Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Duan Jingyan sneaked into the Xianjian sect. He was blinded by the colorful light in the courtyard. The colorful Pearl was a decoration he threw away at will in the magic palace.

Standing in the middle of the youth, surrounded by a group of people, he took off the black thing on the bridge of his nose and made a strange gesture to the crowd.

Duan Jingyan is hidden in the dark, and his eyes are firmly fixed on him. His waist is as flexible as a willow swinging with the wind. Every movement he makes is so strange that it is totally different from the dance he has ever seen.

Even the music used for dancing was too. He couldn't understand many words in it.

Lin Jinan was sweating profusely. He said, "I haven't played such a exciting thing for a long time. I've almost forgotten how to write the word" trampi. "

Disco is something that requires a lot of people to have an atmosphere. When new people start playing, they are very restrained, but the more they go to the back, the more excited they will be.

Ji Shuang is still in the middle of his mind. He pulls the sleeve of the boy. "Little brother, I still want to play again."

Lin Jinan shook his head with a smile. His eyes crossed the crowd. He seemed to take a look at a corner. "Second elder martial brother, we'll meet again when we have time next time. Everyone is tired. It's time to go back and have a rest."

Zhang Ziqi had already returned to the room, his face was ruddy, and his excited nerves had not yet completely calmed down. After tonight, his image in the hearts of his younger students may have changed.

Ji Shuang turned her head and looked at the people with tired faces on her face. She could only give up, "OK, OK, let's call it a day. Let's all go back."

After seeing off the disciples, Lin Jinan yawned, cleaned up the mess in the yard and walked slowly towards the room.

In bed, someone has been waiting for a long time.

"It was a nice twist." Duan Jingyan sat on the edge of the bed with his hands up, his eyes darkened.

Lin Jinan walked up to the man, stretched out his finger to scratch the man's chin, "how long has it been in?"

"A cup of tea." Duan Jingyan tolerated the feeling of missing for several days. At the moment when he saw the youth, he was like a volcano erupting.

Lin Jinan's center of gravity is unstable and falls into the arms of a man.

"I miss you, you heartless bad monk, have you ever read me here?" Fingers, flexibly stripped off the young man's clothes, rowed to his chest.

There is a beating heart on the surface. He can easily cut his skin with just a stroke.

Lin Jinan shuddered. He looked at the man's appearance and thought of the description of sick Jiao in the book.

"Yes." Lin Ji Nan a shiver, then took hold of the man's hand, grasp very tightly.

Duan Jingyan's desire to eat meat is strong, and an action will suppress the juvenile.

Zhang Ziqi and Ji Shuang, next door, heard strange sounds in the middle of the night, but no one got up to check. After a night of dancing, they were very tired mentally. They didn't even meditate at night.

Lin Jinan's cheeks are red. The demons really know how to play!