The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

At night, Tianyue Haoting KTV.

The exploding sound mixed with the swaying lights ignited the enthusiasm of everyone present.

Figures were twisting and turning, and the table was piled with various wine bottles and snacks, as well as stacks of red bills.

In a corner of the bustling crowd, a tall man was kneeling on one knee in front of a bohemian young man who was wearing a floral silk shirt with a few buttons buttoned casually, revealing a large area of ​​his chest.

"Either you get out of here right now, or you kneel down and beg me for money today."

Nan Zhiyi leaned on the sofa with his hands lazily open, crossing his legs, and his cold voice had a pleasant magnetism.

He looked down at Ling Siye who was kneeling on one knee in front of him in waiter clothes.

The once aloof and arrogant boss has now become a drinking companion, which is really sad!

Ling Siye knelt on one knee and picked up the ring that Nan Zhiyi had deliberately thrown on the ground. He pursed his lips in displeasure, his whole body tense, and remained silent.

The complex expression was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

He knew that this person was well-informed and knew that he had fallen into such a state that he had to work here, so he specifically asked him to come in to humiliate him.

But when he looked at the other person, he didn't know how to respond.

Under normal circumstances, even if he was considering making money to pay off his debts, he would have slammed the door and left after being humiliated like this.

But today, for some reason, seeing his capricious and unruly appearance, he felt a little reluctant.

She subconsciously rubbed the engagement ring she had given him with her fingertips.

The younger brother next to him secretly observed from time to time, and tactfully agreed with him.

"That's right. We are here to have fun. What's the point of you standing there as a waiter?"

"You are lucky that President Nan likes you. Don't be ungrateful."

"He just asked you to kneel down and beg him, don't be shameless."

One of them was holding a bottle of red wine, his face flushed, and staggering towards him.

Deep down, he was enjoying the fact that he had trampled upon the former pride of the nation. He sarcastically responded by preparing to throw the red wine at him, hoping to sober him up.

Nan Zhiyi stood up, easily snatched the bottle from his hand, poured it at him, and glared at him fiercely.

The younger brother was furious, but the courage he had gained from drinking immediately disappeared, and he retreated obediently.

Nan Zhiyi raised the bottle and gestured around, his cold voice carrying an absolute majesty that could not be ignored.

“I’m buying this drink today.

But my people, even if you want to teach them a lesson, it is not your turn to do it.

I was disrespectful today, so I will drink a bottle of wine as punishment, and I will take this person away."

After he finished speaking, he put down the empty bottle, picked up a bottle on the seat at random and drank it all in one gulp. Others followed suit and the atmosphere in the venue became lively again.

"Mr. Nan is so domineering."

"I know, I know."

"Of course, as long as you, President Nan, say a word, I don't think that unblinking person dares to point at him."

When Ling Siye heard this, his brows furrowed even more tightly. He knew that this man's behavior was ruining his chance of making money.

I should have rejected him sternly and argued with him, but for some reason I felt a little excited.

Could it be that he drank too much today and got confused and mistook him for Cen Zijin.

It can't be that I'm in love with him, I'm not sick.

Nan Zhiyi didn't care about what others said. She nodded and forcibly pulled people towards her own private room.

He arrived at the location, opened the door, turned on the warm yellow light that was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, pushed the person in, and locked the door.

His drunken mind was a little dizzy, and he held the man in his arms, rubbing the big furry head against his shoulder.

The whole movement is done in one go.

Although Ling Siye felt very happy in his heart, his reason told him how rude and inappropriate this behavior was.

This is too intimate. I like Cen Zijin.

Even though he had treated this man as a substitute before, now that he is down and out, it is time for him to wake up and not make the same mistake again.

He broke free from Nan Zhiyi's restraints and pushed her away.

"Nan Zhiyi, you see clearly who I am.

Don’t make the same mistake over and over again. We have no chance.”

Nan Zhiyi's eyes were blurry and her face was flushed from being drunk. She tilted her head, looking at him stupidly with confusion.

The red lips stained with wine are plump and sexy, making people want to ravage and lick them.

"why?"

Ling Siye shook his head, clearing his mind of unrealistic thoughts.

He straightened the man, looked him in the eyes seriously, and spoke every word seriously.

"I know I was wrong before. I used you as Zijin's substitute. It's reasonable for you to resent me and find fault with me.

But the person I like from the beginning to the end is Zijin, so please be merciful. "

As soon as these words were spoken, Nan Zhiyi's slightly drunken brain instantly sobered up. She pursed her lips unhappily and stared at his serious eyes.

Little bastard, is it because my love for you is too much, or I am too tolerant of you? Now you dare to use me as a substitute for his lover.

"It's time to sober you up."

Nan Zhiyi sat back expressionlessly, took the red wine that was specially prepared for her on the table, and poured it on his head.

She grabbed his chin and forced him to lift it up and look at her.

His eyes were dark and his tone was cold.

“I give you three choices: either you follow me and I will help you make a comeback;

Either you become my male lover, and I will love you;

Or I will imprison you so that only I can see you."

The sweet wine dripped slowly along the black hair on top of the head and onto the face. The sticky feeling made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Ling Siye frowned subconsciously and blinked his eyes which were stinging from the slight touch of alcohol.

“Nan Zhiyi, why bother.

I don't like you. I only messed with you before because you look similar to Zijin.

Now that I am no longer a tyrant, and I can no longer support you, can't we just part ways amicably?"

"Okay, you want to go with me, right?"

Nan Zhiyi's eyes became colder and the angrier she got, the calmer her tone became.

"Ling Siye, I will only give you three chances, if you refuse them all.

I am not a person who takes advantage of others. I will let you go. Now look at me and say it again."

Pull over the person who is avoiding your gaze, put your foreheads against yours, your eyes into each other's eyes, your noses touching yours, so close that you can clearly feel the person's breathing.

It's very ambiguous, yet very sad.

All of a sudden, Ling Siye didn't know what was going on in his mind and couldn't say anything.

He only felt that the strong person opposite him was surrounded by sadness, and was so fragile that it would break at the slightest touch, and it hurt so much that his heart was wrenched.

It seems that I am really seriously ill.

"I……"

Ling Siye closed his eyes in panic and dared not look at him, hoping that this would allow him to avoid the topic he didn't want to face.

But the other person's warm and clear breathing was like a scorching flame, burning his soul all the time.

"I understand. I respect your choice."