The sick young master went to dance again

Beicheng at night is always lively and noisy.

The streets are full of traffic and people come and go.

Meet the bar at night.

The bar at night is even more enthusiastic, the atmosphere is very high, dim lighting, three-dimensional surround music envelopes every corner of the bar, the heart seems to be beating with the rhythm.

On the dance floor, young men and women are dressed in fashionable clothes, dancing with the dynamic music, enthusiastic and unrestrained, sensual, and intoxicated.

Among all kinds of young people, there are always a few who stand out from the crowd, and a stop there can attract the attention of most people, making it impossible to ignore.

Song Yuxing is one of them. It has been half an hour since he entered this bar named Ye Yu, and he has already met the tenth person who came to strike up a conversation with him, both male and female.

There were many people on the dance floor, and there were many eyes lingering on this young man, either with amazement and scrutiny, or naked desire to provocate.

The young man's handsome and delicate face was shrouded in the dim light. His skin was very fair, revealing a trace of morbid pallor, with a somewhat unreal hazy feeling. His facial features were between the immaturity and maturity of a teenager.

On his high nose bridge is a pair of thin-rimmed metal-rimmed glasses, and his amber eyes with light pupils are covered by transparent lenses, and there is a small tear mole under the end of the right eye, which is the reason for that. The pair of beautiful eyes added a bit of color.

The young man was wearing light blue ripped jeans, and his upper body was a black shirt with excellent drape. The hem of the clothes was tucked into the waistband of the trousers, making the waist covered by the material appear thinner, as if it was full of grip.

The two buttons on the top of the shirt were unbuttoned casually, revealing her fair chest and beautiful collarbone.

The young man's figure is tall and slender, and he dresses casually and sluggishly. He has the immaturity of a teenager, but also reveals a bit of sexiness. The pair of metal-rimmed glasses made him feel a bit more refined and scum.

This kind of combination seems to be contradictory, but it complements each other perfectly when placed on Song Yuxing's body. I don't know how many little 1s and little 0s have attracted the attention.

"Brother Xing, did you see the yellow hair at ten o'clock, and the green hair on the right, those wretched eyes seem to strip you naked."

Han Ye touched Song Yuxing's arm with his elbow, and clicked his tongue helplessly, "Just tell you not to dress up so fancy."

Song Yuxing swayed her body carelessly to the rhythm of the music, held a glass of beautifully colored cocktail in her slender and well-proportioned hand, and took a sip with her head up.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced in the direction Han Ye said, and said flatly, "It's too ugly."

It's about the two yellow and green ones.

Han Ye curled his lips, "That's because you have high vision."

Those who came to strike up a conversation in front of me are not bad looking, Song Yuxing doesn't even look straight at one of them, tsk... Maybe it's because his buddy looks like a fairy, and his eyes are not good. It's as high as the sky.

Who makes people look good, I can't be envious.

No, someone came to strike up a conversation again, and it was less than 10 minutes since the previous buddy came to strike up a conversation.

This time, she is a very beautiful little girl with a good figure, protruding forward and backward, wearing a miniskirt, showing a pair of white and thin legs, with a calm and confident smile on her beautiful face, and she looks at Song Yuxing sweetly. Said: "Little handsome guy, can you add a WeChat?"

There's no reason to refuse such a top-notch beauty, isn't it?

However, Song Yuxing just glanced at her lightly, then looked away, and calmly spit out a sentence: "Sorry, I'm gay, I like men."

Han Ye: "..."

Nima, you blind little gay!