Lance was a little embarrassed because Emma's eyes were too clear and too firm. The light in her pupils seemed to mock him for fear and hesitation. The panic that suddenly invaded caught him off guard. This emotion was too strange and seemed to have never appeared since her rebirth, so that he subconsciously wanted to dodge. It is worth collecting.

He almost forgot what it feels like to be unconditional trust. Theo Ian and Gao Wen are different. From the beginning of memory, they have been sticking to each other. They have been united firmly. Today, without anyone, they may not be what they are now. That kind of trust is irreplaceable. They are his relatives. But the trust between friends and lovers is really too strange.

Everyone starts to learn from the time they learn to learn to walk, speak, live, and trust. But as time goes by, we find that things are becoming more and more complicated. After such simple and pure things are mixed with interests and integrated with life, they lose their original appearance. The older they are, the deeper they are, the fewer friends they have. Because trust is becoming more and more difficult, every step must be carefully tested. Not to mention the stranger to the friends they meet, even the lovers who know each other and fall in love can find it difficult to establish absolute trust.

After leaving Green Bay, Lance was always learning. Because in that foster family, everything was deformed and everything was dark. He had to start studying and living again like a baby toddler, and start to integrate into society again. Not only him, but Theo Ian and Gao Wen were also the same. In the cruel social life, they stumbled and found themselves again. But in Diorama, the trust bond that was finally established was completely destroyed in the face of interest/desire and greed. Even after he was swept out of the house with nothing, they were still unwilling to let go easily. Although they did not really complete the murder with their own hands, their hands were covered with blood.

Trust, this is too luxurious.

Even Chaos Pictures’ current partners, even Albert Hayden Cole...Lance has always believed that they are just cooperation of interests. If the work continues to succeed, their cooperative relationship will naturally not have any impact, but what if the work fails?

Lance had no way to easily deliver trust, or to be more precise, he refused to easily deliver trust.

However, Emma said it so easily, as if it was worthless at all, which made Lans suddenly feel embarrassed.dudu1;

Lance forced herself not to dodge, and looked at Emma's face seriously, trying to find any clues to prove that her trust was false and that his persistence was correct. The bright and clear eyes were not blocked, as if they could see the true thoughts deep in her heart. The shining light was so pure and clean that it reminded Lance of herself when she was a child. After this thought breeds, it began to spread uncontrollably, a little panic, a little confused, and a little confused.

As unprecedented as he could have felt that he was so naked. This feeling was really unfamiliar. In a trance, he seemed to have become Li Jin again and become Lancelot in his previous life. He did not like this feeling of cowardice and timidity. He hated this feeling.

Emma looked at Lance in front of her, and a hint of panic appeared in her blue eyes. His brief panic quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Lance in front of her was the alienated and cold look, regaining his usual calm and composed image of a gentleman, as if the world was destroyed and could not hurt him. She could hurt others easily and push anyone close to her far away.

But Emma knew that this was just Lance's mask, not the real him. He was like a fox walking on the thin ice, pricking up his ears and listening carefully to clues. Even if it was just a little sound, it would alarm him and then quickly escape.

This made Emma's eyes slightly hot. She raised her head, approached Lance, and impulsively kissed the lips that were tense due to anger, soft but cold, as if it was the blue ice in the Arctic Circle. Without any temperature, Emma shivered involuntarily.

This was her first kiss. She knew very early, long ago that her first kiss was retained on this man and never changed.

Lance felt the hot softness on his lips, and his brows frowned slightly. Looking at Emma in front of him, even if he closed his eyes, he could still clearly feel her nervousness and excitement. The slightly trembling eyelashes and gradually disordered breathing revealed her thoughts, but Lance did not give any response.dudu2;

However, the heartbeat that missed a beat made him feel a little uncomfortable. He grabbed Emma's shoulder, pulled her apart, and used his straightened arms to stretch the distance between the two of them, "You are confused. You must be too tired today, go back early to rest."

Lance didn't even leave any room for defense and directly reached the conclusion. His cold and indifferent tone was even colder than the night in the desert. His sharpness was enough to pierce the skin, making people feel the pain of cracking the skin. However, the blue eyes were indifferent, and they just calmly and alienatedly admired the painful scene of blood-cracking and shattering, cruel and cold-blooded.

Emma's heart was tugging in a ball, and the mixed emotions were blocking her chest, and she couldn't breathe at all. Lance tried to shake off her hands, but she firmly grabbed Lance's wide palm, and her eyes firmly faced the eyes without any emotion. "No, I'm not confused." Emma said her heart strongly. She could even clearly feel the danger bursting between Lance's eyebrows. He was using all his strength to resist her approach.

Emma not only did not retreat, but instead closed her arms and narrowed the distance between the two people again. "I like you." The words blurted out, "Lancelot-Stralo, I like you." This sentence touched the tip of her tongue and jumped out lightly. The courage burst out from joy occupied all the emotions in her heart. She widened her eyes and stared at the demon's eyes without retreating, and repeated again, "I like you."

The weight of a sentence was heavy on the chest, making people breathless.

Lance's heart shrank suddenly, but he gritted his teeth and showed a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Do you know what it means to like? You are just a child who has not grown up. What do you mean by what you say? Do you like my appearance, my talent, or my directorial identity? If I want to find flesh and blood, wave at will, and there will be a constant stream of girls willing to come to my bed/. Why should I find you..." After saying that, Lance's eyes swept down, landing meaningfully on Emma's chest, as if mocking the unpride curve.

Emma was a little embarrassed, but she still didn't retreat. She shook her head vigorously, "First, I'm already an adult, we only celebrated our birthday last month. Have you forgotten? Second, of course I like your directorship, but what I really like is you." Emma's beautiful eyes burst out with an unimaginable spirit, shining brightly in the night, making people's heart beat.dudu3;

"What I like is a man who leaves an umbrella to a strange girl in the pouring rain; what I like is a man who takes the initiative to help strangers solve problems in the coffee shop; what I like is a man who shoots more than ten times over and over for a detail; what I like is a man who sells the cast members to protect his works; what I like is a man who pushes himself to a dead end to the verge of collapse; what I like is a man who refuses to easily believe others because he is afraid of being hurt; what I like is a man who pretends to be strong and indifferent to hurt others in order to cover up his wounds; what I like is the man who is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, but constantly blaming himself for missing his brother's game. What I like is the man who is sitting in front of me and rejecting me to protect himself."

Emma said word by word, every word was so firm, bursting out with a hot and dazzling light. Suddenly, a strong wind began to blow in the desert, but Emma still looked at Lance without any movement, and her eyes were so vivid and moving in the night.

Then, Emma kissed Lance's lips again, so cold that it was not warm at all, just like a corpse. Emma used her tongue to try to warm the ice, but she didn't know how to kiss at all, and just kissed her lips in panic, hoping to awaken the other party's response.

But Emma is destined to be disappointed.

Lance did not respond at all, but just looked at her indifferently, at the clumsy and unfamiliar kissing skills, as the crystal clear tears rolled in her eyes, and then waited for her to give up dejectedly.

Emma tried to look at Lance's eyes, trying to find a touch of emotion in her eyes, even if it was just a little flashing. But the man's heart was as if invincible. His thin lips opened gently and said coldly, "But I don't like you. Although I took a picture of 'fruit hard candy', I'm not a child/child/fetish." The sharp mockery seemed to be sneering Emma's overestimation, and then Lance stood up and turned and left.

The night slowly surged, swallowing Lance's back little by little. Emma raised her hand and wiped away the tears in her eyes with the back of her hand, and shouted, "I like you, I really like you. Lancelot-Stralo, I like you!"

The thin voice shivered in the sound of the wind, and was shattered by the wind in a blink of an eye. Lance's footsteps were almost stopped, but he still straightened his back and left the desert step by step.>
Chapter completed!