dust with light

When Zhuo Yuchen followed the front desk lady into the resort, Zheng Yan was playing golf with a group of second-generation ancestors on the golf course in the resort.

Seeing him coming, Zheng Yan raised his head and gestured toward Zhuo Yuchen: "Will you fight?"

Zhuo Yuchen shook his head.

Zheng Yan was not angry at being rejected like this.Today he was wearing a beige British vest with a white shirt inside, and he looked heroic and handsome.Even Zhuo Yuchen, who hated him deeply, had to secretly lament the creator's favoritism and injustice. This man is clearly a first-class scum, yet he has such a deceitful appearance.

"Then what do you play, snooker? Or something else." Zheng Yan raised his eyebrows.

Zhuo Yuchen lowered his head slightly: "Know how to play chess."

"Oh? Chess?"

Zhuo Yuchen shook his head: "Gobang."

Zheng Yan burst out laughing, and the second-generation ancestors who were standing with him looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a while, they also imitated his actions and laughed wildly.The caddy who served the second-generation ancestors sighed, not knowing whether he was lamenting his own fate or feeling sympathetic for what happened to Zhuo and Chen.

"Honestly, has the two hundred and five of the sword ever fucked you? I regret letting him ruin you," Zheng Yan casually threw the golf club in his hand to the caddy who was picking up the ball from Hou, his eyes slightly empty , walked to Zhuo Yuchen's side.He stretched out his hand, clamped Zhuo Yuchen's chin, and forcibly straightened Zhuo Yuchen, who had been hanging his head.Looking directly at Zhuo Yuchen's pupils that implied shame, Zheng Yan sneered, "Yuchen, I really like you more and more, you are so funny."

"Absurd praise..." Zhuo Yuchen resisted the urge to push Zheng Yan away, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Zheng, the matter of the knife..."

"Don't mention the disappointing things," Zheng Yan raised his eyelids, and suddenly moved to Zhuo Yuchen's ear, leaning against his ear and said, "Since you've come here for the favor, it's natural that I, the host, should be fine." I will entertain you. You make me happy, and the boy's affairs will be easy to handle."

Zhuo Yuchen was silent.

Zheng Yan's breathing was unusually hot, burning in his ears, but unexpectedly made him feel a little chilly, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

He didn't know, with Zheng Yan's temperament, what kind of embarrassing things he would do.Happiness is always built on the pain of others, the more he suffers, the more interesting Zheng Yan finds it.

After saying hello to the companions of the second generation ancestor, Zheng Yan asked the caddy to clean up the mess, and led Zhuo Yuchen into the big hotel of the resort.

Ask the front desk lady to prepare the room, and a group of people walked into an open billiard room after a while. Zheng Yan took off his vest and threw it on the hanger at the door, then rolled up his sleeves and picked it up very familiarly. A birch cue placed on the table was dusted and handed to Zhuo Yuchen.

"Try a shot," he said.

Zhuo Yuchen lowered his eyes: "Sorry, Young Master Zheng, I really don't know how to do this."

Zheng Yan hooked the corners of his lips: "It's okay, I'll teach you."

He led Zhuo Yuchen, supported Zhuo Yuchen's waistline, and took off his coat very ambiguously. I feel extremely embarrassed.

That hand had clearly taken off his coat, but it remained on his waist to caress, without the slightest intention of moving.

After feeling that the cold sweat on his forehead was about to condense into drops, Zhuo Yuchen felt that Zheng Yan let go of his hand touching his waist.The other party pulled him, and without any explanation, he stuffed the pool cue forcefully into his hand, and then pressed him down, pressing him on the pool table.

Zheng Yan leaned over and pressed against his back, making Zhuo Yuchen drip with cold sweat.

"Straighten your hands and follow my motions."

The opponent held his hand in a posture of suppressing him, and aimed the tip of the billiard cue at the white ball on the table.Zhuo Yuchen's breathing was stagnant, and he didn't dare to take a breath. He stiffened his body, allowing Zheng Yan to manipulate his hand like a marionette, and knocked out the white ball.

Bang.

After the dull sound, the table was torn apart by billiard balls arranged in a regular triangle, and the whole table rolled down.

"Tsk, I didn't hit this shot very well." Zheng Yan raised his lower body slightly, stood up, raised his hand to his forehead exaggeratedly, and made a posture of looking from a distance, "Yuchen, although you are It's the first time to fight, but it's too ugly, right? Tell me, do you want to give you some punishment?"

Zhuo Yuchen was still lying on the pool table, his whole body was stiff, he didn't know whether to move or not.

The second-generation ancestors began to laugh again.

Zhuo Yuchen felt that he should be angry, after all Zheng Yan's various actions and deeds were completely playing him like a monkey.He is a living person with his own thoughts and will, but in Zheng Yan's eyes, he is nothing more than an entertainment, even the caddy who picks up balls on the golf course is more noble than him.

Hate, shame, shame.

He didn't dare to act rashly, he still remembered that he wanted to intercede for Zhao Xiaodao.

"Hehe, Zheng Shaoyan has said it. Failure is the mother of success. Everyone starts from failure." Zhuo Yuchen heard his own voice, and the flattery in it made him feel a little disgusting.

Zheng Yan laughed again.

He walked to Zhuo Yuchen's side, grabbed his hair, and lifted his head forcefully: "I said, Yuchen, please make me happy."

Zhuo Yuchen gritted his teeth: "How does Young Master Zheng want to punish?"

Zheng Yan let go of his hair, folded his arms and crossed his legs, and leaned against another billiard table.

"Hit it for me. When you hit the ball well, you will pass the test."

Zhuo Yuchen took a deep breath, calmed down the many emotions in his eyes, and seriously repeated the action Zheng Yan gave him before,

One shot, one shot, one shot...

He is like a robot that faithfully follows orders.

Seeing that he played for a long time, but still couldn't hit a perfect shot, the ancestors of the second generation felt a little bored, and began to gather around the spare pool table to play on their own.But Zheng Yan didn't move, his eyes stayed on Zhuo Yuchen's body all the time, as if enjoying a world snooker show.

Zhuo Yuchen remained expressionless and continued to play the ball.

It's disgusting.

Swords are disgusting.

Zheng Yan is disgusting.

He's even more disgusting.

All in all, when will it be the end?

Zhuo Yuchen's eyes were calm, the billiards on the table were like his current difficult life, he bowed his back slightly, concentrated all his strength on the cue stick, and hit a ball——

Bang.

The ball is in.