.

But he didn't bring back any sex goods, but two cans of Nainoyaan spray to reduce inflammation in the mouth.

There are also two cups of fruit tea, the watermelon flavor is sold out, so he bought mango sago dew.

Baymuir stared at Alpha closely, his eyebrows were tense: "Do you have seeds?"

This snow-white nude has gone beyond the limit of sexy, making people feel that it has risen to a certain power category, and its mysterious beauty can easily dominate many knights to commit suicide for it.

Jiang Weihe was silent for a long time, as if mourning the love affair that came to his door.

He just felt that the other party's curling body was unattractive, everything was boring, ridiculously boring, maybe it came from the Virgin Mary's feelings of persuading prostitutes: "Tomorrow night there is a performance, today is too late, forget it. "

Baymuir laughed, put one hand around his messy blond hair, and slowly pushed it back.The eyes of different colors shone in the night light, three parts like a human, seven parts like a ghost.

Jiang Weihe was afraid that his lurking neurosis would strike, so he quickly found a way to evade it: "You dance with me in line."

The dance room in Jiang Weihe's house was as big as a whole floor, but the decoration was very simple and there was no air conditioner. He said it was for the pleasure of sweating.

The toes of Bemuir's bright gold high heels flickered on the ground. Facing the mirror, he pulled his grafted long hair to the front, and after finishing tidying up, he stomped and walked into the room.

"Can you change to a lower one? How much is it? Twelve or sixteen centimeters? Donkey's hooves, be careful not to drop the baby." Jiang Weihe is quite serious about entering work, but he is not completely picky from a professional point of view, " You are taller than me, what do you mean?"

"Then you can dance the girl's step for me." Bemuir took a tight step, bent his knee, and kicked.

Jiang Weihe actually has some Alpha chauvinism, but he just doesn't dare to be presumptuous in front of this Omega, or maybe he is very willing to support Bemuir's domineering happiness, but he just likes his authenticity and innocence.

"Don't mess with your wife." Jiang Weihe raised two pure black German Shepherds, and was barking at Omega. He squatted down and smiled and said to the big dogs, "Tell Mommy not to be angry."

Baymuir took a sip of Sprite. Sometimes, he seemed immature in spirit or behavior, like a child who was reluctant to swallow it in one gulp. He held it in his mouth, his left cheek swelled to his right cheek, and then he ejaculated like a fountain. Alpha said with a face: "I am your father."

Dance practice is generally to learn the movements for the first time, pick the second time, and pass the third time. Bemuir took shape in one time, and even went back to guide the teacher.

He has strong control over each of his muscles, and he stops straight after the end of a movement. His body does not shake due to inertia. Every movement is difficult, but it feels refreshing to watch him jump.

"Go down a little more here." Bemuir pressed his lower abdomen with one hand, snapped his fingers with the other hand, and turned on the voice-activated audio equipment, "This wave is extended to the end and the rebeat is stuck. Wind up, you think, The longer you screw it in front and the tighter it is, the more explosive it will be at the moment when you let go, and the whole will be full and beautiful."

"You can't slide down here. At that time, there will be a wet water curtain on the stage. The space is not that big, and there will be dry ice." Jiang Weihe nodded to the beat, "But the choreography of this song has always been a problem. I have already prepared it tomorrow. Good car accident scene."

After practicing for more than two hours, Jiang Weihe dried his face with a towel, went to the living room, and collapsed on the sofa to watch the European Cup.

"Stop practicing? It's not a performance tomorrow? How dare you?" The emperor was not in a hurry, and the eunuchs were in a hurry, Bemuir said in surprise, "You keep making mistakes, and you keep staring at the floor. You are too unconfident, carrying the coffin and dancing funeral music? "

"Let's talk about it later." As if it was too much to explain, Jiang Weihe muttered for a long time without saying anything, "I don't want to practice now."

Baymuir took the takeaway back, took out a dozen bottles of beer from the refrigerator quite familiarly, raised his eyebrows happily and full of expectation: "Why, skip with your ex?"

Jiang Weihe is not a hypocritical person, but that part of the past is really unspeakable.

He planned to make some jokes calmly, so as to hide his sadness, or slapped his legs and sighed with emotion, pouring out all kinds of empty lies from his mouth.

But Baymuir leaned on the back of the chair with his elbows, tilted his head slightly, stared at him with a pair of big oblong eyes that were shining with precious light, his eyelashes were like thick clouds of acacia trees, sweet and gentle, and his eyes had the luster of water jade like a scorpion. In the rainy summer, the faint melancholy seems to be compatible with his mood at this time.

The artist's expression management requires them to use joyful emotions to control facial muscles under the premise of some scenes that they know will be ugly. Firmness and aggressiveness are also options.

But Jiang Weihe just buried his face with his hands for a while, like a taciturn literary image.

"Well, he was a teammate of my previous debut group." Jiang Weihe rarely spoke so slowly, "He is Alpha, and I am also Alpha."

"Gay, enough material." Bemuir has no conscience and ability to be a caring brother. The next second, he cheered loudly and rolled his eyes mischievously. Then he tilted a small German flag and hung it on the On Jiang Weihe's ear.

"It's okay. I didn't think about how much money I would earn in the future. I thought it would be great to be able to go to the third line. At that time, I just wanted to dance well and find a small country to marry." Jiang Weihe looked at the TV casually, the corner of his lips With a secret mocking smile, "I believed in love back then, fuck."

"Must is your protective color." Bemuir spoke modestly, with curious and sarcastic eyes.

"But he is more ambitious. He felt that this matter between us was a drag on him. For a while, we broke up with me every three days, but I really couldn't live without him." Jiang Weihe smiled, "Later, there was a single in our company. The opportunity to fly was given to me. I told him that I have to work hard to earn enough money for marriage, so what’s wrong with being gay.”

"He said he was so happy for me, so I took it seriously, and even held a celebration party." As he spoke, he felt more and more ridiculous, "Then he gave me medicine during my susceptible period, and put it on me. Stuffing a woman under the bed, saying that he won't give him resources, so he made the video public."

Thinking of the time when he was threatened in this way by the person he loved the most that year, Jiang Weihe felt damp all over his body, as if he was in a cabin on a musty and rainy day.

After many years, this feeling is not crying, but sticky and cold.The sound of the rain was so loud, and the inner sigh became lighter and lighter, so soft that it could not be heard.

When a person is exhausted in howling, he often has such a painful sense of humor.

"That woman was a backup dancer for this song at the time. If you think the melody is weird, you're right, because it was originally a ballet tune, which feels very fairy-like. I changed it later."

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I have an unfeeling request, can you report the number of the Jiangbei Party and the Lubei Party? Blame Xiaojiang for being too confused hahahaha