The blond man buried his head in Simon's neck and licked his Adam's apple with his tongue: "It smells good..."
Simon inserted his five fingers into Mayfair's messy hair and whispered in his ear, "... Want to bite?"
"Think."
"Then how about... Let me pass?"
"No." The man refused decisively. He paused and said, "I can't do this. I can promise you everything else."
Simon's lips suddenly raised a nasty smile, and he spoke slowly,
"Then... Call the master to listen?"
Social animal Simon woke up and found that he had entered the unlimited streaming competition [Morning and Dusk Meridian]
Others: Ah, ah, ah, help... Wait, why doesn't this ghost come after me?
Simon:…
Why the hell is this ghost staring at me? ! Don't come over here!
The paranoid madness criticizes the tea in the tea, and the waves of tea are flying up and down.
The copy is very imaginative and the logic is not very rigorous. Just take a look at it.
Intention: tentative