Chapter 286 The End of the World? The European Emperor and his anonymous player boss (27)
The end of the world? The European emperor and his anonymous gamer boss (Part 27)
Lance sorted out the supplies he brought with him.
He opened no fewer treasure chests than Song Ning, but because there were fewer high-quality treasure chests, their value was slightly lower.
However, ever since he started paying attention to the trading hall, the value of the items has increased several times.
In addition to exchanging for the materials Song Ning needed, combat supplies and some seemingly useless daily necessities were his main focus of exchange.
For example, the pair of gloves he is wearing now.
The bony fingers were mostly covered by the pure black leather gloves, leaving a small space at the junction of the wrist and the palm.
The pure leather material looks low-key and restrained, but when worn on the palms favored by the Creator, it looks like some unspeakable sex toy, which makes people full of reverie and some unspeakable delusions about these hands.
Song Ning's mind now is like a newly opened dyeing factory.
He has none of black, white, blue, red, or green; his mind is filled with only yellow.
Lin Zhu’s words kept spinning in his mind, and for the first time, Song Ning felt what the devil’s whispers meant.
He hesitated for two seconds, took a deep breath and strode over.
Lance had noticed the little prince's gaze a long time ago. After all, it was hard for him to ignore the look of his fixed gaze.
The little prince walked towards him with the light behind him, but he looked confident and full of courage.
Lance couldn't help but look into the little prince's eyes, and he was lost in them as if he was captured.
He had looked into the eyes of his little prince like this more than once, but each time he had different expectations.
And every time, he would get a surprise that made him ecstatic.
Song Ning's pace gradually slowed down, but his eyes did not avoid.
He met Lance's eyes, "I forgot to mention this before, but we have another more important appointment to make."
Lance subconsciously gave a submissive smile, "You say."
Song Ning: "Since we are already teammates, there are some things that we should not hide from each other."
He took a deep breath and acted relaxed, as if he didn't care.
"I like boys, so it's okay for me to be your teammate now, but I might have a boyfriend in the future. You should have no objection to this, right?"
He immediately stared at Lance's reaction with wide eyes after he said it.
Lance's expression seemed to be one of surprise, and there was also a flash of anger.
At the end, there was a touch of deep affection that Song Ning could see clearly, "Can't that person be me?"
The deep voice was still as pleasant as ever, but Song Ning felt inexplicably sad.
He didn't know why, but deep down he didn't want to hear Lance talk like that.
So Song Ning didn't even think twice and ordered, "Lower your head."
Lance was a little disappointed when he didn't hear his reply, but he still lowered his head obediently like a tamed dog.
This makes me even more angry, Song Ning thought.
He reached out and held Lance's face, and his drooped eyes looked at him with a hint of surprise.
That's right. Song Ning held up this handsome face that infuriated both humans and gods and kissed it hard.
I couldn't help but feel distressed while kissing her.
"Why are you so unconfident when you speak? If I were like you, with long legs, handsome faces, eight-pack abs, and a nice voice, I would just come over and say 'Hi, husband'."
I wouldn't be like this guy and say, 'That person can't be me'?
It's so humble, it makes people unhappy to hear it.
Lance didn't expect the little prince to kiss him.
I never expected that I would be scolded.
But even so, he could not suppress the smile that quietly crept up the corner of his mouth, and then he kissed his beloved little prince and laughed softly with joy.
"So this is how I look to you."
No wonder his little prince had a nosebleed.
Song Ning felt a little belated regret - did he reveal something just now?
But this kiss was too sweet, he thought, so sweet that he wanted to kiss again.
And once it's exposed, won't he be able to do what he wants more legitimately after it's exposed?
"Hmm, what do you think? The first time I heard your voice, I felt that you must be my perfect match."
Song Ning seemed a little proud as he spoke. His premonition was so accurate!
"okay I know."
Lance grabbed Song Ning's fingers and kissed them, the hot temperature of his lips burning Song Ning's fingertips.
Song Ning sensed a hint of danger like a little animal and wanted to retract his hand, but Lance quickly grabbed his hand and pressed it on his cheek. Song Ning saw his expression in those lake blue eyes.
Slightly flushed cheeks, slightly rapid breathing.
There was excitement and anticipation in his eyes, without any fear or dread at all.
Am I really like this?
Song Ning didn't have time to think about it, as the delicate and dense kisses had already spread from his fingertips.
When he came to his senses, he found that Lance had his hands on his knees, his originally drooping eyebrows became flamboyant and dangerous, and two simple words that made his blood boil kept coming to his ears.
"husband."
Song Ning, who had just regained consciousness, immediately fell into despair again.
Before he completely lost his mind, his mind was filled with only one thought - this voice was just as he thought and he couldn't refuse it.
And what Lin Zhu said was right, a dish like Lance was indeed worth sleeping with, no, worth owning.
The night was long.
While all the players were either happy, skeptical, nervous or struggling with the new team-building feature, the small camp bed in the largest room in the farmhouse had been broken into pieces and became useless after a night.
The two figures lay on the thick quilt like swans embracing each other. When Song Ning woke up again, he felt fingers massaging his lower back.
He raised his head for a second in alert.
"Why do you seem so skilled?"
Lance leaned down and kissed him, his expression upright.
"If I said I wanted to do this to you a long time ago, would you think I was a bad person?"
Oh, so you practiced it in your mind, right?
Yes, although he looks very skilled, but what he did last night was something he had inspected before, and it looked like a fresh, top-notch item that had just shipped from the factory.
Song Ning lay back on his strong and firm chest in an instant and patted it with his hand.
He didn't have time to try it last night, but now he finds that it feels just as good as he imagined.
"No, because I am the same."
We are all human beings, and it is normal to be tempted by beauty.
And what Lance has done is nothing. He has thought of even more obscene things in his mind.
For example, some of the special clothing he had opened before, Song Ning only fantasized about it for three seconds, and then he found that his body, which had been drained last night, had recovered.
He looked down at the quilt in shock.
No? What's the point of you recovering? I don't need you!