Hua Long was very satisfied with Gu Lang's perky buttocks, while Gu Lang himself was already teetering on the brink of an emotional outburst.

Where did this drunkard come from? Can't he avoid it at all?

When Gu Lang's mood had already plummeted to freezing point, Hua Long sniffed the faint cold fragrance on him and raised his head from Gu Lang's embrace. His face turned rosy, with a slight hint of shyness, "Good... good... amazing!"

Damn, you big-headed ghost! Gu Lang really wanted to give him a disdainful look, but in order to maintain his aloof image, he could only watch the drunkard with an expression of anticipation on his face.

The pompous behavior of Hua Long made Gu Lang's entire body covered in goosebumps, and he pushed Hua Long away with great disgust. He patted himself, trying to get rid of the discomfort caused by Hua Long's touch.

It's really unlucky. I just went to a bar and encountered a drunken fool who couldn't keep their hands to themselves. They took advantage of the chaos and touched me.

Gu Lang felt that his encounters today were unbelievably unlucky. In the morning, he encountered a perverted man in the restroom, and in the evening at the bar, he even had his butt groped by a drunkard. He didn't believe for a second that the drunkard's actions were unintentional.

Gu Lang's anger made his eyelashes droop, his dark pupils staring coldly at the man in front of him, whose face he couldn't see clearly because of the strong light shining from behind him, as he recklessly acted up.

Hua Long closed his eyes and pretended to act crazy, leaning towards Gu Lang. He held onto Gu Lang's arm and wouldn't let go. The staff nearby who couldn't bear watching wanted to come and rescue the boss, but they were all pushed aside by Hua Long's brute force.

Hua Long's hands roamed on Gu Lang's strong, muscular arms, secretly feeling the beautiful hand that he couldn't bear to let go of.

Gu Lang's fingers were slender with smooth and rounded fingertips. They felt warm, hot, and soft to the touch. Hua Long couldn't bear to let go as soon as he touched them. In an instant, his legs couldn't help but bend down.

Within Gu Lang's field of vision, the drunken man supported himself with his hand and humbly knelt down.

The man's devout posture gave him a strange sensation, as if a marvelous and addictive thrill was surging in Gu Lang's heart.

A strange and incomprehensible expression appeared on Gu Lang's face as his finger was carefully held by that person's hands, and he gently brushed it against the person's cheek.

The back of his hand suddenly felt a smooth and delicate texture, which surprised Gu Lang. He didn't expect this drunkard to have such a smooth and delicate complexion.

Gu Lang caught a glimpse of the man's profile, and a trace of infatuation appeared on his face. The man repeatedly kissed his hand with a soft and plump pair of lips, sparking endless reverie in Gu Lang's mind.

The man's every move was concealed in the shadows, only visible to Gu Lang, who was looking down on him from a higher position. Others who saw it only regarded it as a drunk man leaning on Gu Lang's hand and falling to his knees on the ground.

Under the neon lights, Gu Lang's black eyes, sparkling like stars, were fixed on the man's movements. The novelty sensation that the man brought him in that instant miraculously restored Gu Lang's previously abysmal mood to tranquility.

He coldly glanced at the flower dragon, who was immersed in it and unable to extricate himself. His icy gaze swept over the dancing floor, revealing the flower dragon's elusive true form under the shimmering neon lights.

Huālóngxīndǐ hěn kěwàng nénggòu dédào shǒuzhǔ zhǔrén de àifǔ, dànshì Gù Láng duì tā de dòngzuò háobù gǎnmòu.

Huālóngxīn was longing for the master's caress deep in his heart, but Gù Láng didn't care about his actions at all.

Soon, Gu Lang quickly withdrew his hand from Hua Long's hand and glanced at him with a meaningful look. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the staircase leading to the second floor.

Gu Lang changed his mind.

He decided not to kill this pervert, as it seemed that there was a more torturous method awaiting him.

Hua Long looked regretfully at the departing figure of Gu Lang. With ease and calmness, he stood up from the ground, patting off the hidden dust on his knees. Then, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he followed the rhythm of the music festival, shaking his head with a smiling expression.

I just saw the flirtatious look in the eyes of the male god. Turns out he is a pure-hearted person.

Huālóng's interest still not satisfied, licked his lips and made a smacking sound.

What should I do if the male god is a hidden pure protagonist?

Of course... I will devour him!