The E-Sports Circle’s Toxic Assembly Camp

Lin Yan is really at peace.

He just pulled his whole body on Jing Yuanzhou like this, quietly like a pendant.

I have to say that such a picture is too familiar.

Jing Yuanzhou still remembered that when he first met, this man was led to the hotel by him with a clever face.

And then……

That period of flavorful memories, after all, couldn't continue thinking about it.

Using the mobile app to call a nearby taxi, Jing Yuanzhou dragged Lin Yan and waited on the side of the road.

It was one o'clock in the morning, and the dizzy surroundings were enveloped in the ultimate night (color).

Before I knew it, the summer had passed, and the evening wind seemed to bring a slight coolness, coming in from the neckline from time to time, scratching my skin bitterly.

Although Jing Yuanzhou is an e-sports player, because he has the habit of getting up and running every morning, he doesn't have that kind of professionally exclusive night owl (sexual xing), and I don't remember how long it has not been so late at night.

However, at this time, the body of the person who hung on his body seemed to be burning with a fire, making him completely devoid of (sleeping Shui) intention.

Lin Yan just leaned on him quietly at this time.

The slender eyelashes are hanging down obediently, and the diffuse look (color) seems to be empty, it looks blurred and there is an indescribable charm.

It makes people want to take a bite.

Jing Yuanzhou looked down, his eyes fixed on such a side face.

After a long time, he used one hand to stand up as much as possible. The other hand tossed with difficulty for a while before he dragged the jacket off Lin Yan's body, and unceremoniously just like that. Covered inside.

Lin Yan twisted his eyebrows slightly in a daze, and didn't know if he was still thinking about the "should or not" agreement just now, so he was so restrained that he was playing around like this.

Jing Yuanzhou saw it in his eyes, couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed it gently on the head that looked good rua, inevitably laughing.

Looking at what Lin Yan looked like now, he didn't know whether to say that this man's wine was good or not.

The taxi called by the app was nearby, and after a few turns, I quickly reached the intersection where the two of them were.

Jing Yuanzhou got Lin Yan into the car, adjusted a relatively comfortable posture for him, put his head on his shoulder, and reported the address of the team base to the driver.

The driver's master was quite talkative. He glanced through the rearview mirror at the stall waiting for the red street light on the road and asked with a smile, "Boyfriend?"

Lin Yan originally squinted his eyes, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly opened and declared his sovereignty very domineeringly: "He is mine!"

Jing Yuanzhou couldn't laugh or cry, pushed him back into his arms, and said to the driver: "It's not the kind of (guanguan) system yet."

Such an answer can be said to fully embody the art of speaking.

It's not now, doesn't mean it won't be in the future.

Green light, the car restarts.

The driver's master turned his attention to the front and nodded clearly: "Then I am not mistaken, this is just like him."

Jing Yuanzhou lowered the car window next to Lin Yantou to breathe. After hearing the words, he paused slightly. After a while, the corners of his mouth floated: "Yeah, I like it."