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, I don't know what he wants to do, just when I thought his head was going to come closer again, I heard him say to me: "You didn't refuse."

I hurriedly said, "I just... can't express that feeling, I..."

"Then you didn't say no," he put his arms around me and whispered in my ear, and I froze for a while, then said, "Can you let me go? It's a little hot."

He shook his head, "No."

Then he bit my neck lightly, I was startled, then he raised his head and said:

"Can you accept it now?"

The sun shines through the clean glass to form a faint halo, the potted plant in the corner seems to survive without watering, and the model in the center of the ceiling is shaken by the breeze coming in from the balcony.James' cell phone rang at this moment. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, then turned to the side, picked up the phone, and then threw it aside.

"Get up." He sat up and said, and then walked out by himself. I picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that the screen was full of garbled characters.

"Security system," he said in the bathroom, "do you want one? It works well, as long as you can choose the right person with the number."

I smiled, thinking that it is useless for me to hold this kind of thing, who am I going to call?The director of the orphanage? ? ?

"Who knows your number?"

"Rachel," he said, "and the fifteen nerds in the house, two brothers and three sisters I hate, but you have to admit, they're kind of entertaining in some cases. , They also called the day before yesterday, saying that our mother found an old man from other places, and the two had sex the first time they met."

As he said that, he came out topless, and I stood up and walked to the first floor. While getting dressed, he said, "Accompany me to the bar later, I have to find someone as soon as possible, otherwise the group of people at home Just bring me some so-called beautiful girls.”

"What?" I turned my head, "It seems... nothing to do with me, what am I doing there?"

He was dressed at this time, and I was standing by the stairs, he came over and suddenly carried me on his shoulders and then went downstairs, "You go if you have nothing to do, or I will cut off the power here, look at you How long can this otaku last."

"Okay," I said, "I want a phone."

He chuckled, opened the door and let me down.

"Hey! James!" The neighbor next to him greeted him, "You should have left the house three hours ago—this is?" He suddenly saw me, "Is this the legendary little James?"

"These people don't know he's dead," James said, turning his head to me, and I nodded, and he turned to the neighbor, "As you can see, he wasn't this tall last year." .”

The neighbor chuckled, and James stepped aside to open the garage, and he beckoned me over.

"Is this Datz?" I looked at the car and said, I didn't see the brand of this SUV clearly yesterday, but now I have a closer look, and the heavy model reminded me of the name immediately.

"That's right," he said, opening the car door. "You're the first person here to recognize it."

"As you said, otaku know everything except the word 'otaku'."

"Okay, let's go in."

He smiled and shoved me in, and the car started, and the neighbor greeted him again, and James reminded him that he was pouring water on someone else's roses.

The car ran onto the highway half an hour later, and James kept telling cold humorous jokes. I was sweating while listening to it, so I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, and responded to him every few minutes. Turning a blind eye to my pretending to be asleep, just when I was really about to fall asleep, he stopped the car suddenly. I opened my eyes and found that the car had parked in front of a bar.

"It's just in a small county," he said to me, looking at the bar. "I actually prefer Rachael's, but Rachel obviously doesn't want me to go there anymore."

"That's not certain," I said, "maybe she needs you."

He smiled, "Does someone need to beat her up?"

As he spoke, he opened the car door and walked down. There was a wide river on the side of the road. There were a few old people practicing Tai Chi on the side. Several beauties passing by pointed at him when they saw James get out of the car. , a girl with long hair bared her shoulders, James shook his head and pulled me out of the car.

"I'll beat anyone who says the girls here are conservative."

I smiled slightly, those girls obviously couldn't walk anymore, they were posing like a model, staring straight at James.

"Perhaps the disastrous appearance of the country and the people is perfectly reflected in you," I joked with him, "but to be honest, you guys in Europe and the United States all look alike, and once you turn 35, you must be a handsome uncle who is awesome ,How old are you?"

"It's exactly 35 this year," he said, patting my head, and then dragged me into the bar quickly. The girls stomped their feet and were stopped by the security guard when they were about to follow in.

"Why can they go in?!" A girl said loudly in dissatisfaction.

The bar was very deserted, probably because there were not many people in the bar due to the daytime, James pulled me skillfully to a table, and then ordered two small dishes to the waiter, at this time I saw the person behind James The person sitting on the table smiled ambiguously at me, and I hurriedly moved aside.

"Why do we come here during the day," I whisper to James, I'm sweating and the air-conditioning doesn't seem to be doing much.

He shrugged, then took a sip from his glass and said, "You'll know after a long time that this place is chaotic at night."

"This kind of bar is chaos at night."

The waiter brought the food at this time, and James gave him a small tip.

"You watch too much TV," he said to me, picking up a fork, "but it's also true."

As he spoke, he began to eat. I really didn't know what I was doing here. I just ate a few small bites of the food on the table, and it tasted like too much soy sauce.James ate with relish, I saw him push the plate in front of him like a refugee, he looked up at me, "Aren't you hungry?"

"No appetite." I said to him with a shrug.

He nodded, but still pushed the dish back, then he glanced around, stood up after a few seconds and said, "You just stay here and don't go, don't talk to anyone unless there are special circumstances."

As he said that, he walked past me, and I turned around and saw a man raising his glass to him.

I just lay on the back of the chair and watched him sitting opposite the man, watching them laughing at each other very bored, the man seemed to me nothing attractive except for being stronger, his hair It is draped over the shoulders, and when it smiles, it shows strangely white teeth.

But overall, he's still pretty good...or James has a bit of a problem with his taste.

I was watching them thinking wildly, when suddenly someone patted my shoulder, I turned my head and found that the waiter held a glass of wine and put it in front of me.

"The gentleman gave it to you," he said. "Is there anything else you want?"

I craned my neck and glanced behind the waiter, and found that it was the same person at that table, still smiling at me.

"I really need—please help me send this wine back, and then say a word to him."

The waiter touched his head, "What are you talking about?"

"Remind him he just took a sip of wine with his own snot in it," I said.

The waiter smiled awkwardly, then picked up the wine and walked back. I saw him take the wine from the man's table, and the man was obviously a little uncomfortable.Just then, someone tapped me on the shoulder again.

I turned my head and saw a person standing behind me smiling at me.

"Can I sit down?" he said with a smile.

This guy is good looking, just doesn't look gay...

"Whatever." I said to him.

So he walked over to me and sat down, I didn't know how to greet him, he just raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, I was a little depressed and didn't know what to say.

After persisting like this for about 5 minutes, he straightened his body with a light cough, and then put his hands on the table: "Why are you here?"

"Are you always pretending to have known me for a long time?" I looked at him. "Obviously, the purpose of my two visits is the same, but I came here with others, and you came here with yourself."

He laughed a few times, seeming a little embarrassed.

"Do I look old?"

"If I were you, I would never wear a red shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of green sneakers. It can't make you look old, but it can make you look like a big dye vat."

He stared at his clothes carefully, and suddenly he smiled, walked over and sat next to me, and said, "You have studied so carefully, do you want to use your hands to replace me?"

"I'm a mountain man," I said with my hands on the table, "the mountain man has his own tricks. You always look so strong and powerful, don't you only have the ability to put on clothes but not take them off?"

This is blatantly ironic, maybe it can't be said that way, but it's more or less what it means.Immediately his face darkened,