night fire

"You're fucking sick!" Acne finally came to his senses, and began to yell, and kept wiping the water off his face with his hands.

Zhao Qiyan stopped looking at him, straightened up and looked around the crowd.She is obviously still a pretty girl, but somehow it makes the people who are watched feel chills, and those who are seen by him subconsciously hide back.

He withdrew his gaze, turned his gaze to his hand, then let go of his five fingers, and watched the empty cup fall vertically, hitting the pimple's hand, and the fragments splashed everywhere.

Acne was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to curse again.

But he was stunned by what happened next.

Zhao Qiyan raised the cup in his right hand, lowered his eyes slightly, and tilted his wrist, allowing the clear ice water to flow down his forehead, bridge of his nose, chin, neck and into his collar.

The water seemed to have eyes, forming a moving river on his skin.

Rao even the pimples that were scared by Zhao Qiyan just now couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Zhao Qiyan opened his eyes and said to Acne, "Now we're even."

What he looked at was Lu Xiujin with a gloomy face.

Lu Xiujin's face was so gloomy that water dripped down, he was very annoyed, especially when he saw that Zhao Qiyan's eyelashes were still stained with water, and his shirt on his chest was more than half wet, he really wanted to pry this man's head open See what garbage is in there.

Such a beautiful face was blinded in vain.

He was so angry that he almost laughed: "Is this your way?"

Splash yourself with water?

Zhao Qiyan stroked his forehead back, and said with a sneer, "That's none of your business."

After speaking, he turned and pushed aside the crowd, and went to the lounge.

Only Lu Xiujin and a bunch of idlers were left behind.

After a long silence, Lu Xiujin burst out with a foul language: "...Fuck."

Then he looked around, "What are you looking at, why don't you fucking hurry up and let me go?"

The crowd scattered like birds and beasts for a while.

Lu Xiujin cursed a few more swear words and kicked down several surrounding tables before he calmed down.

And Zhao Qiyan didn't care about the tables and chairs in the bar—it wasn't his fault anyway, so how could he be asked to pay for it?He is always so righteous.

Likewise, he doesn't really care much about being complained about.If the customer deliberately finds fault, is it also his fault? Does the waiter have no human rights?Even if he was the one to blame, he still had the confidence to say such words that were neither humble nor overbearing.

So there was no need for him to do that - he wiped his hair in front of the mirror, and couldn't help but put down the towel on his hand while wiping.

"It's not necessary...why can't I help it?"

There wasn't much water in the glass, so after wiping it with a towel, it was probably dry, and the facial features were clearly reflected in the mirror.

Moist face, as if it has just experienced the rainy season.

The eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful, very similar to that person, but the nose is too sharp, after his mixed-race mother, the mouth seems to be carved out of a mold, and even the width of the smile is surprisingly similar—to say What's the difference, that is, he always likes to lick his lips, which makes his lips more bloody.

The man's lips were blue and purple all the year round, and he felt weak when he looked at it.

Sometimes family members would say that he said unnecessary things, why couldn't he help it?The tone is mostly complaining and worried.

But the man never listened, he just bit his pale lips and said plausibly, "That's not okay, how can you bear it? In this world, there is always a division of right and wrong, right and wrong, why do you keep enduring it? It's so unreasonable!"

Later, because of the sentence "it doesn't make sense", on a certain evening when the sun was setting, his lips completely lost all color, and since then he was only pale on the sickbed.

"Why can't you help it?" Zhao Qiyan took a tissue from the dressing table, slowly wiped his forehead and temples, and said to himself, "If only you could hold back."

Song Han pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing Zhao Qiyan who had taken off his shirt, he excitedly ran over and grabbed his neck from behind, saying, "Wow, look what cutie my sister caught."

Zhao Qiyan pulled the man off his body in a good-tempered manner, and asked, "Sister Li, my clothes are wet, can you lend me any?"

Song Han is tall and tall. Among these female colleagues, she is probably the only one who can borrow Zhao Qiyan's clothes.

Hearing that he wanted to lend clothes to Zhao Qiyan, Song Han's eyes lit up, running around with high heels thumping, searching all the clothes scattered around the lounge, and said, "Let's see which one you like."

Among the suspenders and tube tops, Zhao Qiyan picked out a black vest.

Song Han was a little disappointed, and lay carelessly on the sofa, revealing her entire white thighs in the high-slit hip-wrapping skirt.

"I still have this kind of clothes..." she muttered.

After Zhao Qiyan put it on, he looked in the mirror and touched his arm subconsciously.

Song Han became interested again when he saw it, and smiled and leaned over to touch Zhao Qiyan's arm, "Oh, Yanyan, your muscle lines are too lustful, my sister likes it so much..."

Zhao Qiyan turned a deaf ear to Song Han's "sexual harassment", and just asked, "Will it be cold to go out?"

So Song Han took out another denim jacket and gave it to him: "Here, remember to wash it and bring it here next time you come."

Zhao Qiyan put it on, and thanked her with a smile.Then I want to say goodbye.

Song Han blocked the door, tilted his head, and pointed at him.

Zhao Qiyan naturally leaned over to say goodbye to her face-to-face——Although Song Han looks very Asian, her father is actually half-French. She spent her entire childhood in France and is very familiar with this fashion. Bisous in European countries (Note: face-to-face gift, not a kiss.).

She closed her eyes slightly, and complained half-truthfully, "I don't mean to let you leave the kiss in the air."

"I dare not kiss you." Zhao Qiyan smiled and closed the door.

The author has something to say:

I don't have any relationship with this sister, just to highlight the cuteness of Yanyan from the side (Don't worry about it, moms!)