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Accidents and accidents collide, things just go off track, and then they are caught in the stormy sea like this.

So absurd and so coincidental, it made Alena realize that all her entanglements are meaningless, because deep in her heart she had already made a choice, and her struggle was just resisting the strange impulse and enthusiasm. Her hesitation was only because of such a state and such feelings that it was all the first time, a little bit of fear and a little timidity, so that she could not easily decide to make a decision.

But in fact, such a deviated state has already explained too many problems. In fact, they have long been unable to get rid of the vortex.

So she took action.

When Ronan left her seat and headed to the bathroom, Alena also left her position and stepped bravely.

Alena did not expect her boldness, or even recklessness. When she left her seat, her knees couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a thin layer of sweat penetrated her palms, but the beating heart drove her feet firmly. The ground sticks forward, and then comes to the bathroom like a stalker.

Alena has never done anything like this before, so that when she stood in front of the men’s bathroom, her sanity still screamed wildly:

go away! Leave leave leave!

However, the strange excitement and excitement stirred the butterfly wings in the lower abdomen, spinning like a hurricane, and became excited uncontrollably.

There is a kind of thrill of breaking taboos.

Even though Sanity is screaming, "Leaving is the wise choice", but he still stands at the door of the men's bathroom, and his heart seems to be jumping out.

Waiting makes people look forward to and irritating. To be precise, waiting makes people crazy, and then all the disturbing thoughts in my mind are all entangled.

She is really not happy—

It was not because of Tyler, she swears that she had absolutely no thoughts, no doubts about their relationship, and no sense of jealousy, but because of her own loss of control and confusion.

She doesn't like to deviate from the normal track. She also doesn't like the appearance of being nervous, nervous, scared, and frightened. She least likes her indecisive state.

Although the footsteps have always stood in place and did not leave, the excitement of expectation is also surging in the lower abdomen, but the negative thoughts have never stopped. It seems that I regret and resist every breath, the kind of wavering. The taste made Alena into a tug-of-war see-saw state.

But the moment he saw Ronan's eyes, everything was fine.

Those eyes are clear blue, as vast and deep as the Aegean Sea. The depths of the eyes are always shining with a small smile, like the sparkling waves that fall on the sea in the early summer morning, and the time is hidden in a piece of light and shadow. The stories that have settled down make people can't help but stare in a daze, just wanting to listen quietly, those wind, those waves, those slightly hot sunlight on the surface of the skin, deeply intoxicated.

She likes that Ronan's eyes always have a faint halo, revealing a little warmth, and people can't help but want to touch gently between them.

Feel the temperature of the soul truly and appropriately.

One look, all the worries, all the anxiety, all the fears...all the negative emotions will all dissolve and dissolve, it is no longer important.

Alena's eyes were focused and indulged, somewhat greedily immersed in it.

Ronan was stunned for a while, apparently he hadn't recovered from the unexpected meeting. At this time, there were countless question marks in his mind:

When did Alena arrive in Los Angeles? Because of what? Why didn't you tell yourself before? Why did you suddenly decide to say it? What is she doing here with the band members this morning? What were they talking about just now? Can he go over and say hello? Should he go over and say hello?

Why did Alena appear at the door of the men's bathroom? what's going on? Is it because of Tyler? So, should he explain the ins and outs? However, there is no sign of short messages back and forth, why are you suddenly excited now? Is there something unexpected outside?

Like... paparazzi?

Buzzing.

The rustling thoughts are surging in my mind. It is really difficult to sort out a thread in a short time. There are too many question marks to communicate but there is not enough time to sit down and start a conversation. A word also broke away from one's own imagination.

"Do you know this is a men's bathroom?"

When the words came out, Ronan's smile rose slightly, realizing the ridicule of his words; Alena's eyes also followed with a smile, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Alena nodded slightly, "I know." Then looked at Ronan, "If not, you might be in trouble."

If it’s a lady’s bathroom, Ronan’s station is...

"Ha." Ronan didn't control it. He chuckled and laughed softly. The two people's eyes closed together, and a brisk light appeared in both eyes.

Then, the line of sight entangled like this, the curvature of the corners of the mouth slowly calmed down, but no words were spoken anymore, just looking at each other’s eyes, letting the silence spread between the two people, but not feeling the embarrassment or jerky at all. On the contrary, the air is slowly warming up.

Butterflies slowly flap their wings in their chest.

It’s not because I’m unfamiliar and I’m silent, but because there are too many thoughts in my mind. The topics I want to ask about are overflowing, but they are entangled like a mess of woolen yarn. I don’t know if I should What to say is just a surging heart.

Then he settled down and calmed down between the gazes, as if the countless question marks were no longer important, but just indulged in the turbulent moment, letting my mind spread in the air, the invisible tentacles seemed to be slowly entwining. stand up.

So, it was so quiet.

The two were like fools, standing at the door of the men's bathroom, watching each other quietly, but no one spoke at UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

The scene is a bit funny.

If someone passes by or comes to the men’s bathroom at this time, and suddenly sees two mummies stiff in place, they should be frightened to incontinence on the spot, and then the headline of tomorrow’s "Los Angeles Times" will be: Two ancient Egypt discovered in a private club The mummy, "Indiana Jones" story is staged in Los Angeles!

Naturally, Ronan and Taylor's scandal should have no one's attention.

Think about it this way, it seems pretty good too.

The air is surging.

In fact, the corridor at the entrance of the club’s bathroom is spacious enough, without the slightest cramped feeling. The slightly hot air fills the air, but when two people look at each other, they seem to feel that the space is being compressed and narrowed a little bit. That sense of urgency caused the air to start to boil, and even the rhythm of breathing became chaotic.

But no one knew what was going on.

Of course, no one cares.