Episode 1

akrrrr, Newcomer report! ! Hello, seniors! I just entered Uncle Fox's pit, wondering if he really loves legs?

iFox (group leader), Uncle Fox?Quin Fox was already going to be called Uncle?

akrrrr, emmmm, uh...I was 20 years old now, and Quin Fox was 34. Was it right for me to call him Uncle Fox?

iFox (group leader):. . .

akrrrr, Group owner, was he really a leg control? I think the people who had Couple with him were all with long legs over 180. Is he looking for people with long legs...

iFox (group leader), How would we know what Quin likes in that respect. Let me emphasize that there are many girls in the group who hit Couple, no matter what Couple they are, didn't fight in the group.

akrrrr, emmmm...

[I saw Quin Fox! ! ! ]

Rickey Brown typed these words, rubbed his eyes and hesitated for a moment before deleting them.

Forget it, forget it... he finally chose to turn off the phone and keep silent, first because he didn't see if the person in front of him was Quin Fox. And second, there may be no people in the Facebook group at this time. Besides, Rickey disliked the tone of the group owner's domineering and censoring fans. The most recent record in the group was two months ago. It is conceivable that Quin has few active fans, not to mention that most of the group members are Quin's Couple fans.

Rickey had just had a few beers with two friends, two depth bombs, and three cocktails. He walked out of the bar and swayed, raised his eyes and saw that the figure not far in front was somewhat familiar. Rickey didn't see clearly, and even felt vague about what clothes the other party was wearing.

Rickey didn't drink well. When he was dizzy, a voice popped up in his head: Is that his male god Quin?

No way, was it really Quin? Rickey raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his cheeks were hot, and his thoughts were unwilling.

Who was Quin? It was a male god, his god.

Rickey had been a fan of him since he was eleven and has been his only fan for eleven years. Twenty-two years old this year, Rickey's "half-life" worship had been used on Quin.

"You... go back first, I have something to do temporarily." Rickey waved at a few friends, his eyes kept glancing in the direction where the suspected male god had left.

"You drink so much, what are you going to do?"

Rickey didn't answer the conversation, and he was "warning" himself: The act of following was too immoral. How can following be something a good young man does? ? ! !

The reason said no, the body was very honest, although Rickey "refused with my heart", but...

"Okay, I've followed up."

"I can only blame the legs for being too long and not under the control of the head."

"What a shame..."

Rickey sped up while grumbling mentally.

Europe, Belgium, Bruges, a small city that has not yet undergone extensive tourism development and retained European characteristics.

Rickey studied music in Europe for four years and just graduated with the best grades. According to his musical knowledge, it was not a problem where to go for further studies.

Three months ago, Rickey was still hesitating about postgraduate application after graduation, but now he wants to return to US with all his heart, because...

This trip to Europe was a graduation trip. After the end, Rickey would say goodbye to this continent where he had lived for several years.

The day and night scenery of Bruges in summer was very different, and the antique atmosphere during the day added a layer of noisy at night. The bars in the city are full of sensuality, and the intertwined covetousness was full of dewy sentiments left by tourists.

Rickey wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a pair of gray-black wool shorts underneath. The length was above the knees, and a pair of black casual sneakers stood under her feet, looking like a youthful student. After drinking, his cheeks were slightly red in the moonlight, and his vision was blurred and he couldn't see clearly.

The suspected male god sped up a few meters ahead, then turned right.

Rickey couldn't help but follow, taking advantage of her natural long legs, and following closely every step of the way.

Soon it was another right turn...

After a few minutes, turned right again.

Wait...Turned right, turned right, turned right...

Ok? Stopped, didn't worry, waited a moment...

Why did this street corner look so familiar? Did I stand at this intersection as soon as I came out? How do I feel going in a circle? how...

"Come here." The deep and beautiful voice was a bit aggressive, like a falcon with outstretched wings, like a lion on guard.

When Rickey heard the sound, his whole body trembled. He was too familiar with this voice. Even if Quin left few interviews and interviews, most of his songs were sung by others, but who could not remember the voice of his male god?

"That...wait..." Before Rickey could speak, his whole body was surrounded by a pair of powerful arms, and he was dragged into the dark place aside.

"Where's the equipment?" The other party couldn't help but let Rickey lie on the brick wall, pushing his thighs between Rickey's legs to prevent him from moving.　

"What did you take a sneak shot?" The other party used his warm chest against Rickey's back, seemingly embracing him, but it actually made him unable to escape.

The slender and powerful fingers went down Rickey's shoulders, dropped to the waist and abdomen for a while, and then began to touch down again in the next second, thigh roots, pockets, Butt...

Wait, butt?

"Huh?" Rickey groaned in his throat, nervous and afraid to move, the alcohol he just drank rolled back and forth in his stomach, rushing directly into his head...

He smelled some faint smell of tobacco, mixed with male hormones, full of attractiveness and sexual tension.

Was it Quin? What was he doing?

Didn't...Didn't touch it...so embarrassed, went down...

on...

Can't go down...really can't...

Can go a little further...

a little bit...

"What about the equipment?"

Rickey swallowed and took a deep breath, feeling that the opponent's hand stopped on his thigh, and the look seemed to be on his...

? ? ? Was the male god peeking at my ass?

"I didn't take a sneak shot, I..." Rickey pushed the wall and turned around, turned around and was stunned. The remaining half of the sentence was stuck in her throat and could not be said.

Although this was not the first time the two met, he had never thought that he could look at Quin so close in his life.

Rickey swept across the slightly stern brow bones, followed by calm and melancholy eyes full of artist temperament. The long eyelashes made those tricks more energetic, and the deep handsome features were accompanied by the precipitation of the years, just like the gods in Greek sculptures.

It was so good, I didn’t dare to look...

Rickey quickly slid his gaze to the stiff bridge of the nose, swallowing saliva and couldn't help but look at Quin's slightly opened lips...

Why was it so sexy? Really sexy...

Calm down, why was the crotch a little tight...

"Answer me." Quin frowned slightly, this frown had even more power to reverse sentient beings in Rickey's heart.

"What?" For a moment, Rickey questioned the authenticity of the moment. After all, the alcohol was too much for him, did he have an illusion?

He raised his hand and slapped him in the face...

The hand hurt a little, it seems to be real...

"What are you doing?" Quin was startled. The boy in his early twenties in front of him trembled and was drunk...but the slap came hard, "You... are not a paparazzi? Then why are you following me?"

Quin took a step back, pulling the distance between the two of them. He was dressed in casual clothes and had an elegant posture. A single look could lift a wildfire. Quin calmly looked at Rickey who was smirking against the wall, his eyes focused on his waist and legs, "Answer me, why are you following me?"

Rickey's only remaining sanity seemed to be transformed from his consciousness, standing beside him and saying: It's too shameful, look at your crotch...

It's not my fault... Rickey swallowed her saliva, looked at Quin and said, "I want to sleep with you."

Sanity roars, ''What are you talking about? You usually don't even say a word with strangers, and dare to say anything to the male god after drinking some wine? Follow me quickly!''

"Do you know me?" Quin's eyes were wary, and his voice was wary, "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, Quin."

Sanity couldn't wait to slap Rickey, ''Don't be ashamed, you forget that Quin is a principled person, he doesn't sleep with fans!''

That's right, thanks to the reminder... Rickey smiled at reason, then looked at Quin and said nonchalantly, "But I don't fan you... I like Fred Bush, I'm his true love fan."

Who was Fred Bush? That was Quin's ex-boyfriend, also the lead singer of Quin's former band, and even a popular idol, the favorite of the entertainment industry.

Sanity slapped his face, What are you talking nonsense... Whatever you do, I'm leaving!

At the moment when Rickey was given up by reason, he felt the joy of fully releasing himself, "I want to sleep with you and spend the night in your hotel room."

Although there were not many fans of the male god, more than one can't change his status quo of not being popular.

If you can hide your fan status in order to be eligible for "pop", what else can you hesitate?

All fools knew what to do...

Was this the wrong choice?

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