"laugh--"

All the side of the clothing line was broken.

T-shirt lifted up.

However, under the T-shirt... there is also a close-fitting white vest.

However, the light-transmitting fabric can't cover anything at all.

The milky white skin was faintly exposed to the air, and under the dim light, it was filled with a porcelain-like color.

At this moment, the "teenager" raised his eyes in the darkness, with slightly chaotic black hair, like stars' eyes, and bright red lips...

Enchanting souls.

but……

Even if you bewitch it, it is still a flat area under its collarbone that cannot be mistaken for.

Pei Sen's pupils shrank, and he was rarely stunned.

A faint light flashed through Yan Wu's eyes, and a strange look flashed across the corners of her lips.

Tsk.

Using 1 point of divine power to exchange for a temporary slut, it was a huge loss...

A thought flashed, and the feeling of pain surged in an instant.

The "Young" Lord narrowed his eyes and in the next second, he suddenly jumped up, and with his hands back, he hit the man who was still stunned like lightning.

Then, with a loud "bang" sound.

The situation reversed instantly.

Pei Sen was pushed to the bed.

Yan Wu chuckled, bent her knees, pressed her legs tightly, and pressed her tightly.

"Boss, have you had enough fun? Huh?"

As if a sigh of relief fell.

The "teenager" leaned over again, supported himself with one hand and clamped the man's jaw with the other.

Pei Sen's eyes darkened, and his pair of light amber pupils reflected the figure of "his", and under the projection of the upper light, it showed a bit of fragile confusion.

Hmm.

This feeling of bullying the seniors is really good.

From this point of view, it is still worth using 1 point of divine power?

A strong pleasure suddenly rose.

The smile of the "Young" Lord God became deeper and deeper.

Four eyes are opposite.

"He" deliberately tried hard to get his fingertips and threw down another warning.

"This kind of temptation...I hope there is no next time."

After saying that, Yan Wu immediately stopped and straightened up when she saw the good news, turned around and retreated aside.

And just as he pulled away, Pei Sen sat up and his expression had completely returned to calm.

Bathed under the smile of the "teenager" looking, he could even calmly tidy up his cuffs.

It was not until the wrinkles caused by the "fighting" returned to level that the man stood up.

"I was indeed abrupt this time."

He said, and even made a clear promise: "No next time."

Yan Wu raised her eyebrows and nodded unscrupulously.

"So... since it's okay, boss, you should go out too, right?"

"Tomorrow is the last stop in f1." Pei Sen said suddenly.

"Yes," the Lord God sighed.

"So, the night before the game, I think...we all need to take a break soon."

The tone is obvious.

"Of course." The man did not get angry, but instead curled his thin lips.

"I'm just reminding you not to forget our bet. To win me, you only have one last chance."

Hearing this, Yan Wu couldn't help but pause.

At that moment, Pei Sen suddenly stepped forward, quickly kissed the corner of the "boy's lips, and then leaned into "his"'s ears.

"If you don't try your best, do you want to lose to me on purpose?"

Everything is only in an instant.

The "Young" main god didn't even react. The man smiled and gave a question, then turned his head and walked out of the private room.

When he arrived at the door, he even "kindly" turned off the light.

The door was then closed.

Yan Wu was left in the room.

In the darkness, the "Young" main god suddenly bit the corner of his lips until he tasted the blood and then smiled brightly.

Then let's take a look.

Tomorrow, who will win who...

*

The next day, the competition at the F1 Singapore Station officially opened, which attracted countless attention.

One of the reasons is that this is the last stop of this F1 competition.
Chapter completed!