The Rebirth of Crazy Ger

This is drunk?

Wang Jin's eyes lit up, and he wanted to push the man up to take a closer look at him, but the man leaned on his shoulder and remained motionless.

"Little brother..."

The man's hot breath sprayed on Wang Jin's neck, goosebumps stood up on the sensitive places, and there was a tingling numbness.

The numb went up through that place, making Wang Jin's entire scalp numb.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he snorted softly, "Huh?"

"Little lunatic..." The man put his arms around Wang Jin and changed his address.

Men often call him "little brother" and "little lunatic" on weekdays, but every time they call him there is always a hint of joke.

Tonight he called out differently, as if wrapped in honey, with a kind of sticky stickiness.

Obviously he had already shouted, but Wang Jin always felt that the call was still lingering in the man's heart, tossing and turning with a lingering lingering feeling, which only made people's hearts linger.

Wang Jin felt hot all over.

The man must be drunk, how can he be so sticky when he is sober.

"Ah Jin." The man changed his address again, straightened up crookedly, held Wang Jin's face with squinted eyes, looked at him for a while, and suddenly hugged Wang Jin tightly in his arms.

"mine."

As if declaring sovereignty, the man's embrace was domineering, but he looked like a child. He hugged Wang Jin tightly as if he was monopolizing the most cherished thing in his heart, for fear that others would **** it.

Wang Jin was stunned for a while, his heartbeat seemed to be echoing in his ears, making his ears ringing.

Drunk men are so nasty...

Wang Jin buried his hot face in the man's arms.

The little brother's intimate movements seemed to be a restless stone, jumping on the man's heart lake, stirring up ripples on the upper layer of the heart lake.

The man's heart was so soft that he tightened his arms, thinking that the person in his arms was the best brother in the world.

He wanted to be nice to him, to be nice to him in every possible way.

The man pulled up the little brother in his arms and led him into the house.

Then he rummaged through the house, and piled up the fruits, meat, and animal skins in every corner of the house before Wang Jin's eyes.

Wang Jingang was still throbbing, and now he was a little dazed looking at the objects piled up like a hill in front of him.

"Brother Heng, what is this?"

"Ice fruit from Xuewu Mountain, bud fruit from Poison Mist Camphor, white jade fruit from Boa Constrictor Cave, and honey, the sweet fruit you like...all for you to eat."

The man pushed a bunch of fruits towards Wang Jin.

Although I know that men always have some fruits at home, but I didn't expect there to be so many!

Although Wang Jin loves to eat fruit, but so many... piled up like a hill, he has not started to eat these things, he already feels a bit uncomfortable with his stomach bloating.

The man put out pieces of marinated tender meat again: "The tender meat of porcupine pigs, as well as the meat of mandarin pigeons and young animals are all delicious for you."

The man pushed in front of Wang Jin, and looked at Wang Jin with bright eyes, as if he was a child who wanted to praise him.

Wang Jin was already stunned from surprise.

The man spread out the folded animal skins one by one, and spread them in front of Wang Jin: "The fur of giant beasts, the leather of pigs, and the hides of velvet animals...these are all for you to wear."

"..." Wang Jin's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Seeing that everything at hand was pushed in front of Wang Jin, the man started to search around again, turning the room into a mess.

Wang Jin hurriedly returned to his senses to stop it, but the strength of the man...Wang Jin can't stop it...

After a while, the house was so chaotic that there was no place to set foot!

Wang Jin looked around with a gloomy look on his face.

He regrets it! Regret drinking to a man!

"Brother Heng..." Wang Jin pulled the man and tried to persuade him: "Don't turn around, enough is enough, I am very satisfied..."

"Not enough." The man turned his head, took Wang Jin's hand behind his back, and rubbed the delicate back of his hand with his thumb: "My little brother deserves better."

Yuan Heng said, squinting his eyes and meditating. The man looked serious and thoughtful. If it weren't for the smell of alcohol and abnormal behavior, it would be impossible to tell that he was drunk.

"There is a lake in the east through the jungle. I heard that the cod in it is the most delicious. I will catch it for you."

After all, the man is about to go out.

Wang Jin was so frightened that he quickly pulled him back.

"Are you going now?"

"Well, soon, wait for me to come back."

As far as Yuan Heng is now...Wang Jin can rest assured that he will be a ghost if he goes out.

He hurriedly held him back and said, "It's already dark... It's not safe to go out at night, and I'm full."

Yuan Heng looked at the sky, his eyes flashed with confidence.

"Don't be afraid, I'm very powerful." As he said, he raised his hand, his knuckles shrank suddenly, and the nails on his fingertips instantly turned into sharp claws, which shone coldly under the moonlight that leaked into the room.

Men have never shown such sharp and threatening claws in front of Wang Jin. This is the first time Wang Jin has seen a man's sharp weapon.

The sharp claws are as sharp as knives, and can tear the flesh of all prey... The cold light that glows is slightly white, and it has a strange beauty under the night light.

It's a pity that the sharp claw on the index finger was severed and lost a bit of neatness.

Wang Jin stepped forward to hold the hand, and the sharp claw of the index finger was severely worn off. Wang Jin knew that it was injured when the man carved the white jade hairpin for him.

His nose was astringent, and his heart was moved. Men are always like this, silently giving behind the scenes. What he wants and what he doesn't want, as long as the man thinks of it, he will find it for him.

Wang Jin ignored the sharp claws and reached out to cover them.

At the critical moment, the man withdrew his sharp claws, and used his generous hand to catch Wang Jin's overlying palm.

"Brother Heng, don't go, it's getting dark."

"..." The man held Wang Jin's hand carefully, and after carefully checking that there was no scar on it, he relaxed.