shadow striker

After dinner, Siwok packed up the tableware gracefully but quickly, and Toure returned to his study.And Francisco, just like what he said when he met Yue Yihuang outside, took him to a room with a variety of alcoholic beverages and French windows with a beautiful view, and mixed a cocktail for him , only the two of them.

"What would you like to drink?"

"I don't know much about those..."

"Don't you usually go to the bar for a drink?"

"Actually... I don't go much. How about a beer?"

It seemed that the night had completely fallen, and when he entered the room dedicated to wine tasting, Francisco opened all the curtains in the room.Through the faint street lights, they seem to be able to see the hill that is very close to here, and the house full of Italian style in the distance.

This room seemed to be Francisco's study at the same time.There is a large bookcase inside, which is filled with various books, but there is no desk or computer.The comfortable sofa is facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing people to enjoy the distant scenery, no matter day or night.

Yue Yihuang's answer made Francisco let out a low laugh.

"If I remember correctly, did I mean you to come and have a drink I made? Or did you think I could make a beer?"

At this time, the crystal chandelier was turned on in Francisco's study room, but he felt that maybe the dim light would be more suitable for this moment.So he turned off the crystal chandelier and turned on another, not so bright light.Looking at the man with black hair and fair skin in front of him, he was silent for a moment, and then he took out the rum in hand almost without checking with his eyes, mixed it with lime juice, cut open a lime, squeezed out Lemon juice, plus soda water and special syrup boiled every day, and finally added torn mint leaves.

After adding all the ingredients, Francisco began to shake the wine shaker. When the wine shaker made a sound, he could almost feel Yue Yihuang's eyes watching him under the dim light, which made him feel the sound in his throat. thirsty.There was a sense of intoxication in his eyes, but he didn't dare to look at the person who made him feel a little drunk before he drank a drop of wine.

The atmosphere seemed to be smelled of wine at this moment, but because of the coolness of the mint, it became a little cold, just like the feeling Yue Yihuang gave when they first met.

Pour the wine into a wine glass filled with ice cubes and sliced ​​limes, and place a few mint leaves appropriately.Francisco finally put the glass of wine in front of Yue Yihuang.

"Try it, maybe there are many people who like it, but I think...you will be the most suitable person for it."

With a green and slightly sweet taste, it exudes the magic of wine.Cold, with light-colored melancholy, but tough, he captivated the person who mixed the glass of wine for him in an inadvertent moment when they first met.

"Mojito?"

Although Yue Yihuang didn't drink much, he wouldn't be ignorant of all these things.So he raised his eyes and looked at Francisco, who got a nod in reply.

"I thought you'd give me a Long Island iced tea."

"For the infrequent drinker, a Long Island Iced Tea is down the drain. I don't like the limp concoction."

Francisco smiled. When Yue Yihuang drank his first sip of mojito, Francisco dared to focus on the person in front of him in this dimly lit room, looking at his slightly trembling eyelashes, looking at His side face looks too delicate.

"Although, I've only had a mojito once before, but I think I should be able to say that you tuned it really well, and it makes people very impulsive to drink a mojito tonight."

"Mojito? A shot? I bet you're going to pass out."

"Ha, drunk. I haven't tried it yet. I hope it won't be a hard feeling."

"Trust me, don't try it, it's not a good feeling."

Yue Yihuang smiled, and continued to drink the mint-scented cocktail.It's an intoxicating night.The two chatted with each other with a sip of wine and a few words, and the words were innocuous, but it seemed that the other party had known each other for a long time.

That feeling...was actually good.

Yue Yihuang unknowingly drank a lot of cocktails.Those tasted good, but they were made with rum after all. When he found out, he felt dizzy when he stood up, and he almost grabbed the back of the sofa. fell down.

In a daze, he saw the man in the black shirt walking towards him, raised his shoulders, and whispered something in his ear.Yue Yihuang shook his head, and found that although the dizziness had eased a bit, the feeling still followed him like a shadow.So he had to smile apologetically to Francisco.

"Sorry, I seem to be a little dizzy. Maybe you have to trouble me to send me back. My home address is..."

However, before Yue Yihuang could finish speaking, Francisco had already carried him to the third floor.That's where... his bedroom was.It seems that there are clearly cleaned guest rooms here, but Francisco still does not know what kind of emotion caused Yue Yihuang, who was unconscious but conscious, to his bedroom.

Obviously... He has never let his closest bed partner sleep in his bedroom.But today...he seemed to want to watch this man lying on his big bed, and watch him fall asleep.

Francisco went to the bathroom connected to the bedroom to get a wet towel, wiped Yue Yihuang's face and lips.When the white towel touched Yue Yihuang's lips, which had become more colorful from drinking, Francisco slowed down, touched it with his thumb subconsciously, and told him rationally what he was doing at this moment. When he was doing something, he stopped his hands suddenly, then threw the towel on the bedside table, dragged off the trousers and jacket for Yue Yihuang, and covered him with a thin quilt.

Under the dual effects of alcohol and a strong biological clock, Yue Yihuang fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the comfortable and soft bed, and his breathing became longer.However... this kind of him actually caused Francisco to suffer from insomnia.

He unbuttoned his shirt and sat on the head of the bed in a chic posture.The soft moonlight poured in from the window, setting off his facial features so perfectly, as if it was the sculpture that the artist loved most.However, his eyes only stayed on that person for a long time.

Francisco stretched out his hand hesitantly, and stretched out his hand with slender and strong fingers towards Yue Yihuang, but when his fingers touched Yue Yihuang's lips lightly, he withdrew abruptly.

Gently lifting the quilt, he finally slid his body down and lay down on the bed, but during this series of processes, he was actually the one who was lying beside him with his eyes and breathing long.After closing his eyes and struggling for a long time, Francisco finally lay on his side, stretched out his hands to Yue Yihuang, and took the man who was not wearing a shirt into his arms.He even lowered his head and touched the shoulders of the people around him with his lips.

Such a warm body temperature made it impossible to let go at this night.