Who calls this thing a god?

The light and shadow are heavy, and the singing is indistinct.

10 minutes earlier, the little black cat took the task to patrol near the bar. If something happened to Dong Miao, Qi You would be able to grasp the situation immediately.

...Of course, whether something happened or not has nothing to do with him.

There were not many people in the bar, most of them were accompanied by threes and twos, talking in low voices in an ambiguous and distant manner.

Qi You sat in front of the bar idly swiping his phone, raising his glass to take a sip from time to time, it was quite leisurely.

He seemed to have his own isolation system. Seeing a stunner with an outstanding appearance, slender waist and long legs sitting there alone, the others were ready to move, but they didn't dare to attack easily.

There are still people who can't hold back.

"Hello, a whiskey on the rocks."

A tall man leaned against the bar and snapped his fingers at the bartender.

He omitted the detour in the middle, and boldly and ambiguously looked sideways at the indifferent and alienated beauty in front of him, stroking his eyebrows, nose bridge, and lips one by one.

stunner.

He couldn't help but label it. If he had to add another adjective, it would be "fucking".

fucking stunner.

Just when the man wanted to look down further, the silent Qiyou raised his eyes and gave him a cold look.

It's like a knife cutting the ice surface, and it can actually wipe out fine sparks.

This glance is dangerous and infinitely tempting.

The man suddenly felt his mouth dry, subconsciously straightened his collar, barely maintained a gentle smile and said hello: "Hello."

What a jb.

Qi You didn't bother to pay attention to this character, and ignored him very naturally.

man:"……"

He didn't feel embarrassed either, and said with a sneer, "Sir, are you alone?"

He slowly rolled the three words "a person" on the tip of his tongue, which was so sweet and greasy that it made people feel sick when they heard it.

Qiyou raised his wine glass and took a sip, his eyes hooked to the edge of the empty chair next to him: "Didn't you see there is someone else here?"

man:"……"

He felt that this beauty was very spicy.

Whether it's his lazy eyes that seem to have no irony, or his distant and indifferent attitude, he can easily ignite the fire of desire.

It grows in the dark, but it blooms most beautifully.

His few words are enough to make others itch.

The man collected himself and said to the bartender, "Please make a glass of Fez gin for the gentleman in front of me."

During the words, his eyes never left Qiyou, as if he was addicted and possessed by a demon.

The bartender behind the bar showed an embarrassed and troubled expression. He was hesitating how to give a prompt to be thoughtful. When he saw a person striding towards him, he was instantly relieved and heaved a sigh of relief.

The man was wearing a scent of burning bamboo and flowers, but he was wearing a black woolen coat in winter in December. His shoulders were broad and his legs were long, and his handsome appearance was really touching.

He calmly sat down on the chair next to Qiyou, as if it was his natural position that day.

This kind of behavior is like being invaded by the territory, but Qiyou chooses to forgive the moment he smells the fragrance of his body.

Lu Chan said: "Please give my lover a glass of Alexander."

The word "lover" is too heavy and formal, but he said it very naturally, as if he had already said it hundreds of times in his heart before speaking.

The other man looked at him like a goose. He turned his head impartially and said, "Sorry, my Persian cat doesn't drink other people's wine." Dangers and warnings.

Lu Chan put his arm around Qiyou's shoulder, shielding the Persian cat's face, and said politely: "Did you see him? Does it look good?"

The man didn't know why, and subconsciously nodded affirmatively.

Lu Chan's smile was sly and contemptuous, and he said without a doubt: "Mine."

Man: "..." It's like listening to fairy music.

Facing Lu Chan's eyes of "why don't you get out of here", with a livid face, he said "excuse me" rather aggrieved, and then walked away in a hurry.

This good show made the bartender smile even more, silently withdrawing his eyes and mixing drinks according to the needs of the guests.

Alexander wine, as a gift to the queen, is really romantic.

Lu Chan withdrew his hand and asked knowingly, "Why are you here?"

Qi You didn't answer, but threw the words back: "Why are you here?"

Lu Chan smiled and remained silent.

No mind and no voice, let alone talk when unhappy.

Qi You yawned lazily, took a sip of a new glass of wine.

He looked around the bar aimlessly, his eyes were lazy and full of watery light.

Just when I was in a daze, I saw a tall and thin boy carrying a schoolbag dangling in front of the private rooms, and another boy with a straight face came out of one of the private rooms.

Seeing him, the thin and tall boy was stunned, turned around and ran with his schoolbag on his back, but was picked up by another boy and packed back to the private room.

Qiyou paused for a moment, looked away, and stared at the bar again.

Seeing him in a daze, Lu Chan couldn't help pinching the tips of his ears, "Do you want to play a small game at the wine table?"

Qi You: "What?"

In fact, Lu Chan didn't know what to play, so he thought about it and said, "Shall we exchange little secrets?"

Qiyou: "?"

Lu Chan patiently and gently explained the rules of the game to him. The difference from Truth or Dare is nothing more than the removal of Dare. The two take turns asking each other questions. If they don’t want to say or can’t think of it, they will be punished with alcohol.

Easy to understand and easy to play.

I thought that Qiyou's temperament would look at him with contemptuous eyes expressionlessly, but who knew that he just propped his chin, thought for a while and said: "Yeah."

?

Did you agree?

Lu Chan felt that it was rare, and hit the snake with a stick: "Then come from me first, you can ask me."

The opportunity to take the initiative was given to Qi You, who was unceremonious and straightforward: "Why are you here?"

Lu Chan heard the words and smiled, the laughter was as deep as a feather gently brushing the tip of his heart, and he replied noncommittally, "Because of you."

There was nothing wrong with this answer, although it was not as straightforward as Qi You wanted.

When it was Lu Chan's turn, he originally wanted to adopt a roundabout tactic, but since the little princess was coming aggressively, he didn't hesitate: "Shen Hegui is who you are."

At the mention of these three words, Qi You tended to raise his head slightly, but he stopped, staring at the marble bar counter: "He is..."

He seemed to be thinking about an accurate position, and after thinking about it, he picked up his glass and took a sip.

Lu Chan: "..." Hey, it's a bad start.

Qi You: "What are you looking at me for?"

"This is a problem." Lu Chan said with a smile, "I want to read back what others have just seen."

Qiyou: "..." What a fucking idiot this person is.

He pushed the wine glass back and forth with his fingertips, turned it around, turned it over, and the water surface was slightly rippling.

It was Lu Chan's turn again, he could take it easy, and this time the question was more gentle: "When is the kid's birthday? Brother, will you celebrate your birthday?"

On weekdays, Qi You would have punched him into the ancestral grave.

Today is different, he reacted for a moment, seemed to be thinking about something, and finally shook his head slightly: "I don't know. It's just a birthday."

Today's kid is very good, so good that people can't help but want to touch his cat ears.

……ear?

Lu Chan turned his gaze away and took a closer look. A certain child's ears were red, his cheeks were red, and even the corners of his eyes were rouge-colored, which made people really like it.

The light in the bar was dim, and he couldn't see clearly just now.

Looking at it this way, the kid must be drunk again, right?

Lu Chan was taken aback.

Now or never.

Bet on this one, the bicycle becomes a motorcycle.

He was about to speak, when Qi You remembered that it was his turn to ask a question, and preemptively asked: "What do you like about me?"

Lu Chan was helpless.

The little princess's way of asking questions that swept away thousands of troops made it impossible for people to get around it.

"I've killed people."

Qiyou's tone was cold but unquestionable.

Lu Chan was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at him without blinking.

He turned sideways to Lu Lu, rubbed his thumb against the cold wine glass, and wet his hands with drops of water.

His eyes reflected the light, rippling slightly, as if he was about to overflow with tears, his expression was calm, and he frowned slightly in confusion and said: "I have killed people and set them on fire. It's very bad. It should rot in the temple, die." In a dream. What do you like about me?"

Qiyou was already in a state of drunkenness, so his tone was very slow and light, with a little doubt.

... This bit of doubt made Lu Chan's chest ache.

His princess didn't just ask casually, but really questioned what was worthy of liking about herself, and what could make people take a second look.

This kind of doubt tormented Lu Chan's heart.

Lu Chan raised his wine glass and drank it down, saying, "Do you need any reason to like my princess?"

"Well, I told you to listen carefully. It doesn't matter if you don't listen carefully, as long as you want to listen, I will tell you."

"There is no other reason, only this one:

"You are my instinct."

Qiyou's fingers slowly tightened, clasping the wine glass.

His slender eyelashes fluttered like a crow's feathers, and he took another sip of his wine without saying a word.

Staring at his rolling Adam's apple, Lu Chan rolled up his sleeves calmly, exposing half of his strong forearm to rest on the bar.

He was probably on alcohol, and he couldn't hold back the words when they got to his lips.

Lu Chan stared at him as if staring at prey, "Little princess, do you have... someone you like?"

Qi You was startled, and subconsciously wanted to drink, but Lu Chan held the wine glass with one hand and slammed it on the bar counter, making a nervous jingling sound.

Lu Chan's breath rushed towards his face, the bamboo and flowers were burning, entangled him, seduced him, and gradually suffocated him.

He is half leaning, this is the hunting posture.

If you are not careful, your throat will be bitten off by this excellent hunter.

Qi You read this, and thought to himself in a daze, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Whispering and indistinct music can no longer be heard clearly.

Hunter took the last step.

"Little princess... who is the person you like?"

His response was the usual silence.

Even Qiyou didn't move a bit, still hung his head, not saying a word.

Lu Chan's mind moved slightly, and he followed Qiyou's gaze to the marble bar, where they looked at each other.

He was watching him all the time.

From him to now.

Never looked away.

The author has something to say: the little princess will be more honest when she is drunk...

It will take a few more chapters for them to establish their relationship.

finally!finally!Lu Chan finally made it through! ! !Come on, my eldest son!

It rained here for three days in a row, it was so cold.

Baby, please pay attention to keeping warm, chirp!