The warm breath stopped at Chi Xueyan's cheek. He was stunned for a moment and almost subconsciously wanted to withdraw.
He has never had such physical contact with anyone.
But under the reflection of the dim light, Chi Xueyan caught a glimpse of the faint flashing anxhery in his lover's eyes.
The palm around the waist just climbs to the edge of the corner of the clothes. Through the light and thin fabric in summer, there is a little enthusiasm, and the posture can be called a gentleman.
It is still the Heqiao, who is gentle and friendly in front of outsiders and rarely overdone.
But at the same time, he was enthusiastic and was clumsily and bluntly declaring his youthful possessiveness.
Thinking of the audience not far away, Chi Xueyan suddenly laughed.
He no longer resisted, but stretched out his hand and pulled He Qiao's slightly wrinkled collar with an arbitrary expression.
"This shirt is not bad."
The distance between each other was almost an embrace. Chi Xueyan looked lazily straight into her lover's eyes, and her voice was careless: "I only give you an hour. I have something to do tonight."
He Qiao's answer is naturally a gentle and obedient single word: "Okay."
The people leaning against the door of the box had seen enough of the excitement and sent a frivolous whistle.
Fang Shier covered the emotion in his eyes, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry to finally touch you today. It's late enough."
He deliberately didn't go to see Chi Xueyan, who had been curious for a long time. He politely stepped away and invited the couple of lovers who seemed to be in love.
He Qiao didn't hide his good mood at all and said honestly, "I was ordering the ring just now and had dinner on the way, so I'm sorry for being late."
"Ring?" Fang Shier took the opportunity to look at the hand that fell on Chi Xueyan's waist. "Isn't it already there?"
The colorful ball lights in the KTV box scattered psychedelic light spots, and the simple ring on their ring fingers was particularly prominent.
"Not formal enough." After He Qiao finished speaking, he couldn't wait to introduce his partner to his friends. His tone was full of the joy of the person who fell in love for the first time. "This is Xiaochi."
Fang Shier looked over and took the initiative to stretch out his hand: "Hello, Fang Shier."
Chi Xueyan felt as if he had heard of this easy-to-mouth name somewhere.
He looked at the handsome young man in front of him, smiled, and did not speak, as if he was too lazy to politely reply his full name.
Next, the temperamental red-haired young man got out of his lover's arms without saying a word, walked forward and casually found an empty seat on the luxurious leather sofa.
As soon as the group of young people who were having fun saw them appear, they immediately made a fuss, making a space in the center.
He Qiao was not surprised at all by Chi Xueyan's behavior, let alone dissatisfied. Instead, he walked quickly and sat down next to him.
The dominant relationship in this love is clear at a glance.
Fang Shier, who stayed in place, looked at his palm in the air. He was not ignored at all, but a trace of expected excitement flashed in his eyes.
He turned his back to the lovers who were surrounded by the hustle and bustle in the crowd, and closed the door of the private room with a look of com.
The music was deafening, and the strangers with gorgeous light spots on their bodies scrambled to report to their families, fearing that they would be timid in front of this dazzling newcomer.
And Chi Xueyan nestled in the sofa, occasionally responded perfunctorily, and did not remember a single name.
The marble tea table in front of him is full of cold dish and snacks, which He Qiao ordered for him. It is said that it is one of the specialties of the club, produced by the chef who specializes in digging from high-end restaurants.
He tasted a few, and it tasted really good.
You can bring your parents to taste it another day.
The sound equipment here is also very good, which is suitable for Korean songs, but the group of people around it is too noisy.
Fortunately, they quickly noticed Chi Xueyan's impatience, coupled with witnessing He Qiao's infinitely tolerant attitude towards him, which made them calm down a lot.
So in the still noisy room, a special landscape appeared in some parts.
Chi Xueyan, who was sitting in the middle of the crowd, looked lazily at the people around him playing, whispering to He Qiao beside him from time to time.
If someone sings pleasantly, he will listen quietly as a live performance.
The next person who got the microphone ran out of tune randomly. He just frowned and had always paid attention to his feelings, He Qiao reacted in time. He casually picked up a pillow on the sofa and threw it over. Like those familiar friends around him, he asked the other party to quickly hand over the microphone and get out of here.
The laughing young man dodged the flying pillow, deliberately held the microphone and shouted, "Brother He, why do you value sex and underestimate friends!"
This sentence spread throughout the dimly lighted room as the sound spread.
In the midst of laughter, He Qiao did not answer, and his expression was obvious. He quickly lowered his head again and concentrated on peeling the nuts in his hand.
Everyone can see the unspoken obsession.
The hard shell fell into the tray, and the nut meat was gently put into the palm of Chi Xueyan.
When you bite it, it tastes crispy and rich.
Chi Xueyan took one grain after another, and a smile in his eyes also bloomed.
For the first time, he found this so-called party quite interesting.
At the moment of intimate contact just now, he suddenly understood the meaning behind He Qiao's expression.
Sometimes, prejudice is also a useful weapon.
People in Kahashi don't mind being regarded as a fool lost in the so-called love, and he naturally doesn't mind.
It is better to conform to prejudice to be a strong leader who plays with innocent lovers between the palms of the hands than to force yourself to pretend to laugh with these people.
Anyway, he is the one who is served, and he doesn't work hard.
I have to admit that he has a tacit understanding with He Qiao.
Without words, they also cooperated seamlessly.
In some marginal positions, Fang Shier's performance is similar to usual.
The only difference is that he came alone today and did not bring the same female or male companions as before.
Compared with most of the people in the box who secretly looked at Chi Xueyan, he looked much calmer and rarely looked over.
Half an hour later, his mobile phone vibrated gently, and the waiter sent a message again.
Just as the song on the screen was sung to the end, Fang Shier reached out and turned down the volume, as if casually, "I also called a friend."
Someone followed the sound and looked over, and he deliberately looked at the He Bridge not far away and said, "Don't mind later."
He Qiao stopped his movements and seemed to subconsciously ask, "Who did you call?"
Fang Shier didn't say anything clearly. He got up to open the door and said in a sincere tone, "I think there is just a little misunderstanding between you two. It's a matter of being solved by getting together. If you don't fight, you won't know each other. We are all friends."
With his words, the door of the box was pushed open again, and the person who came opened his mouth and said, "Yo, it's so lively."
The young man who came in was wearing a T-shirt and beach shorts, with a refreshing headboard head and a gold necklace around his neck, which was a bit like an upstant.
He noticed the He Bridge in the center at a glance, and immediately smiled and strode over: "I'm also here. I'm really sorry for the last time."
On the contrary, He Qiao's face is not very good-looking, and it is rare to show a little irritability.
Chi Xueyan, who was on the sidelines, was very interested in the sudden insertion of the new program and asked him softly, "Who is this?"
The strange visitor also heard it. Without waiting for He Qiao to answer, he said attentively, "Chen Xinzhe, just call me Xiao Chen."
The surrounding people got out of the way. Chen Xinzhe sat down diagonally opposite the two and said with a smile, "I heard that Brother He is getting married. I'm just thinking of waiting for the wedding opportunity to make amends for him. I've prepared the gift."
With that, he looked at He Qiao apologetically: "It was purely a matter of luck that day. It was such a big gamble on a small thing. I was really hot holding it. I must return it to my brother. By the way, I will add a wedding gift."
A few words made Chi Xueyan understand the gap between the two.
Things that often happen among the rich second generation who are rich and idle.
"No need." In the face of Chen Xinzhe's request for peace, He Qiao's tone was not good, "I'm willing to gamble and lose."
Seeing that his attitude showed no sign of softening, Chen Xinzhe thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Why don't you return it? I'm talking nonsense. Don't take it seriously."
He casually grabbed the dice cup on the tea table and smiled sincerely: "Brother, won again today, isn't it enough?"
Fang Shier, who was beside him, said logically, "There is a win or loss in gambling? It's just to have fun. Everyone is joking. Don't take it seriously. Don't ignore us for days like last time..."
Chi Xueyan is so free to watch the excitement.
Chen Xinzhe is a smooth and clever human spirit, while Fang Shier has ulterior motives.
These two people are obviously simple "He Qiao" who can't cope with them.
In the black dice cup, the high-speed shaking dice hit the cold table with a crisp sound.
Five minutes later, He Qiao lost another car.
It was the seat car before he bought a new car, a luxury car worth millions.
A real annoyance flashed in He Qiao's eyes.
Chen Xinzhe, on the other hand, performed exaggerated surprise and shouted that he wanted to do it again, trying to dilute the hasty and expensive gambling in front of him into an insignicent game, and others also cooperated with the lively atmosphere.
Because of Heqiao's family background, no one will be stupid enough to anger him in person.
Ricule and contempt can only be kept in the heart and covered up with superficial respect.
This is something that everyone knows.
Only Chi Xueyan doesn't think so.
After spending the night together, he was sure that He Qiao was intentional.
Whether it's the luxury car that just lost in front of you or the last gamble with Chen Xinzhe.
Chi Xueyan likes this colorful night more and more.
But as a picky and arrogant lover, he showed a trace of unhappiness and got up mercilessly and left: "I'm going to the bathroom."
He Qiao pushed open the dice cup and stared at his disappearing back at a loss for a moment.
The words of relief from others suddenly surged up.
Fang Shier also quietly walked out of the box after seeing that his attention was diverted.
Walking through the dimly lit corridor again, Chi Xueyan was already in a different mood.
Looking at the reflection of the surrounding glass curtain wall, he remembered the Heqiao, which had been walking forward and backward with him not long ago.
They seem to be naturally suitable to walk side by side.
This thought flashed through his mind. Chi Xueyan smiled thoughtfully, and then stopped in front of the washstand in the bathroom and washed her hands by the way.
His hands are full of the fragrance of nuts.
The running water flowed through the fingertips, and footsteps came from behind.
"You really don't remember me?"
Chi Xueyan raised her head and saw Fang Shier reflected in the mirror.
He leaned against the wall and looked over, with a faint sense of loss in his tone.
"You just introduced yourself." Chi Xueyan didn't know why and asked directly, "What's the matter?"
"Not today. We have met before." Fang Shier smiled helplessly, "I asked you for the contact method."
Then he paused slightly: "But you refused."
Hearing this, Chi Xueyan finally reacted.
Maybe it was at a party he was forced to attend a long time ago.
Of course, he doesn't remember.
He has to remember even a blind date object that he has talked to seriously by numerical numbers, not to mention one of the countless pick-by.
If Fang Shier is a primary school student who does nothing to avoid seeing a dentist, he may leave a little impression.
Seeing his indifferent cold reaction, the smile on Fang Shier's face became more and more vivid.
He suddenly said firmly, "You don't love Heqiao."
This sentence surprised Chi Xueyan a little.
He raised his eyebrows and did not deny or admit, but waited for the other party to continue.
Under the dim yellow ceiling lamp, Fang Shier took a step closer to him.
"Since it's a game..." His soft voice was ambiguous and vague. "Why not find a more interesting person?"
Chi Xueyan finally understood his intention.
Then, he lowered his head with a flat expression, casually pulled a piece of paper, wiped the water stains on his hands slowly and orderly, and said casually, "For example?"
Fang Shier thought he had received a signal to continue.
So he got closer.
The dazzling red in front of me seemed to be within reach.
In the corridor a few meters away, He Qiao, who was obviously afraid that his heart would be angry, was not in the mood to stay any longer, and also left the box in a hurry.
When he was about to walk to the bathroom, he heard a loud noise of heavy objects falling to the ground.
The line of sight crossed the corner of the wall, and what came into view was an unexpected scene.
Fang Shier fell to the ground, as if he had just been punched. He was in pain and couldn't scream. He lowered his head awkwardly to cover his abdomen.
But He Qiao's expression is still calm.
His eyes still maintain the hot and long tenderness of tonight, and only the figure of his lover could be seen: "What's the matter, Xiaochi?"
He seems to be getting more and more used to this ordinary and intimate name.
Chi Xueyan looked at him for a few seconds, stretched out his fingers that had just been used, with a strong smile on his lips, and his tone was calm and arbitrary.
"He wants to lure you."
The author has something to say:
Xiaochi: You don't have fun with Heqiao.
He Qiao: ... Thank you?