Breathing is rapid, blood is running wildly, heart is bursting, sweat is flowing... The tight breath makes all physiological basic reactions completely mess up, and hormones are as colorful as the fireworks celebration on July 4th.

Lance and Keira did not fully fit, and the distance was about a fist, but the breathing of both of them could not calm down. The breathing rhythm that was so rapid that it seemed to be lacking in oxygen, and could be in a state of suffocation at all times. For a moment, all the time stopped, and the others on the dance floor around them completely disappeared, leaving only the rapid and hot breath floating in the air.

Lans grabbed Kaira's right hand and quickly left the dance floor and came to the bottom of the stairs. Then Lans kissed Kaira's lips hard. The surging fragrance completely shattered all reason. The collision of softness and hardness, the fusion of surging and restlessness, and the exchange of liquor and liquid made the burning sweat on the skin merge together. The breathing of the two people was completely entangled, as if they could be combined into one in the next second.

Kaira's reason was completely burned to pieces at this time. Her hands were down her strong shoulders, hugged her strong waist, and then slid directly in front of her, and then she began to clumsyly try to uncover the belt that was in trouble. But at this moment, Lance grabbed Kaira's hands. Kaira thought Lance was about to refuse and welcome her, so she continued to explore without hesitation, but Lance did not waver at all. She raised her hands and her lips immediately pulled away. The surging cold air made Kaira unable to react. She bumped into Lance's arms.

Kaila didn't understand Lance's actions, she thought both of them longed for each other. She looked up and looked at Lance in a daze and confused manner. Lance's cheeks were also slightly red, and the blue eyes were filled with a wave of spring and water. The flash of charm almost completely broke down. She gasped and tried to find an answer from Lance's eyes.

Lance bent down and whispered in Kaira's ear. "Don't play with fire." Then he let go of Kaira's hands, suddenly opened the distance between the two people, and resolutely turned around and left, leaving Kaira alone standing there completely at a loss.

Kaila didn't understand what was going on. Didn't everything develop well just now? Why did it suddenly stop? Why? Suddenly, there was an intermittent moan and moan behind her, which scared Kaila. She turned her head and saw a white butt. Her butt was moving violently one after another, obviously doing one of the most original movements of human beings.

Kaila was stunned for a moment, and her first reaction was to avoid her sight, but she became curious again. She couldn't help but look over again. The owner of the butt was just raised and gasped, allowing Kaila to see the whole picture. It was Jared Leto. However, it was not his girlfriend Cameron Diaz.

What's even more exaggerated is that right beside them, there are three viewers - it's not right to say that they are. Because the three of them are smoking/big/mass, the smoke makes people unable to see their faces clearly, and they just enjoy a moment of joy.

This made Kaira quickly withdraw her gaze and leave quickly.

Lance was not a saint. Of course, he refused Kaila because of his conscience, but because he did not intend to perform in front of everyone. He did not have such a hobby. He noticed that the bottom of the stairwell had been occupied, Lance forced himself to brake urgently and pulled it out.

Leaving the hall, Lance came back to the outdoors. The cold air gradually calmed down the boiling brain, but the physiological reaction was not able to calm down immediately. This forced Lance to avoid the crowd and leave the fame and fortune market before more embarrassment appeared. In fact, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, and at least half of the people had left the party and enjoyed their own private time. The people who stayed in the Sunset Tower Hotel also really began to enjoy the carnival - just like the scene under the stairwell just now.

After taking out his coat at the cloakroom on the first floor, Lance walked out of the side door. As soon as he came out, Lance saw a large group of paparazzi guarding the door. But before Lance could react, everyone rushed up. Regardless of all, they pressed the flash light first. The flash light, which was like a torrential rain, shone the night into day. Lance felt that his eyes fell into a state of darkness in an instant - not pure darkness, but countless spots flashed in the darkness. The instant blindness made the temples start to hurt.

This was the first time that Lance had received violent baptism from the flash, and he had no mental preparation at all.

After a while, the flash was calmed down, and the paparazzi realized that Lance came out alone and had no partners. This made the paparazzi disappointed and all turned around and left cursed. Oscar night without gossip was no longer called Oscar night. As for Lance's overnight fame tonight, there were naturally professional press conferences to report that the paparazzi didn't care how many gold men he had taken.

Lance was still half-blind, and could only vaguely see a group of people scattering, just like overexposed film, which made Lance both angry and funny. Although he understood that this was the norm of living under the spotlight, he still couldn't adapt.

Lance stood there for a while, and then his eyes returned to normal. He saw paparazzi scattered across the street with nothing to do, always preparing to continue to fight ambush, as if Lance was standing in front of him was completely transparent. However, Lance thought this was a good thing for such a situation. After all, being monitored by a group of people with "stealing/snobing/objectivity" for twenty-four hours is not a blessing.

Ignoring the paparazzi, Lance straight down the street and left the Sunset Tower Hotel.

Standing at the street corner and looking around, Lance realized that he did not drive out by himself at the Oscar tonight. Because he was not sure when the Oscar night ended, Percy also got off work early. So, if Lance wants to go back now, he has to take a taxi... But it is not easy to get a taxi on the streets of Los Angeles, and most of the time he has to call to make an appointment.

Looking back at the Sunset Tower Hotel behind him - he could go back to the front desk and ask the front desk manager to call a taxi. But thinking about the richness there now and the paparazzi surrounding the hotel, Lance continued to take steps. He remembered that there was a "7-11" on Sunset Avenue, not far from the Sunset Tower Hotel, and there seemed to be a Starbucks next to it, where the phone should be found.

He pulled the collar of Li Zi's coat and walked quickly across the road. There was a noise behind him. Looking back, he could see the noise at the entrance of Sunset Tower Hotel. About two, thirty movie fans surrounded the door. A figure wearing a black windbreaker was blocked from all directions. Standing on the steps, he was unable to move forward or backward. The paparazzi rushing from all directions made the scene look spectacular.

After a closer look, the man in the center of the focus seemed to be Hayden Christensen, who rose up because of the "Star Wars Prequel", a new idol representative in Hollywood. The crazy screaming fans made Hayden completely overwhelmed and in a dilemma.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, but the heat of Oscars was still boiling. At this time, there were at least hundreds of movie fans who were left at the entrance of Sunset Tower Hotel, scattered along the streets, chatting in groups of three or three, watching Hayden, who was confined to the place by fans. Then he nagged about when his idol would appear.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Lance retracted his gaze and walked over quickly, then saw the "7-11" not far away. Sure enough, his memory was correct. As he watched him approach, six or seven young people came up not far away, and the leading boy raised his chin, "Hey, man, look, my car is parked across the street, but I forgot to bring out the driver's license. Can you help buy us a dozen beer?"

Lance couldn't help but stop and looked at the young people in front of him carefully. They all looked at the most thirteen, four years old, seventh, and eighth grade. The tenderness between their eyebrows had not yet faded, but they posed as "I'm very rock" and showed their maturity.

This reminded Lance of when he and Gao Wen were young. When his adoptive father Frank always asked them to buy wine. If they didn't buy it, they would raise their hands and beat them at the least, and pick up the baseball bat at the worst. Since Theo and Ian have grown up, they have to go out to work part-time to prevent Lance and Gao Wen from going hungry, so the two little guys had to obey at home.

But the little guys are still a long way from twenty-one years old and have no way to buy wine, so they tried various methods. At first they used stealing, and he used to cover up, and Gao Wen ran wildly after stealing wine, and then he sneaked out of the back door; but once he was caught, the store beat him to a bruised face, and after that, they had to change their methods - it was the most direct way to find an adult's help, but often, they didn't have enough cash in their wallets, and in the end they could only find ways to steal in the warehouse or wine cellar, or they would sneak into the party of the rich, where the alcohol was not only free but also unlimited.

In fact, when I look back now, those memories are not only bitter, but also irreplaceable happiness. It is not because of Frank, but because of those days when I am happy in suffering and are content with happiness.

"Little guy, how old are you?" Lance raised his chin and said loudly, "Twelve? Or Thirteen?"

"Fourteen!" The little guy couldn't withstand the stimulation and retorted stubbornly, but after saying it, he regretted it. The friends behind him immediately complained, which made Lance laugh, "So, a dozen beer?"

The little guy immediately raised his head and said in a spirited manner, "Yes, just a dozen beer." He looked back excitedly at his friends, "And... can you... have another pack of cigarettes?" Lance shrugged without vetoing, and the friends behind him were immediately excited, "Another bottle of pine nuts!", "A pack of peanuts"...

Lance raised his eyebrows, "I'm not a mobile peddler." The little guys gathered their voices together, and the little guy standing in front timidly stretched out the cash in his hand, a twenty dollar bill. Lance shook his head with a smile, pushed open the tender arm, and pushed open the door of the convenience store directly.

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