Magnetism uses the excuse of falling in love to test the male's ability to find food, loyalty, and responsibility.

In this process, the male makes himself stronger, loyal, generous, patient and gentle...

Therefore, in this mutual review of the opposite sex, a judgment is finally made in the brain as to whether the object has reached the qualifying line for union.

This image was beautified by later people into love!

Tonight, in the hazy night, a wonderful thing happened in Hill's apartment.

Such a thing made the moon in the sky hide in the clouds in shame.

the next day!

Mick's biological clock woke him up at seven o'clock on time.

I opened my eyes, and what I saw was the ceiling that I was only familiar with last night.

I don't know why, but Mick feels like he has no interest in the world at all.

Lying on the bed, Mick was looking for the source of this feeling.

Is this what Jiang Zheng calls the time of wise men?

Mick suddenly thought of one night when Mick invited Jiang Zheng to study in the library, but Jiang Zheng said helplessly that he was in the fifth sage time.

Sudden.

Mick thought of a very serious problem again.

Thinking about what happened last night, he actually couldn't remember why he didn't remember whether he lasted for an hour.

but.

Mick felt that even if he did not reach an hour, at least there were many, six times in total, and he could definitely win with quantity.

What happened last night happened so suddenly that Mick's head is still dizzy even now.

He turned around and looked at Hill's bedroom. If it weren't for some women's items here, Mick would never have thought it was Hill's room.

But when I thought about it, I felt relieved.

Hill is thirty this year, and Mick is thirty-one.

If calculated according to normal time.

"You're not young anymore."

Mick sighed in his heart, lamenting the passage of time.

Just as Mick was sighing, the door was pushed open.

Mick looked at it, his eyes widened.

Hill was seen wearing a large white T-shirt covering most of his body, and his black hair was messy and draped behind him.

Holding two cups of coffee in his hands, with a smile on his face that basically existed in Mick's fantasy, Hill raised the cup and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning!"

Mick leaned on the head of the bed and smiled slightly.

My head is still fuzzy now, but it doesn't matter.

My waist is still a little tired now, but it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter that my legs have almost no strength at all.

Mick only knew that he did the right thing last night.

Seeing Hill leaning next to him, a pair of long legs intertwined with each other, Mick couldn't help but his eyes turned green.

"Give!"

Mick came back to his senses, with a cool expression on his face, and took the coffee handed over by Hill.

Take a sip.

so bitter!

Mick thought.

But he still maintained the grace that a gentleman should have and praised: "It tastes good."

After hearing this, Hill just smiled and said nothing.

She knew how the coffee she bought tasted. She glanced at Mick, who was drinking coffee without changing his expression, out of the corner of her eye.

I thought, this is what Mei said about the characteristics of Chinese men.

A month ago, Hill specifically asked Mei to learn a lot about Chinese men.

Although it wasn't much, Hill still felt that May was a bit exaggerated.

There can be such a perfect man out there, it doesn't exist.

Looking at it now.

Hill lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, hiding the smile on his lips!

After last night's battle, Mick decided to act according to a guide specially written for him by Jiang Zheng many years ago and postpone his trip to another time.

According to what Jiang Zheng said.

After a great night, Mick had better leave without putting on his pants.

That will leave a very bad impression on the woman, thinking that you are just looking for someone to vent to, just thinking about it for one night.

Mick feels right now.

Because when Mick was about to grab his pants, his consciousness clearly felt the change in Hill's eyes behind him.

Very subtle.

But Mick was secretly glad!

after an hour.

Mick held his chin with one hand and knocked the armrest of the sofa unconsciously with the other hand.

The Special Investigation Bureau plane flew smoothly in the air without any bumps. Even the glass of water placed in front of the sofa did not see any ripples.

Mick was very distressed.

Some doubted whether the secret book given to him by Jiang Zheng was effective.

Or is that guy simply a targeted secret book written for the lesbians in his country?

According to this principle, it seems that the West should do the opposite.

When Mick thought about it, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Is this a typical example of being smart but confused for a while?

Until he got off the plane, Mick was still thinking about this matter secretly.

It's not clear what Hill is thinking at all.

Or are you using yourself as a tool?

Involuntarily, Mick thought in horror, and instantly thought of some of the female products that Jiang Zheng had described to him.

But I didn't see it at Hill's house either.

Or does this depend on my future performance?

No, isn't it said that Western women are very straightforward, if it works, it's fine, and if it doesn't, it's fine?

Mick was confused again for a moment.

After getting off the plane, Mick suddenly saw the stars.

The star spirit just lay straight on the recliner with his eyes wide open.

Mick asked doubtfully: "What are you doing?"

Star Spirit's eyes did not move, but he still turned his head, pointed his eyes at Mick and said mechanically: "Promote photosynthesis."

"Promote... photosynthesis...?"

Mick was stunned, wondering if he was still asleep in Hill's fragrant bed, and this was all a dream.

A top-level intelligent life also needs to promote photosynthesis.

Think of yourself as a flower bone that needs the nurturing of sunshine.

Then he rolled his eyes and said, "Get ready, I'm going to other worlds soon."

The words just fell out.

Star Spirit sat upright from the recliner again, wrinkled her small nose slightly, and said, "You seem to have the smell of magnetic hormones."

Big Mick!

Inside the castle.
To be continued...