Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

While the two were eating, Ling Zhao's cell phone rang.

Ji Lin was sitting opposite him. He just glanced at the caller ID and hung up the phone.

Seeing his expression change from smiling at the beginning to irritable now, Ji Lin wanted to beat up the bastard who called.

But I still patiently asked him, "Is it your dad again?"

Ling Zhao shook his head.

"It's Zhong Li."

"Zhong Li?" Ji Lin looked puzzled.

But from Ling Zhao's tone, it was not difficult to tell that he should also know this Zhong Li.

After carefully recalling it in his mind, Ji Lin suddenly remembered who he was.

"The one in our class in high school?"

Ling Zhao nodded. "I don't know where he got my phone number from. He called me frequently these past two days and asked me out for dinner."

Ji Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.

When he was studying, he noticed that something was wrong with Zhong Li.

Ling Zhao is different from most boys, but he is not as bad as Zhong Li said, and he did not incite other boys to stay away from Ling Zhao.

Moreover, Zhong Li seemed to care a lot about whether Ling Zhao was involved in this matter, otherwise he would not have found loopholes everywhere to target them.

Now it seems that this Zhong Li...

Ji Lin snorted coldly, and said in a steady tone: "Next time he calls you, give me the phone."

As luck would have it, not long after Ji Lin finished speaking, Ling Zhao's phone rang again.

Seeing Ling Zhao's annoyed and disgusted expression, Ji Lin couldn't sit still anymore. He asked Ling Zhao first: "Can I take it?"

Ling Zhao hesitated for a moment and handed over the phone.

Ji Lin glanced at the caller ID and didn't even have a note. It was conceivable that Ling Zhao didn't want to acknowledge Zhong Li, his old classmate, at all.

Ji Lin slid the screen and put the phone to his ear.

The person on the other end of the phone was anxious, "Ling Zhao, you finally answered my call."

Ji Lin said in a low voice: "What do you want from Ling Zhao?"

"Who are you!" Zhong Li was angry.

Ji Lin slowly uttered two words: "Ji Lin."

He heard a slight inhalation on the other end of the line.

There was no sound for several seconds, and suddenly there was a busy tone.

Zhong Li hung up the phone.

Ji Lin looked at the darkened screen and said coldly, "You are gutless."

He handed the phone back to Ling Zhao, "Don't be afraid, next time he asks you to go out, tell him to ask me first."

Ling Zhao held the phone which was warm from Ji Lin's palm and nodded.

After they finished eating Zurich's specialties, they walked along the lake.

When passing by a store, Ji Lin saw the graffiti T-shirts displayed in the window and thought they were very interesting.

There are quite a few young people in the store.

"Ling Zhao, let's go take a look too."

Ji Lin dragged Ling Zhao into the store.

Ling Zhao looked at the young men and women in the store, then at the hand that was clasping his arm. His eyes followed the hand up to Ji Lin's profile.

His heart beat faster involuntarily.

This was the first time that he and Ji Lin went out shopping and having fun in the true sense of the word.

Ji Lin pointed to a white graffiti short-sleeved shirt and said to the clerk, "Get one of his size and one of my size."

Ling Zhao quickly grabbed Ji Lin and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Wearing this kind of graffiti short-sleeved shirt during the holidays will create a more festive atmosphere." Ji Lin explained.

Seeing that Ji Lin was in a good mood, Ling Zhao didn't want to spoil his mood, so he said to the clerk: "My size will be the same as his."

"Won't it be too big?" asked the clerk.

It is obvious that he is not on the same level as Ji Lin.

Ling Zhao tried to make his smile look more natural, "I like to wear loose clothes."

Ji Lin nodded slightly to the clerk, "Listen to him."

After getting the clothes, Ji Lin pulled Ling Zhao to change clothes.

There are three dressing rooms, two of which are occupied.

"There's another one here."

Ji Lin pulled Ling Zhao in and closed the door.

In the confined space, it seemed as if each other's breathing could be heard more clearly.

Ling Zhao swallowed quietly.

Ji Lin wanted to...

"Let's change together."

Ling Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

Ji Lin began to take off his short-sleeved shirt.

He glanced at Ling Zhao, who had slightly turned his head, "Ling Zhao?"

Ling Zhao glanced at him quickly out of the corner of his eye, then quickly looked away, "I, I'll wait until you're done changing."

"Let's change together to save time."

Ji Lin pretended to help him get the new graffiti T-shirt so that he could free his hands to take off his clothes.

Unexpectedly, Ling Zhao held on to the clothes tightly and refused to let go. It was not known whether it was because of the heat or shyness, and he did not dare to look at Ji Lin.

"You, put on your clothes first."

The space in the locker room was not big to begin with, and it became crowded after two people were accommodated in it.

As soon as he turned around, he would run into Ji Lin's arms.

Ling Zhao stood there motionless, constantly urging Ji Lin to put on his clothes quickly.

Ji Lin quickly put on his graffiti short-sleeved shirt and sighed, "I'm not laughing at you."

Ling Zhao blushed, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you because you're not strong enough and your chest muscles are not big enough." Ji Lin picked up his clothes and left the locker room.

Ling Zhao blushed and made sure the door was locked before he started to take off his clothes.

He pulled at his collar and looked inside.

He is indeed not strong enough and his chest muscles are not big.

……

The two walked to the bank of the Limmat River, where more and more people gathered.

The festive carnival brought Ling Zhao's body and mind unprecedented relaxation.

Fireworks on the river bank, parade floats, and bands.

The crowds were one wave after another.

Ling Zhao felt like he was being pushed further and further away by the crowd.

Suddenly Ji Lin grabbed his wrist.

Ling Zhao froze.

Ji Lin admired the fireworks, as if he didn't think much about it, "It will be troublesome if we get squeezed away."

Ling Zhao couldn't help but clench his fingers.

The two walked around for a long time, and Ji Lin took Ling Zhao to sit outside a music bar by the river.

You can watch fireworks and band performances and drink a big glass of cold beer.

After Ling Zhao relaxed physically and mentally, he seemed to be immersed in it, forgetting that he shouldn't drink. After drinking half a glass of beer, he began to feel a little drunk.

"So you're such a loser." Ji Lin said these sarcastic words, but his hand reached out involuntarily to hold Ling Zhao's hand, and his other hand supported his shoulder.

Ling Zhao was a little drunk and couldn't continue shopping or playing.

He had also been drinking, so he couldn't drive the car and had to call for a designated driver.

On the way to send Ling Zhao back, Ling Zhao sat next to Ji Lin the whole time, with his back straight, looking well-behaved and obedient.

Later, perhaps because the alcohol was getting to his head, he finally couldn't hold on and leaned on Ji Lin's shoulder.

Ji Lin's body stiffened slightly and he dared not move.

He used to be an athlete and doesn't drink alcohol normally, but that doesn't mean he can't drink much. He is a man from Northeast China and he has to drink at least one pound of liquor.

But I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t had it in a long time, but now I’m a little drunk.

Especially my eyes kept swelling and my cheeks were getting redder and hotter.

Almost to Ling Zhao’s house.

Ji Lin lowered his head slightly and said softly, "Ling Zhao."

Ling Zhao leaned on his shoulder, closed his eyes, and remained indifferent.

There is no intention of waking up.

Ji Lin tried to push his shoulder.

But as soon as he pushed, Ling Zhao's head tilted back and leaned against the back of the chair.

Revealing a completely clean and white face.

At this moment, because of the alcohol, his face was rosy and white, like a ripe peach.

“Ling Zhao…”

Ji Lin’s hand touched Ling Zhao’s face.

Her thumb gently rubbed the corner of his moist lips.

Ji Lin's eyes were swollen and red, the veins on his temples were bulging and tense, and his forehead was wet with sweat.

His expression looked even more ferocious because he was trying so hard to hide his anger.

The moment his thumb brushed the corner of Ling Zhao's lips again, he leaned down.

Kiss the lips he had been thinking about day and night.