kiss Me

There's no need to argue with drunks.

——The third time when someone took the opportunity to grab his hand while shifting gears, Lin Wu took a deep breath and crushed this sentence in his heart.

He shook off that hand and glanced at the drunken man on the passenger seat. Since the owner of the car was still in the back seat, he could only drive as fast as he could, and silently insulted the car in his heart. It is a manual transmission, why the back seat is full of things, so the drunk can only sit in the co-driver, and why he didn't take two symbolic sips of wine at the dinner table.

Fortunately, it was not far away, and the navigation was quite reliable, so no detours were made. After 10 minutes, he stopped at the gate of a certain community, watched the owner get off the car and left, thinking that the task was half completed, so he couldn't help but relax. With a sigh of relief, he lowered his head and entered the next navigation destination.

He didn't look in Wang Han's direction, but he knew that those snake-like eyes were tightly wrapped around his body, and his gaze was so wet and cold that it was tiresome.

If this person is not his nominal teacher and his mother's caring student, he actually wants to stop and leave, leaving him here to fend for himself.

No one spoke along the way, only the patter of rain outside the car window and the occasional navigation announcement—before Lin Wu started to think about whether to play a song to divert his attention, the female voice reminding the speed limit was suddenly silenced. People cut off.

"Xiao Wu..." The instigator's hand moved from the screen to his thigh, climbing up bit by bit like a snake, his voice was as dark and nasty as his movements, "You know, when you called that day... It's so beautiful, like a work of art, so beautiful that I want to keep it—save it and watch it again and again..."

His hobbies are distorted to the same extent as his - it turns out that this is how it feels to be said this way, and thanks to his brother's good temper, he can still accept it after listening to him for so many years.

Lin Wu raised his eyebrows, glanced to see that there was no car following him, braked suddenly before the traffic light, shook off his hand, and warned each word: "Teacher, respect yourself."

Wang Han, however, seemed to hear something interesting. Not only was he not annoyed, but Shi Shiran changed his sitting position, continued to look at him with disgusting eyes, and then said softly and meaningfully: "You like role-playing."

After all, without giving him a chance to say anything more, he fell asleep with his head tilted, exercising ten percent of the privilege of a drunkard.

Lin Wu frowned and glanced at the place he touched, feeling a little distressed for the pants that he would soon throw into the trash can. After a moment of silence, he was persuaded by the bottom line of morality and rejected the decision to abandon the car and leave. Thoughts—Anyway, he is a person in the industry. After this night, he will always have a way to settle accounts after the fall.

The navigation was turned off, so he could only drive forward based on his memory. While recalling the landmark buildings near the hotel, he thought in a strange way that he wanted to call Qin Shu a little bit.

But after staying outside for a day, the phone has only a dozen percent of battery left—forget it.

Until he walked through the lobby of the hotel, Wang Han was quite calm. After realizing that no one was going to mess with him, he still knew that he was leaning on the wall and walking forward. Lin Wu was so peaceful that he suspected that he was really drunk and lost his mind. , or trying to pretend to be drunk.

Facts have proved that doubts are superfluous, this person is just wearing a gentle skin, and instinctively refuses to show timidity in front of others.

However, as soon as he walked into an unoccupied corner, that layer of skin immediately disappeared without a trace, revealing the prototype of a beast with fangs underneath.

When his wrist was grabbed, Lin Wu froze for a moment, frowned by the overwhelming smell of alcohol, and missed the best time to resist—the next second the room card fell to the ground, and he was turned and pressed against the door panel Before he had time to struggle, he was strangled by the neck forcefully.

What is he, a physique that attracts fans of suffocating play?

"Don't move around, I'll strangle you if you dare to move." Wang Han's strength was much stronger than he imagined, and the pain caused by pinching his fingers into the flesh was even more vivid than the feeling of suffocation. The hot and humid breath sprayed on his face, Mixed with the smell of alcohol and the greasy male fragrance, he made a conscious effort to recognize his face, but he was grabbed by the neckline and forcibly snapped back.

Comparing brute force alone is obviously not his opponent, not to mention being pinched by someone's weakness, a drunken murderer will not have any trade-offs to speak of.

Struggling to no avail, Lin Wu lowered his eyes, fumbled and pressed the phone a few times with his only free hand, and was already a little out of breath—shortness of breath, sequelae of a cold.

Wang Han seemed very satisfied with his forbearance and obedience, he loosened his restraint a little, pushed his whole body down, and lowered his head to kiss his lips.

It should be a warming thing for the blocked blood to recirculate, but at that moment he only felt cold, and even his heartbeat was frozen in the cold nausea.

He turned his head instinctively, his heart skipped a beat when the saliva brushed his cheek, and his rationality almost collapsed. He pushed Wang Han away with all his strength, trying to escape from the gap between Wang Han's body and the door frame, and got down. In a second, he was stopped by the waist, and he slammed back on the door panel, making a muffled sound.

Then he slapped him on the left side of the face—the place where the saliva rubbed off, like a deliberate mockery.

"It's so beautiful," Wang Han caressed his flushed cheeks, and looked at him with a half-smile, his focus was swaying, like a lunatic, "When I first saw you—hiccup, At that time, I was fascinated by you, wanted to kiss you, and took you to open a room... You are the same person as me, I can tell that you are not a normal person..."

"Have you been touched by a man, have you slept? - The person who called you that day, right..."

Not far away, there was the sound of wheels coming from far and near, which seemed to be a dining car delivering supper.Wang Han was obviously taken aback for a moment, stopped the series of obscene words, and looked up in that direction.

It's really embarrassing for him to be so drunk as a beast but still know how to lose face.

Lin Wu couldn't help sneering in his heart, took the opportunity to raise his knees suddenly, and slammed into the opponent's unsuspecting abdomen, struggling to avoid the drunkard's retching without warning, panting for two seconds, before the waiter pushed the dining car After turning the corner, he flipped and kicked the opponent, and stuffed a room card into the person's mouth.

The hard card was embedded in the flesh of the corner of the mouth, temporarily depriving Wang Han of the right to speak other than screaming in pain.

"He's drunk, please contact your staff to take care of him, preferably a security guard." Lin Wu walked quickly to the waiter, pointed to the position of his temple, and expressed a feeling between distress and irritability. Confessed with a subtle expression, "I have a little mental problem, and no one looks prone to accidents."

After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath, tried to calm down and straightened his hair and clothes, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

The rain has not stopped, and it seems to be much heavier than half an hour ago.

Looking at the pouring rain, Lin Wu hesitated for a moment, then handed over the car keys that did not belong to him to the front desk, told him that he would contact the owner of the car tomorrow to pick it up, then took a taxi, and plunged into the rain.

In fact, he has nowhere to go. On a rainy day, at 5.00 o'clock in the middle of the night, the battery of his mobile phone is only [-]%. There are intentions.

"Sorry." Noticing that the other party was looking at his red and swollen left cheek through the rearview mirror, he pulled the corner of his mouth and said softly, "I don't remember what it's called, please go straight, I'll tell you when it's time to stop."

Finally he stopped in front of a small noodle shop that was still closed—the noodle shop itself was nothing special, but it was opposite the police station.

He was dripping wet, with rain dripping down his trousers, like an umbrella that was not dried and causing trouble to others, and his face was covered with horrific injuries. To the old man who runs a noodle restaurant late at night, he might be called an unexpected guest ——He doesn't have the strength to deal with people now.

The "uninvited guest" squatted down at the door very self-aware, as if being comforted by the warm yellow light mixed with pickles, finally heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the rainwater off his face twice, and realized helplessly that he was shaking , The cold that has just stabilized for a short time seems to be making a comeback again.

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed the number he knew so well.

It turns out that the recording also consumes a lot of power—he still had to think about it before the call was connected—if the waiter came a few minutes late, he didn’t know if his poor 5.00% power would be enough. It's too bad luck to drain your phone's battery in an unfamiliar place.

However, the next second the phone was connected, Qin Shu's gentle voice came into his ears, and he suddenly lost the strength to think.

"Brother Xiao Su..." He heard the strong cry in his words, and he didn't know when he picked it up—it was normal when he talked to the taxi driver just now.

Qin Shu was obviously taken aback by him, and asked him what happened.

It should be explained, but he couldn't say anything, he couldn't even breathe, he could only press his aching cheek against the screen of the phone, repeating it nervously over and over again.

"elder brother……"

"I want to see you."