I Wasn't Born Lucky

The voice of this voice is quite low, revealing a kind of indifference soaked in the bones, but it is deliberately gentle when speaking.

Zheng Yi stared dumbfounded at the young man who suddenly appeared in the villa in front of him: "Shen, Shen Mizhi?"

The combination of Xiao Li and Shen Mizhi gave him an inexplicable illusion that he was in the world of reincarnation, but the familiar surroundings brought him back to reality.

Zheng Yi's hand that was supporting Xiao Li was empty. He withdrew his hand and looked outside the door, only to find a Maybach parked at the entrance of the villa.

"You, you came to pick him up? Why did you come to pick him up? What's the matter with you two? Are you living together?" Seeing Shen Mizhi coming, Zheng Yi didn't fight with him. As far as he could see, he wasn't worried that classmate Shen would hurt Xiao Li.

Now Shen Mizhi put his whole body and mind on the person in his arms, he wrapped one hand around Xiao Li's waist, and touched his face with the other hand, and lifted his chin to look at him for a while.

Zheng Yi didn't feel embarrassed when no one responded, and he continued to ask with Jiu Jin: "How did you know we are here? Don't mind if I didn't invite you. I really don't know your contact information. If I had known, I would have let Xiao Li told you..."

Shen Mizhi didn't even lift her eyelids, and walked out with Xiao Li in her arms and arms as if she hadn't heard of it.

"Hey——" The young man had long legs and walked very suddenly. Zheng Yi chased after him for two steps but failed to catch up. He found that Shen Mizhi was already supporting Xiao Li's head, and he gently put him on the car, and then Leaning over to post the seat belt for him.

At the same time, he walked to the other side, closed the door, and started the car.

Zheng Yi felt that the other party was too ruthless. After all, he was a classmate, so he didn't even exchange pleasantries?

Well, after all, since the first day, student Shen has blatantly focused on Xiao Li, and Zheng Yi is not surprised, but he is inexplicably worried when he looks at the Maybach going away... just drink Is it really good for the drunk boss to hand it over?

"Zheng Yi! Zheng Gou, your classmate has left? Who is that?" Another drunk sprang out from the villa. It was Mu Si who played Truth or Dare before. He hooked Zheng Yi's dog's head and interrupted him. thinking, "Shall we continue?"

Zheng Yi thought for a while with his brain that was also reddened by alcohol, and then quickly put aside everything else. Anyway, there are so many ghosts in Xiao Li's house, even if Shen Mizhi wanted to do something to him, there would be ghosts like Tan Li. Stop it.

Thinking of this, he stumbled and ran back with his friend: "Dang, of course continue."

In the speeding car on the other side, Xiao Li rested his head on the junction between the car window and the seat cushion behind him, watching the speeding scenery outside the car window, his eyes half-closed.

Unlike Zheng Yi who attended many receptions since he was a child, Xiao Li hardly drank alcohol in his short life.

To use a metaphor that everyone in the human world and the ghost world knows: his drinking capacity is comparable to his painting skills.

... It is conceivable how bad Xiao Li's drinking capacity is.

But fortunately, although his poor painting skills are widely circulated, it is the first time that his drinking capacity has been shown, otherwise some ghosts may drink him with a grudge.

Xiao Li, who doesn't have a high level of drinking capacity, now only feels pain like his head being burned, and his whole body is uncomfortable.

He pulled down his shirt uncomfortably, and the neckline was opened wider, revealing a large collarbone, which glowed warmly in the night.

Shen Mizhi's eyes darkened slightly, he held his hand with one hand, and said in a low voice: "...don't move, I'll take you back."

Thinking of the other party's demeanor, if he hadn't come, Xiao Li would probably just lie in Zheng Yi's house like this, and maybe be seen by Zheng Yi and other people, and he would have an urge to kill.

Fortunately, he came in time.

The young man's lips were stretched into a straight line, and he stepped on the gas pedal even more.

Xiao Li didn't want to listen to Shen Mizhi's words, he struggled for a while, trying to take out something from his pocket, but failed to take it out after struggling twice, on the contrary, he loosened the safety belt.

A strand of hair belonging to the doll spread out from his trouser pocket, and with a "click" he fastened his seat belt again.

Xiao Li was a little uncomfortable being tied by the seat belt. Before his brows were slightly furrowed, his hair was already wrapped around the belt again, and he loosened it a little with moderate force.

Xiao Li's house is actually quite far from the villa area, he took the bus for an hour's journey there, but he didn't know how Shen Mizhi managed to drive the car to the downstairs of Xiao Li's house in a short period of time, And there was no other vehicle's horns protesting along the way.

The young man got out of the car, opened the door on Xiao Li's side, and stretched out his hand to half embrace Xiao Li, like holding a ball of fire.

Shen Yanzhi had just arrived at the door of Xiao Li's house, and paused at the door for a while, he hadn't decided whether to take the key from Xiao Li's body, or open the door directly.

Before he could make a decision, the door opened from the inside.

"Meow."

The nimble body of the little black cat jumped off the doorknob, and looked up at Shen Mizhi bringing its owner in with its furry head up.

...Do you want to stop it?

Forget it, I can't beat it, let's take a look first.

The little black cat retreated to the side, jumped onto the dining table lightly, and lay down on it to monitor the figure in front of it.

Tan Li got out of her pocket, and the puppet returned to the familiar flower bed, but she didn't go directly to water the hydrangea, but first observed Shen Mirage.

Shen Mizhi hesitated for a moment whether to put the person on the sofa first or put him directly into the bedroom, but he only felt that the sofa was a bit small, and he was afraid that the other person would sleep uncomfortable, so he opened the door of the bedroom and put the person in the bedroom. on the bed sheet.

The bedroom door was opened and closed, blocking the sight of the cats and ghosts in the room.

Xiao Li's bed sheets were black, and he was leaning against the head of the bed with a fair complexion, contrasting with a more vivid color collision, it seemed that he would disappear at any time.

His clothes were messy at this time, and the small half of his round shoulders were clearly visible, but he didn't pay attention to tidying it up, but devoted himself to making it even more messy.

It's really itchy to show such a flaw like him, who is usually alienated and indifferent, and wants to tear him out of his own world, tear him down and get dirty.

Shen Mizhi's eyes were deep, and some kind of dark ripples spread in his pupils, and he felt like he was infected, and a fire ignited from somewhere in his heart.

The young man was half-sitting on the edge of the bed, and asked under his breath, "...Xiao Li, are you alright?"

As if hearing a familiar name, Xiao Li made a movement, looked at him, his eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and muttered, but did not reply.

Shen Mizhi thought he had acquiesced.

He reached out his hand to touch the other person's forehead, but Xiao Li wanted to avoid his hand at this moment, and moved his head back, almost hitting the head of the bed.

Fortunately, Shen Mizhi put his hand on the back of his head in time, avoiding a collision.

The little drunkard exerted a lot of strength, but the young man didn't even frown. He approached the other party in this posture that was almost holding the other party tightly in his arms, and put his chin on his shoulder, that name that he had been calling in his heart for a long time. Just slipped out like this: "Baby, will you feel uncomfortable? Do you need... hangover soup?"

Perhaps the young man's lower body temperature compared to others comforted him, Xiao Li lowered his head and held his hand, whimpered, and shook his head slowly.

A small night light was on beside the bed, the light was in a warm and comfortable color, shining on the young man's face, it was glowing red, like fine porcelain with rouge on it.

This scene was almost as if it appeared in a mirage dream. He couldn't control himself, so he moved a little closer, and asked patiently and hoarsely: "Baby, do you still know me?"

"...Who are you?" Xiao Li asked back casually.

When he first drank, he was still [-]% sane, but as time went by, the strength of alcohol surged to his head.

At this moment, he put most of his attention on the opponent's hand, pinching it back and forth like holding some toy.

Shen Mizhi just stared at him deeply, letting him play with his hands.

Maybe because he didn't get an answer, Xiao Li stopped what he was doing to look at him.

The whites of his eyes are clear and the tails of his eyes are smooth, like the arcs carefully drawn by a painter.

Shen Mizhi felt as if his heart was being clenched, and the strong throbbing made him almost bow down under his gaze.

He chuckled and moved closer, his breath almost mixing with him: "I am your admirer, your prisoner, and your lover."

"...Love?" Xiao Li got the answer, lowered his head again, and put his hand on the opponent's.

"Well," Shen Mizhi tightened his hands, "Do you want me to be your lover?"

"do you love me?"

He stretched out his hand to push back the hair in front of Xiao Li's forehead, trying to see the emotion in those eyes clearly.

At that moment, he seemed to be judged by the gods, and the next second he would be declared guilty.

Xiao Li seemed to be hesitating for something, and didn't answer right away.

He has never experienced this state before. He used to be unhappy, even sick, all by himself.

Before going to Xiao's house, he was the only one in this family. After going to Xiao's house, Xu Mei didn't care about him at all. No matter what happened, he was in this state. Over time, he got used to it. Someone took care of him like this.

Xiao Li let go, he tried to figure out the meaning of this sentence from his less sensitive mind, he looked at Shen Mizhi for a long while, before the other party's Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously, he didn't speak.

Shen Mizhi was very close to him, a distance that he could not even imagine.

Xiao Li didn't speak, and Shen Mizhi didn't want to force him, because although he was looking forward to it, he was also afraid of the answer.

The young man closed his eyes and moved forward to kiss Xiao Li's forehead.

There was a light touch on the forehead.

It was cold, moist, and quite comfortable.

Xiao Li blinked his eyes, and suddenly smiled, the kind of smile he would occasionally have on weekdays, and even once made Shen Mizhi think that he was not drunk at all, he grabbed his clothes and tore him off: " ... kiss here."