Xia Lang

The water vapor is hazy, as if covered with a layer of light gauze.

He took advantage of the darkness to hide his excess emotions, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "What about Sunday?"

Li Zhaozhuo raised his eyebrows, surprised that Song Linju would take the initiative to ask him, "I should be fine on Sunday."

Putting away the umbrella, the two faced each other. Only then did Song Linju notice the large water stains on Li Zhaozhuo's other shoulder. Almost half of his body was wet, and his shoulder was a little wet at most.

It was he who deliberately leaned out, but it was Li Zhaozhuo who got wet.

Song Linju's throat was dry, and he didn't know what to say, "You..."

Li Zhaozhuo followed his gaze, pulled his lower lip lightly, and didn't care much, "It's nothing, I just want to change clothes when I go home."

"Then I'll go first." He opened the umbrella, turned his back to Song Linju, waved his hands back casually, and strode away.

Obviously a passionate person, but he came from the rain and left in the rain.

"Ah."

Song Linju responded after knowing it, and the low voice was scattered in the howling wind and violent rain, and he didn't know if the people in front of him who were in the wind and rain heard it.

Song Linju stood where he was, letting the water mist fall on his face along the slanting wind, causing a chill, watching the direction the person was leaving, and did not go upstairs until the tall figure disappeared completely in the darkness.

After Song Linju took a shower, he sat at the desk with a pen as usual.

But at this moment, his expression was stunned, and the pen in his hand could not help swimming smoothly across the exercise book, like a fish with muscle memory swimming skillfully in the water.

The rain outside the window became heavier again, and the siren of a car downstairs was triggered by the heavy rain. The harsh and rapid sound made Song Linju's mind return to the exercise book in front of him.

The pattern on it made him even worse.

He unconsciously drew the back of a man, with a straight back, broad shoulders, and long legs moving like a walking clothes hanger.

This is the back view of Li Zhaozhuo gradually disappearing into the rain with an umbrella tonight.

The lines of the black signature strokes are interspersed on the text, and the back view and the text obviously exist at the same time, but the back image seems to overbearingly cover the text, so that he can only see the back view now.

Song Linju smeared out the stick figure impatiently, and the messy lines were just like his current state of mind.

It's not that he can't see that Li Zhaozhuo has an inexplicable interest in him, as if he wants to be friends with him.

And he didn't want Li Zhaozhuo to get too close, but he also didn't want Li Zhaozhuo to hate him.

You can't always have this capricious attitude towards Li Zhaozhuo.

What should he do?

Let nature take its course?Or completely alienated?

Song Linju has not been indecisive since he was a child, but he was unable to make a decision on this matter.

There are more and more black lines on the back, as if to devour the painting.

Li Zhaozhuo came out of the bathroom and looked at himself seriously for the first time in front of the full-length mirror.

Every time Song Linju met him, his eyes would sweep across his face, and then he would either look away or hang his head down.

His rejection of him... To be precise, it should be avoidance, which made him really curious, is he really that fierce looking?So fierce that he doesn't even want to look at him?

He stared blankly at himself in the mirror, and soon some helplessness appeared on his face.

Well, I look... It seems, like, probably, maybe, a little fierce.

Especially the oblique scratches on the hairline made him look like a bad boy from the society.

It was already a habit of his to return to the short cut every winter and summer vacation, because the old man would throw him into the army for a period of time, which required a short cut, and he himself felt that the short cut was convenient.

Every time he pushed the haircut, only this time his hand slipped a bit, resulting in streaks and almost scratching his scalp.

He thought it was nothing at the time, as long as he could see it, but he didn't expect that it would have an impact on his social life...

After finishing business on Saturday, Li Zhaozhuo invited the other people out at night.

Several people were sitting on the balcony on the second floor of the bar. The dancers in scantily dressed dancers were dancing vigorously. A group of people whose faces could not be seen clearly were dancing and jumping frantically. The atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter due to the emotional music.

After a while, the bar manager brought a bunch of young and beautiful girls into the box.

Sun Wenhao casually ordered two innocent girls to stay and pour wine. One was wearing a long white dress and the other was wearing a school uniform and short skirt of an unknown school.

The girl dressed as a school girl is ambitious, and in the conversations with these people, she faintly sensed that they were headed by men with short hair.

And the man happened to be her favorite type, with a tough and aggressive appearance, a tall and strong figure, and a slender and strong hand holding the wine glass.

Especially the scratch near the hairline made him look unruly and fierce.

According to her experience, this person must have a lot of capital, just thinking about it makes her feel a little weak.

Sun Wenhao only asks them to pour wine, but if there is no opportunity, the school uniform girl creates an opportunity by herself.

When she was pouring the wine, she leaned on the short-haired man intentionally or unintentionally. When he noticed that he was looking at him, her face flushed, and she looked at him with desire to refuse. Mei.

It's not that Sun Wenhao and the others didn't see the clumsy seduction of the girl in school uniform, they didn't make a sound because they were waiting for the master to speak.

When I came out to play with them before, they hugged left and right, but he didn't let anyone touch a finger, he just held a glass of wine and sipped slowly beside him, a proper abstinence monk style.

Brother Zhuo is good-looking, and it's not that there were no ignorant girls who approached him before.

But what came to him was Brother Zhuo's impatient and cold "Get out", and those who wanted to pull Brother Zhuo would be pushed to the ground.

But unexpectedly, this time Li Monk Zhaozhuo just casually raised his eyelids and looked away, as if the woman was not touching him.

Several people looked at each other in surprise.

Sun Wenhao, who had just grabbed a handful of melon seeds and was about to watch a show, suddenly felt the fragrance of the melon seeds in his hand.

Brother Zhuo, what happened to him today?Sudden sex change?

This kind of default-like attitude greatly increased the confidence of the school uniform girl. She was no longer satisfied with lightly touching her twice, and her hands began to grope irregularly on her sturdy body.

Li Zhaozhuo still let her go, just took a sip of the amber wine in his hand, and the ice cubes in the glass jingled.

The man's silent indulgence made the obsession in the eyes of the girl in school uniform more obvious. She stared at the man's thin lips that were glowing with water, and slowly moved towards him.

The strong fragrance of flowers on her body made Li Zhaozhuo frowned.

Right now is the woman's full lips with lipstick, his brows were tightened, and at the last moment he finally turned his head unbearably.

The woman's soft lips brushed against the side of her face, like a soft worm crawling across her cheeks, it was disgusting.

The woman didn't kiss and didn't get entangled, her soft hands crawled down like a snake, Li Zhaozhuo not only didn't feel the slightest pleasure, but wentose bumps all over her body.

He clenched the skillfully swaying hand on his body, and the woman screamed coquettishly when she was squeezed by his strength, and she glared at him like silk.

Li Zhaozhuo's eyes locked on her charming eyes, and his voice was low and magnetic, "Do I look fierce?"

Unexpectedly, this seemingly cruel man would actually talk to her. The woman was surprised and delighted, and quickly replied in a soft voice, "It's not fierce, how could it be fierce, you are very sexy."

This is her heart.

The man in front of him does have a tough and sexy sexiness that belongs to a man, fierce and lustful, full of hormones, making people's legs weak when he looks at him, but because of the careless coldness between his eyebrows and eyes, he also has a bit of abstinence.

The contradiction is mysterious, and people can't help but want to explore and conquer.

Li Zhaozhuo stopped talking under the obsessive eyes of the woman, thinking to himself, could it be that the aesthetics of men and women are different?

When the school uniform girl was rubbing around restlessly again, he pushed her away, his ruthless movements were like slapping away flying insects on his shoulder.

Clinging to Li Zhaozhuo's school uniform girl like a dodder, she sat down on the ground, her tailbone hurting.

Before she could adjust her expression and say something like crying, the man wrinkled his eyebrows and said impatiently, "Get out."

Like a violent lion digging the ground that has been violated.

The girl in the school uniform caught a glimpse of the unconcealed hostility in the man's eyes, her body froze, ignoring the pain, and immediately limped away, not as coquettish as when she came.

Seeing the figure of the woman fleeing for her life, Li Zhaozhuo took another sip of cold wine, trying to suppress the restlessness in her heart.

Not right, everything is not right.

I was supposed to come out to calm down my anger tonight, but the anger didn't go away, and I was forced to respond. It's really unlucky.

Sun Wenhao looked at his brother Zhuo flirting with the lady abnormally with a dazed expression, and then watched brother Zhuo kick him out with an ugly face.

He spat out the melon seeds in his mouth, "What's the matter, brother Zhuo? That lady doesn't suit you?"

Li Zhaozhuo rolled his eyes, moved his thin lips, and sneered, "The fragrance is too strong, the mouth is too thick and red, and the hands are short and small."

The other woman in a white skirt who was honestly pouring wine heard this series of comments, and lowered her head to hide the uncontrollable smile at the corner of her mouth.

How much this person dislikes Su Ling.

Su Ling has a pure appearance, but her thick lips add some lust to her. The contradictory temperament of pure and lust makes Su Ling very popular in the club, and she is extremely proud.

If Su Ling heard that her proud sexy thick lips and slender hands were disliked like this, her expression would definitely be pretty.

Hearing Brother Zhuo's venomous comments, Sun Wenhao was dumbfounded, and for a moment doubted whether the people he ordered were really that bad.

Zhou Yan shook the burning smoke at his fingertips, and asked with a smile like a nobleman, "Then what does Ah Zhuo like? We will help you pay attention next time."

dream

Li Zhaozhuo was taken aback for a moment, staring at the burning cigarette butt and began to think carefully...

Like what?

If it is a light and refreshing floral fragrance, the lips are moderately thick