"That suits me just fine."
Andrew's lips curved into a faint smile as he kissed Tony's lips.
The taste of tobacco mixed with the freshly showered scent clung to him, like some kind of catalyst.
Their bodies started to heat up.
Andrew's hand firmly, yet not harshly, gripped his neck, making him lie back on the couch, and he kissed him passionately.
His other hand wrapped around Tony's waist.
Tony gazed upward.
Upon an exquisitely refined face, a hint of watery shimmer danced in the eyes.
Tony slightly inclined his body, reaching out with a touch of impatience to clasp his wrist.
The two of them created a small distance between each other.
"Just now, your phone seemed to receive a message..."
Tony extended a hand and retrieved the phone that Andrew had casually discarded nearby.
Andrew raised his head, stealing a glance at it.
Upon seeing the displayed contacts, his gaze paused for
"Really?" Diana smirked, flipping her hair with a hint of pride. "But that move relies on the slope. I'm not sure if it'll be limited by the terrain..." Misoup contemplated for a moment. "If that's the case, Madam, I can help." "Help me? How?" Misoup produced a small wrench. "Modification." "You know how to modify vehicles?!" Excitement flickered in Diana's eyes. Goodness! Was Misoup like a little angel sent by John? She must be! Watching Diana's delighted expression, Misoup blinked her large eyes, lost in thought. Modifying the motorcycle... It's somewhat similar to modifying weapons, right? ... After finishing her training, it was already late at night. Diana hopped onto her motorcycle, feeling satisfied after parting ways with Misoup, and began her journey home. While riding halfway, a sudden pang of hunger struck her. Diana parked her motorcycle next to a convenience s
A man, dressed in a black overcoat, stepped out of the car. His skin was still exceptionally fair, yet it did nothing to diminish his commanding presence. His exquisitely handsome face held a pair of melancholic eyes, resembling a tranquil sea shimmering with moonlight. Perfect features and a noble demeanor. Like a Greek sculpture, every detail was flawlessly chiseled. Upon spotting the small figure on the steps, he spoke in a calm voice. "Kevin." "Yosef!" Kevin stood up from the steps, using his short legs to rush over and embrace Yosef's knees. Yosef glanced at him. "Are you hungry?" He hadn't eaten since morning, most likely. "Not hungry, a lady got me some sandwiches!" Kevin exclaimed. Yosef furrowed his attractive brows. "Haven't I told you that free things are often the most dangerous?" "It's not free!" Kevin looked up with sparkling eyes. "I traded something with you for these sand
Before, it had seemed like John was a Werewolf. Now, why did it feel like there was another supernatural creature right next to him?! Werewolf versus Vampire! So chilly! "It's been a while, John Matthews," Yosef remarked, resting one hand on the back of the couch behind him, speaking slowly. His voice was subdued, even carrying a touch of warmth, yet oddly laced with a hint of threat. John's gaze remained unwavering. "You sure are at ease, coming to Cloud City and daring to show up right under my nose." Yosef toyed with the bones in his pinky finger. "Could it be that you're planning to take my life in front of everyone?" "Can't say for sure," John replied in a measured tone. As his words hung in the air, the bodyguards surrounding Yosef immediately tensed. Kirin's eyes revealed a coldness, his fists involuntarily clenching. And behind John, Xavier's hand hovered over his gun, his focus intense on Yosef. A wild instinct
Soon, the three sets of matches concluded, leaving only the final group stage. As the camera switched, it scanned over the four motorcyclists poised for action. When one particular figure came into view, John's usually icy gaze faltered for a moment. Frank stared at the names of the participants above, his thoughts filled with doubts. Is the third one that Red Rose? Her physique seemed quite impressive, but compared to the several burly contestants beside her, she appeared lacking in strength. How could John have chosen her? Could it be that John has also become shallow, picking based on figure alone?! At this moment, a gunshot from the referees on the field resounded. The four motorcycles on the field shot forward like arrows released from a bow. This was the last spot for the championship contender, intensifying the atmosphere on the field. Leading the pack was a well-known female rider, "Silver Fox."
John remained steadfast, his gaze fixed on the giant screen, his expression stern. "She'll be here soon." Back on the stage. Diana crouched on her motorcycle, stealing a brief glance at the woman beside her. Following the previous group's order, she was next to the "black widow." Neither of them exchanged words, yet an unusual tension lingered between them. A sharp "bang" echoed! The referee's starting gun went off. Diana revved her engine, ready to charge forward, when she noticed the "black widow" next to her suddenly veer her front wheel! Oh no! In the blink of an eye, Diana skillfully maneuvered to avoid colliding with her tire. If she had crashed into her just now, as per the rules, she might have been penalized for intentional collision, leading to disqualification! After that brief meal, Diana instantly fell behind the other three, finding herself at the back of the group.
Yet, the next second, another roar echoed from behind her. Glancing through the rearview mirror, she saw Natalie also closing in fast! Damn it! Why had her motorbike been modified so aggressively? The two of them raced towards a bend in the road. And "Sweetie," trailing far behind, realized she was at the back and panicked. Revving her engine, she swiftly caught up, not showing any signs of slowing down on the curve. Seemingly attempting to emulate Diana from earlier, she aimed to overtake at the limit! However, such a wide curve proved challenging to handle. Midway through, she lost control, producing a piercing screech on the road. Then, she plowed forward, heading straight for the group ahead! "Oh no! Sweetie's motorbike is out of control!" The host yelled in astonishment. The target of Sweetie's motorbike was none other than Natalie, who was in third place! There was no time to evade!
A tidal wave of cheers surged, almost overwhelming Diana's eardrums."Oh my God! Oh my God! I don't know what to say! All I can say is 'Oh my God' to express how I feel!""I'm tearing up! I watched a damn women's motorcycle race and got so excited I cried!""Ah, ah, ah! No matter what, I have to get to know this Red Rose! From now on, she's my idol!""She's my idol too! Idol, please accept my admiration!"Amid the ecstatic cheers from the audience, Diana remained much more composed.Balancing on one foot, she gazed at the shredded tire, lost in thought.No wonder Misoup had repeatedly warned her back then. This move couldn't be used lightly. It had to be reserved for the critical moment, dealing a fatal blow to the opponent.So...It could only be used once...Beside her, Natalie brought her motorcycle to a halt, her expression chilling to the extreme. Her gaze flickered.She... lost? To a woman of unclear
Yosef remained silent, but his steps quickened beneath him. He headed towards the backstage resting area. Following the signs for a while, he suddenly heard a clear burst of laughter. It was hearty and melodious, like wind chimes being struck under the eaves. He instinctively halted, standing before a partially closed door. Through the gap, he peered inside. In the room, two individuals stood. One of them was the girl who had just gone up to receive an award, and the other... When he caught sight of her face, Yosef's pupils contracted for a moment. Could it really be her?! Diana?! Could it be that the "Red Rose" who had just performed on stage was actually... His gaze darkened, just as he was about to push the door open, he suddenly saw Diana reach out and remove her windbreaker. Revealing a vibrant, crimson long dress underneath. The dress, as bright as blood, clung to he