APH Eastern European Lily Group Mutual Acceptance

Alex? Torres stopped in shock, watching Felix, who was drunk and vomited, leaning on the pole for breath.

"Leave me alone!" Felix waved his arms to drive people away, and at the same time raised his head, half-opened his hazy drunken eyes, and noticed who the person in front of him was, "Hmph, it's you, Torres, no, Rolina Mr. Tees, I'm so sorry to let you see Philip and me in a mess again."

Torres looked at Felix speechlessly. He still remembered that Felix once complained jokingly, "I called him Felix a few nights ago, but now he is called Mr. Lukasevich", and now the retribution is on him.He noticed that Felix was not wearing the coat he saw him in the evening, and the thin dress could not resist the cold wind at all. Felix was shaking slightly while wiping the dirt from the corner of his mouth.With a sigh, Torres took off his overcoat and put it on for Felix.

"I told you to leave me alone, you can't hear me!" Felix broke free from Torres, staggered to the street, and hailed a taxi coming from a distance, "Taxi!"

The taxi stopped beside Felix, and Felix opened the rear door, climbed in, and ordered to the front row: "Go to the Jeannela Pucelle Gallery, quickly."

Torres caught up with his coat and squeezed into the back seat: "Go to Jogaila Street."

"Where are you going? Are you two together?" The big black driver turned down the music in the car and looked at the two of them from the rearview mirror.

"It's not..." Felix just opened his mouth when Torris covered his mouth.

"Drive at my address." Torres hugged Felix to keep him from moving.

The black driver spit out the chewing gum he was chewing out of the car window, turned his head and looked at Torres suspiciously: "I think that lady is insane, I can call the police for your conspiracy."

"Then report it," Torres took out a pistol from his arms, pointed at the driver, and didn't even bother to install the silencer, "You can drive wherever I tell you, why are there so many nonsense!"

The driver, startled by Torres, turned around, started the car, and drove without saying a word.

"...the smell of gasoline... I still want to vomit..." Felix pulled away Torres' hand covering his mouth, opened the window on his side, and lay down on the window.

"Hold on for a while, Felix, I'll be home in a while." Torres put the coat on Felix and wrapped him tightly.

When he arrived downstairs at Torres' house, Torres took out a $10 note from his wallet and threw it to the driver. Without even asking for change, he helped the rickety Felix into the lobby and waited for the elevator.

When the elevator came, Felix almost fell over when he went in, so Torres had to let Felix lean on him.

Opening the door, Torres put Felix on his bed first.He went to the entrance and locked the door, poured a large glass of water in the living room and came to the bed, helped Felix up, and gently shook Felix who was almost asleep:

"Felix, drink some water and rinse your mouth."

The sleepy Felix didn't resist, he rinsed his mouth obediently, and then fell back on his back.

"Do you want to take a shower first?" Torres pushed Felix's body, Felix impatiently turned sideways and got his head under the pillow, Torres sighed and pulled the quilt cover for Felix superior.

When Torres came out of the bathroom, Felix had already fallen asleep.Torres sat on the edge of the bed, considering whether he would sleep on the sofa in the living room or share the same bed with Felix: even with the air conditioner turned on, the winter night in early December was still very cold, and Torres did not feel that sleeping on the sofa was more comfortable. Besides, if something happens to the drunk Felix at night, sleeping beside him can take care of it.

When Torres lay down, not even realizing that he was making excuses, he lifted Felix's head slightly, carefully tucked the pillow under his head under his head, and fell asleep himself.

53

Torres, who had never slept lightly, was full of worries these days, so he naturally woke up early.Get up lightly, wash up and go back to the bedroom. Through the faint morning light shining into the room through the curtains, Torres saw Felix's sleeping posture: he had turned over and lay on the side facing Torres, with his hands on the Beside the head, the legs are slightly bent, and the body is arched, like an unborn baby. People who sleep in this position have a strong sense of insecurity.

Torres sighed slightly in his heart, bent down, covered Felix's exposed shoulders with a quilt, and accidentally touched Felix's shoulder with his hand.

Felix woke up, his green eyes were full of vigilance, he saw the scene in the room clearly and recognized the people around him, his brows were frowned, and he sat up with his elbows supporting his body:

"Why am I here with you?"

"You were very drunk last night, I was worried that you might have an accident on the street alone, so..."

"Why are you meddling in your own business?!" Felix lifted the quilt and rubbed his head.

"If I don't care about business, no one will know if you die drunk on the street."

"I won't get drunk to death." Felix sat on the other side of the bed with his back to Torres. "I drink very well, and I live like this every day."

"Do you live like this every day?! You go to the bar every day to drink too much?" Torres' tone changed, and he grabbed Felix's shoulders, trying to turn him to face himself.

"I hang out in nightclubs every day. It's none of your business to drink every night. You want me to control me?! What right do you have to control me?!" Felix broke free and stood by the bed with his hands on his hips, looking down at Torres in displeasure head to go.

"I'm not qualified to control you, and I won't even have the possibility to control you in the future." Torres raised his head and looked at Felix who was puzzled. "Yesterday, Miss Natasha called me to Headquarters, let me propose to her."

Felix's face turned pale instantly, but he still managed to show a smile: "Congratulations, your long-standing wish has finally come true. Although I don't know if it's Miss Natalia's eyes or her mind. Question, look at a man like you."

Torres moved his lips: "Don't even you know the reason? I thought you would have some information."

"I wouldn't have it," Felix's voice changed a little, pretending to be eccentric, "I've been drinking in nightclubs every night these days, and I've already thrown information gathering into the sky."

"Miss Natasha said it was because the boss planned to marry her into another family. Elizabeth told me yesterday that the Wang family sent someone to meet the boss."

"If the Wang family proposes a marriage, your boss will definitely agree. It turns out that Miss Natalia has used you as a shield. If she marries you, she can stay with her brother. Poor Torres, finally Marrying the person you love, but this is the situation, but you deserve it! You deserve it, you can only get an empty shell of a bride who doesn't love you!"

"I haven't proposed yet." Torres smiled wryly. "I didn't know what happened to Miss Natasha at the time. After all, she has always been so indifferent to me, so I didn't propose. I wanted to wait until I figured out the ins and outs."

"Now that you have figured it out, hurry up and propose. Since Miss Natalia's purpose is to stay in her own family, any man in the family will do. If you don't go, it will be too late, and other people will look at her the good of the marriage."

"I talked to Elizabeth yesterday, and I planned to go today," Torres turned his head guiltily, not looking at Felix, "I ran into you on the way home."

"That is to say, I hindered your good deeds again?" Felix was furious, "I will not hinder you again, don't worry, I have given up on you long ago!"

Torres lowered his head in embarrassment: "I understand, I'm going today. By the way, I've already washed up, so go take a shower quickly, and I'll find some clothes to lend you."

"I don't want to wear your clothes!" Felix stomped, "I want to wear women's clothes, go buy them for me! There is Forever21 across the street from your downstairs, there seems to be a JuicyCouture around the corner, I want a pink a black or navy blue coat, size 6 for the loose fit and size 8 for the tight fit. Hurry up, and don’t forget to buy silk socks!”

Torres' face turned from white to blue and then red, he sighed, walked to the door of the bedroom and turned back, hesitant to say: "...what color silk socks do you want?"

54

Torres went home and opened the door, and faintly heard Felix crying in the bathroom.

"Felix?" Torres asked the bathroom.

The moment Torres made a sound, the faucet in the bathroom was suddenly turned on, and the sound of rushing water instantly covered up other sounds.

"Felix, haven't you washed yet?" Torres pushed the bathroom door worriedly: Felix locked it inside.

"It'll be right away," Felix said with a strong nasal voice, "you can leave your clothes by the door of the bathroom."

"Well, it's not even 8 o'clock now, no store is open, and I can't buy any clothes. I'll take mine for you first, and I'll go again when the stores open at 9 o'clock."

Felix rarely lost his temper: "Just give me a bathrobe."

"Then, I put the clothes at the door." Torres was still a little uneasy. Although Felix said that he gave up on himself, what if Felix couldn't think about it for a while.He put down his clothes but didn't leave.

A few minutes later, the bathroom faucet was turned off, and Felix, naked, pushed the door open and reached for the bathrobe.