Seven Hundred and Twentieth Seven 1 Way to Follow

After all, Jessica and Duncan were unable to leave New Orleans after chasing the footsteps of the king for a day, because they all had their own lives to wait for. After the concert, the time when the music was flowing could become a shelter for their short respite, and they won the pursuit to continue The courage and energy of the light.

But not Juliette-Slate.

She needs to keep up with the band's footsteps, she needs to follow the band's silhouette, she needs to feel the sweat, breath, and body temperature up close, get closer, and get closer, until she embraces the sun until she is smashed to pieces and wiped out. Do whatever it takes.

From Philadelphia to Tampa, then Kansas City, Atlanta, then Cleveland, Charlotte, then New Orleans.

Follow all the way, run all the way, all the way... close.

"Hey!"

Juliet woke up from her sleep, sat up abruptly, and looked left and right at the empty hotel room. The torn pink dress was thrown limply on the scarlet carpet, and the deep and shallow watermarks were almost invisible, only the residue on the bed sheet. Messy traces record everything that happened last night.

The cold air rushed to the face, climbed up the arms, and the goosebumps came out crazily. Juliet couldn't help but shuddered, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and then reality slowly poured into the blood:

Maxim, leave.

Empty beds, empty rooms, without leaving any traces, if you guessed right, the king of the day should have left New Orleans, continue to embark on a tour journey, and go to the next city, just like Tampa, just like what happened in Charlotte The nights were exactly the same.

Juliet thought she was used to it. Since Charlotte entered Maxim's hotel room for the first time and became the envied "band girl", this was not the first time, and most likely it would not be the last time that she woke up in the morning to face The hotel room was empty, but she felt a pang of emptiness nonetheless.

Even though she could feel Maxim's body temperature a few hours ago, she was already missing Maxim now.

Involuntarily, Juliet lowered her head and hugged the quilt, took a deep breath, and surrounded herself with the exclusive Maxim's breath, her tense thoughts gradually eased, and a smile crept up her brows again, as if thinking of what happened last night, Suddenly, he buried his head in the quilt, revealing a strong sweetness in his shyness.

All of this is really incredible, like a dream, beautiful and magnificent, every minute and every second is so fulfilling, it makes people want to scream and cheer.

A whole week of inseparable intimacy, and last night's wonderful performance of One Day King in New Orleans, the "Young Blood" of the encore moment is like a love song played by Maxim for her to listen to alone,

Just thinking about it in your head can feel the Fourth of July fireworks blooming in the soul, creating a geyser of pleasure, and the belly can't help but boil again.

Juliet felt as if she was dancing on a cotton candy cloud.

With force and force, the whole body was buried deeply in the quilt, until the bones and muscles seemed to be broken, as if as long as this was done, they could be completely integrated with Maxim's remaining breath, and then they would never be separated again .

From ignorance to insatiable desire, her body has been fully opened, and all the beauty and sweetness are integrated into it along every pore on the top and bottom of her body, even the flow of air has become so delicate and graceful.

Every part of her, every part of Maxim, it's like strawberries and lemons and honey and mint churned together with tons and tons of milk ice cream, in the clouds every minute, tasted every time different flavors.

"ah!"

After all, Juliet couldn't hold it back and screamed out. Even though her voice was completely dissolved in the quilt, all the pores of her body were still open.

Just last Thursday, the night before the New Orleans show kicked off, Juliet became addicted to drinking cough syrup and drank three bottles in a row. She was so excited that she fell into a bizarre state. Then Maxim Just quietly watching her from the sidelines to make sure she's okay.

Maxim likes the feeling that everything is in his hands, and even if he relies on some drugs or alcohol, he never overdos it.

And unlike Ollie and Cliff, Cliff is enjoying it completely, as for Ollie... it seems to be slipping into the abyss bit by bit, and every time they meet, they are more addicted and out of control than the last time.

Ronan, on the other hand, is as restrained as a scavenger. In Juliet's view, Ronan is too restrained and too rational. He doesn't know how to enjoy life at all, so it is inevitably too boring.

However, Maxim's restraint was different from Ronan's, in different ways and for different reasons.

Juliet thought that Maxim thought her beauty was too important to move around casually. He always faces the mirror to carefully create his own beautiful image, using a small curling iron to curl his short blonde hair into perfect little waves, and carefully protects it with conditioner.

It was as if now, with her head buried under the quilt, Juliet was able to awaken the touch of her hands touching Maxim's hair, and the beating of her heart lost control.

"Ah! Ahhh!"

She couldn't help screaming again, but after reaching the extreme of happiness, she couldn't help but start to mourn—because she was left alone.

Juliet thought, maybe, to Maxim, she is a fool, the flesh and blood she put up on her own initiative is just a dewy marriage, her existence has no meaning at all, there are too many girls like her around Too many, even Cliff is surrounded by a lot of girls who actively wink, not to mention Ronan and Maxime.

Juliet still remembers that after the concert in Tampa, more than 60 girls gathered in the lobby of the hotel, all of them were flesh and blood who hoped to be the guests of the show—maybe there were still people in invisible corners. There are more hidden, because after arriving in New Orleans, the number of girls has swelled to more than two hundred.

Flesh and skin people like Juliet who followed from the beginning all the way, the feeling is undoubtedly the clearest and most direct. The popularity of King One Day is rising, and more and more fanatical fans are bustling around the band. The distance really feels the change.

Juliet was happy for the band, but couldn't help feeling sad secretly. She prayed devoutly to the Virgin Mary, hoping that she would not be a one-time consumable during the tour, let alone a toy for Maxim to pass the time when he was free. ...However, it is not easy.

If she can't get a secret hope that she is special, she can still be close to Maxim, she will probably continue to be depressed.

As long as I can see him again in the future, this is the happiest thing.