【jojo five parts】【velvet rice】Deliberately Shortsighted

CP: Joe Loomis

*Slight BDSM.No meat!It's actually Hurt/Comfort.

*In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Mr. Rong is 18 years old and Mi Si is 21 years old.

Summary: Police undercover Mista walked into a BDSM club in order to investigate the case, mistakenly identified the big boss Rong Zong as a rookie, and determined to ask him for information.

Generally speaking, I think Mi Si is a very optimistic guy, but when he encounters 4 or sees the doctor's plane leaving, he will suddenly become very depressed... Because this contrast is very interesting, so I deliberately enlarged it in the text This point (≡ω≡.). ooc must exist, please note.

rookie.

He knew it the first time he caught a glimpse of the kid.Rookie, novice, just entered this circle not long ago, maybe encountered a particularly lonely night, or finally couldn't hold back the youthful vigor, so they mustered up the courage to step into this store to have fun.That guy looked like he didn't even graduate from high school, and his face was so green.His blond hair was combed into a strange shape, which was incompatible with the thick and exaggerated golden embroidered button-down coat on his body, like a kid who secretly wore his father's clothes to show off.Having said that, Mista's own clothes are also very strange.Today, it is rare for him to carry a gun or a woolen cap. Without these two constants in life, he feels that even his confidence is so weak.Not to mention that his upper body is a thin silver-black mesh vest, with wheat-colored skin faintly revealing under the fine mesh. The vest is deliberately woven very short, so that the tight and well-proportioned waist and abdomen can be seen at a glance; while the lower body is wearing a striped The black leather pants were too faithful and tight to his thighs and buttocks, which made him uncomfortable and embarrassed.

It's all right, this outfit looks great, and it definitely complements your temperament.Earlier, Trish had assured him so.At that moment, the girl stepped on three-inch high heels, walked quickly around in front of a row of clothes that made him jaw-dropping, and at the same time muttered something.Finally, she picked out these vests and leather pants, stuffed them into Mista's hands contentedly, and then pushed him into the fitting room.After Mista reluctantly put it on, Trixiu just took a look and smiled happily, while circling around him, trying to take out his mobile phone to take pictures secretly while walking around behind him.Mista only felt a slight chill on his back, while his face was hot.

Do I have to dress like this?Finally, he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

certainly.Trixie replied in a serious tone without even blinking her eyes. At the same time, she continued to press the shutter lightly and quickly without stopping.This is required by the mission, she waved a finger, and said, if you don't dress up properly, you will definitely wear clothes and be thrown out.You don't want to screw it up either, Mista?

Mista sighed.Of course he didn't want to screw it up.They have been tracking down that man for almost three months, but there is no clue at all. The entire police team searched and investigated day and night. He came back with the same drooping face.With no progress in the case and continuous overtime work and staying up late, team leader Bugarati's black bangs, which were originally as bright and smooth as satin, were in a greasy state all day long, and Apaki's tea became more and more steep. Concentrated, now it has reached a level of horror that is almost the same as the taste of swill. Once, Nalanja, who was a little delirious after watching the surveillance video for 12 hours in a row, accidentally took a sip from the wrong cup and sprayed it on the opposite side in an instant. Fu Gao looked.

Fuck, is this peeing in a teacup?After coughing earth-shatteringly for a while, the first words Naranca could utter were more like a strangled scream.Foggau wiped his face expressionlessly, then stared at the teapot on Apache's table (yes, he still has a teapot!) thoughtfully, then as if he had decided something, he suddenly picked up The teapot went out.Naranja hurried up and tugged at Foggal's sleeve.hello what do you wantHis expression was mixed with panic and worry, and he murmured, I'm fine, please put the teapot down, don't throw it away, let alone break it, otherwise Apache will be angry when he comes back.But Fu Gao just snorted and told him it's okay, I didn't want to do anything to it, I went to the interrogation room first.There was no hint of malice in the man's tone, but his eyes more or less betrayed him.

Twenty minutes later, Fugao returned victorious from the interrogation room and told Bugarati that the suspect they captured this time was just a small boss, and he knew nothing about the whereabouts of the big boss Diablo.Buccarati frowned in surprise, expressing doubts that the interrogation went very smoothly.Foggo shrugged and put the empty teapot back on the Apache table, assuring the captain that no problem, there's no way anyone would have the guts to lie in the face of taste hell like that.Later, this interrogation method became popular in the police station, and Apache tea suddenly became an unbearable pain in the lives of street gangsters in the Naples area. After the pot, its sought-after heat only quickly cooled.Afterwards, Terry Hugh made some investigations to reveal the mystery: the guy was an Englishman.This is something that can't be helped, but Bugarati is very open-minded.So the group went back to the monotonous days of checking files and watching videos, and the new corpses that appeared from time to time and the futility and frustration of day after day were driving them crazy.

So after hearing that Diablo had appeared in a BDSM-themed club, Mista decided to sneak in and find out.He didn't tell the team about this, why can't they rush in with a group of people wearing police uniforms and armed with dangerous weapons to investigate?They are in regular business, and they are not affiliated to the weathering group. If the club owner reports to the leadership for "interfering with business" as an excuse, no one can bear to be suspended without pay at this juncture.He didn't intend to ask for secret support, after all, the authenticity of the gossip needs to be investigated, and Mista didn't want to see any disappointment or frustration on everyone's tired faces.

But even if it was gossip, even if it was gossip or gossip on the street, he would not let it go, like a drowning person who randomly grabs everything he can get, regardless of whether it is the shore or straw.The case had tortured them for too long, and it had tortured him for too long.As long as you can breathe, as long as you can end it, everything is fine.He didn't realize how desperate he was.

For this obscure plan, Trish was the only insider.She stumbles upon Mista furtively browsing the web during her lunch break.The girl knows that people in the group are under a lot of mental stress during this time, so it is understandable to let it out. She originally wanted to pretend that she hadn’t seen it, but when she accidentally glanced at the content of the webpage, she felt that either she had underestimated the people in the group The mental pressure, or Mista opened the door to a new world without her knowing.She tiptoed close to the man who was concentrating on browsing the FBI Warning, stood still and cleared her throat lightly to show her presence.Mista's reaction was quite satisfactory. He jumped up first, and at the same time he wanted to reach out to close the laptop screen, his waving elbow hooked the power cord, and finally fell to the ground together with the computer. .

The girl giggled and bent down to pull him up. Mista felt that she had not only lost face but also lost her integrity today. She was flustered and embarrassed, and even the tips of her ears were red.Then, what, Trish, don't get me wrong!He explained in a panic, waving his hands like crazy.I'm not looking at that stuff... well I'm looking at that stuff, but it's definitely not what you think it is!I just want to check the information and study how this is entered - no!No no no I don't want to try...

Ah, he thought, I might as well die.

Trish still looked at him with a half-smile, and the corners of his upturned mouth were full of joy.The girl stretched out her index finger, her beautifully trimmed oval nails were dyed a deep wine red, and poked straight at the tip of Mista's nose.explain!She spoke with a smile, as if the torture in her tone was an illusion.Why are you watching "a naked guy tied up with a rope gets spanked by another naked guy and gets fucked"?

Mista weighed it in his mind, and finally said that he was only looking for information for a special undercover mission and was nagged by the girl "Are you crazy! Why didn't you tell us and refused to bring backup?" Nag, or make the mistake of showing dissatisfaction on the face of desire and wretchedly laughing and saying that I actually like to play something exciting, and then I have been subjected to the surprise or understanding or Yala in the rest of my life for the rest of my life. That one-card look——you don't have to think about it at all!He only hesitated for a second before explaining the ins and outs of the whole plan to Trish, as honest and frank as the water of the Tiber rushing into the Mediterranean Sea.

Are you crazy!Why didn't you tell us and refused to bring backup?Sure enough, as soon as he finished explaining, Trixie lowered his face angrily.However, what puzzled Mista was that, for some reason, the girl's expression showed a deep sense of disappointment.Oops.He scratched his head and quickly added, Trish, it's not that I don't trust you.real.I just want to confirm the authenticity of the news first, and then notify the group.

Trish waved his hand, still looking distraught.Mista was even more disturbed.He didn't know which link had the problem, but the culprit who made the girl so disappointed was undoubtedly himself.He repeatedly assured her that the danger of going to investigate this time was negligible, and he swore with his 1973 Carpenter brothers and sisters collection that he would contact her at any time; but the girl's delicate eyebrows still frowned. It was very tight, and there seemed to be thousands of dissatisfaction in the corners of the subconsciously slanted mouth, poking his spine like needles.Until he asked her to help him choose the clothes to enter the club, the next moment, the girl immediately beamed with joy, sweeping away all the loss and decadence before, her eyes stared like bells, and the light she released was almost like a bell. Mista's eyes were shaken blind.She quickly took out her phone, her wine-red nails flew quickly across the screen, and then slammed the phone into his eyes, almost hitting his nose.

What do you think of this suit!In his almost dazed and terrified expression, she asked cheerfully.This white shirt is so lightweight you can tear it open.And this one, which isn't as sheer, but the lace front is perfect Mediterranean style...or this- oooooh!I see!leather pants.You must have a pair of leather pants.Black, suffocatingly tight, shiny leather pants.Wait, maybe rubber pants are also a good choice... Oh, never mind, let's find out, which one do you like?She glanced at Mista who was still in a panic state, clicked her tongue, seemed to dislike his stupid face, so she decisively threw him aside, and continued to mutter to herself.Thanks to the Virgin Mary, the girl's tone trembled slightly with excitement, thank you for your blessing, I finally have the opportunity to...

What can I do?Mista opened his mouth weakly, but finally did not ask.The so-called hindsight refers to the present, and it was only at this time that he vaguely felt that he might have misunderstood what Trish was melancholy a few minutes ago.But what is the truth, he has neither the courage nor the desire to explore.

A few hours later, just after getting off work, Trixie appeared in front of Mista's desk as if out of thin air, as if afraid that the man would run away—of course, she thought it was right—and deliberately put Arms tucked into his, holding him tightly.Trixie dragged him around on a commercial street he had never been before, and turned into a shop with a very exaggerated decoration, and since Mista saw the goods displayed on the cabinet after entering the shop, , has remained stunned.Trish, who was in high spirits, misinterpreted this expression as ecstasy, thinking that the man was too shocked by her superb and vicious taste to speak, so he happily redoubled his efforts to choose clothes for him.

Relax, she said to him, come on, put on a provocative smile—no, I'm not telling you to perform facial cramps, God, Mista, why do you look like you're being raped?

This is the problem!Mista tugged at the mesh vest on her body, the corners of her mouth twitched, thinking silently.Through previous research, he knew that there are usually two roles in a relationship of this nature, and he definitely doesn't want to be the one being raped—no, even pretending is okay.So, the styles of these outfits are absolutely reversed, right?

Trixie could see his undisguised reluctance, the girl curled her mouth, raised her chin slightly and squinted at him, and asked him in a bad tone, what's the matter?Are you questioning my taste?She spoke as if she was going to swallow him alive; when she first joined the job, Mista had taught the girl a German back throw on the training ground, and since then no one in the group dared to do it lightly. The joke of a slender and petite beauty.

Mista only dared to nod repeatedly in his heart, with only a wry smile on his face.Forget it, he thought, anyway, he can't figure out these messy things, and Trish seems to be surprisingly knowledgeable.He let out a long breath, as long as he could find some clues to close the case, sacrificing his personal image was nothing.It's just... He frowned and looked at himself in the mirror.Would such an outfit really work?

works.

Facts have proved that when he tricked the doorman into the club with a forged membership card, Mista immediately felt that his attire was no longer obtrusive, on the contrary, it could even be said to be a bit inconspicuous.Slightly loud music and ambiguous lighting are intertwined, and gold powder and hormones are scattered in every corner of the bar and booths.Boots that cling to the knees, decorated with rivets and many bluffing spikes, rubber suits that are as bright as mirrors and reflect light in various colors, leather pants with a softer texture, and dramatic coats and leather jackets, as well as vests that are so tight that there is no room for imagination, and shirts that are so thin that they can reveal skin and nipples faintly, under which are strong muscles or seductive, flexible lines.Some wore chokers around their necks, made of wide, thick leather, or light metal, which shone beautifully when the lights passed by, and varied in decoration and pattern.Several of the men held whips in their hands, or wore them coiled around their waists.Others were shirtless.

Considering this special occasion, Mista felt that he really shouldn't be so surprised, but he just couldn't help it.He saw a few naked people kneeling on the ground quietly, and there were people sitting on the seats next to them; he guessed that those people were participants in this so-called game.Whether it is a kneeling person or a sitting person, it seems that they are accustomed to all this by looking at their expressions. It seems that if only one of them is not enough, it must be so to form a complete picture.

He took a quick look around. There were fewer women than men, but not without: a woman was walking slowly in front of him in what looked like a one-piece swimsuit, black and dark olive green. The black patent leather was cut into irregular shapes and deliberately stitched together with rough white twine, and the boots of the same color were wrapped up to the thigh, and the shape of a butterfly was spelled out with shiny rhinestones.She reminded him of Catwoman in Batman; but the cat was obviously watery.Her high bun with starfish-shaped barrettes and a length of cable around her wrists speak volumes for this.The woman walked with her head held high, her sharp heels stepping on the eager or admiring gazes of the people around her without hesitation, she was obviously a seasoned player.

Her eyes flicked past Mista's like a butterfly; she was not interested in him.Apart from being slightly disappointed, Mista was more worried.Such a veteran's eyes are too poisonous, and his eyes can be seen through in a second; what's more, his whole body seems to be screaming that he knows nothing about this place.Only now did he really realize that he had walked into a world that he didn't know at all.He tried to make use of it, while it peered furtively at himself; and it had so many eyes, so piercing.He began to regret his decision.

He had to find someone, pretend to be interested in him, and tell them to relax their vigilance and investigate the clues of the person he was looking for.But the woman's glance just now was like pouring cold water on him.Being found out, being exposed, making a fool of himself in public is nothing, even being beaten up and then kicked out, he wouldn't even frown.It's just a mission... Mista rubbed her face and clenched her fists unconsciously.What if you just screwed up the mission and cut off a possible clue.

rookie.

correct.He can find a rookie.

A rookie would not notice his unnaturalness.Those silly, inexperienced poor people always have good expectations and gnashing curiosity about everything.They hadn't been sophisticated enough to see through his intentions at a glance, to see through his disguises, or to be discreet and tactful enough not to mention other people's affairs.Even better, maybe those rookies don't know much more than him, which will save a lot of unnecessary embarrassment.Even if those guys can't provide any clues, at least the process of chatting with them can be regarded as accumulating experience, and no one will be suspicious.This idea is so perfect.If it weren't for so many things to worry about now, Mista would almost want to dance.

Then save it for a successful jump.Mission, he thought.The task is urgent.

It didn't take much effort for him to lock on to the target.That guy looked like a rookie.There are many semi-enclosed private rooms set up against the walls around the club site for those who want to keep their privacy.And the guy Mista had a crush on was sitting alone in one of the rooms, seemingly ignored all night, miserable as hell.

Poor thing.Mista shook her head.A rookie that no one wants is an opportunity for him.

Mista took a deep breath, walked over pretending to be casual, and sat down beside him.The young rookie turned his head and looked at him in surprise, but his expression soon returned to normal.Mista grinned at him, showing a mouthful of small white teeth, and there was a hint of hint in his friendly smile, and asked him, "...alone?"

The other party looked at him without making a sound, and nodded slightly after being silent for a while.This guy is really boring, Mista thought to himself, no wonder he can't catch anyone.But he couldn't let the conversation end so easily.

"My name is Mista." He sat in a more relaxed position.

"Giorno." The other party replied.This is a young man with blond hair and a delicate face, with a pair of blue eyes like the Mediterranean Sea, shining under the stage lights hanging from the roof, as if the stars of the entire Apennine Peninsula were crushed in it, this alone is enough attractive.Mista guessed that the reason why no one has been looking for this guy is either because he is too good, or because he is too young—yes, he looks really too small, with very sharp cheekbones and jawlines. Subdued, it makes him look even younger than his actual age.How old is he?Seventeen or eighteen years old, he looks like a high school student.

"So..." Mista cleared his throat, and moved closer to Giorno. "Are you looking for someone? Well, I mean, is there a target?" Fuck.He thought, This is really a bad way to strike up a conversation.

The blond young man didn't answer right away, but seemed to be sizing him up.There are obviously more subs than doms in this club.At first, Mista guessed that Giorno was also a sub, after all, his appearance and age were all there.However, when the man's eyes fell on him, it became very clear: this man is a dom, even if he is a rookie dom, the desire for control and strength in his eyes is not half adulterated.Mista felt his face start to heat up again, he was too aware of what he looked like now: the thin and see-through mesh vest couldn't withstand any probing eyes, as if where the guy's gaze went, which piece of his skin It trembled slightly as if being approached by a red soldering iron.For some reason, Mista had that familiar, subtle feeling of being seen through, which made him very uncomfortable.Hell.If this guy wasn't too young—too young to be a veteran at all, he was really about to suspect that this kid wasn't a rookie at all.

"No, not yet." Finally, Giorno looked back and shook his head.This guy's attitude was worrying, he neither refused Mista's approach, but he also didn't clearly express his interest.There seems to be a little bit of both meanings, like some kind of stable and casual temptation.

"So, what do you want to drink? It's mine." Mista mobilized his facial muscles and put on the most charming smile he could show.

He always claims that he has the most handsome and charming smile in the police station. Although he only claims to be self-proclaimed, it is convincing (himself) with reasons.You see, the squad leader Bugarati's smile is too obedient and gentle, although occasionally he will become full of ghosts after licking the suspect's face in the interrogation room; and Apache smiles most of the time With malicious intentions, the rest of the expression is reserved for pretending to be melancholy while listening to the blues; let alone Fogo and Naranja, who pretend to be cool with a cold face all year round (however, the newcomer in the bureau The girls still follow him), and the other is completely childish.To sum up, Mista easily came to the conclusion that "the smile of the old man in the group is the most masculine and attractive", and conducted a popular science on Trish on a summer afternoon.At that time, Trixiu was still a young lady with a temper. He had just been transferred from the internal affairs to the field work, and was assigned to the group of men as soon as he came up. He hated everything.So she sarcastically mercilessly said that I didn't think it was the most attractive, but you must be the most "manly".But it's not a smile, it's an armpit.

The embarrassing old things came to my mind suddenly, making Mista's smile almost crooked, almost unable to hold on.Fortunately, there was a waiter passing by, so he stopped the waiter as if grasping at a life-saving straw, and then stared at Giorno with expectations that were completely beyond the normal level.Giorno raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't seem to be angry because of his self-assertion, and his expression was not so tense. "Please give me a glass of water, thank you," he said.

Just what he wanted.Mista is not a bad drinker, but tonight he wants to stay sober, especially in this environment - the weird atmosphere, music and lighting here have already messed up his mind enough, he really doesn't need alcohol to mix it up kick. "Me too," he said.The waiter nodded and left.

"Do you come here often?" he asked Giorno.

The blond young man shook his head, "I just moved here recently, and I've been living at the airport before."

Mista's heart sank, it sounded like the guy in front of him might not know Diablo's clues. "I've been there before, and there isn't even a decent bar. It will be much more lively when you move here."

"That's right," Giorno looked around, "it's just that sometimes it's a bit noisy."

"Noisy things can show the charm of life. If it's too ordinary, wouldn't it be as boring as going to work?"

"It sounds like you have a lot of complaints about your job."

"Not really," Mista thought for a moment. "I just feel...not so much dissatisfaction with work, but disappointment with myself. In addition, a difficult task has been set up recently, and the pressure is too great. I always feel that if I don't come out to vent, maybe I will Something bad is going to happen."

"A bad thing? For example?" Giorno's blue eyes floated with a slight smile.

"This, believe me," Mista raised the corner of his mouth, leaned against Giorno, and deliberately lowered his voice, "You don't want to know."

Giorno finally chuckled seeing him like this. "You look like you're going to bite me at any moment." There was finally a hint of interest in the man's eyes.Mista wanted to take this opportunity to bring the topic to Diablo, but was interrupted by the waiter who came to deliver the water.He had no choice but to hastily took out the tip and dismissed the waiter; but Giorno seemed to return to the previous topic.Mista felt as if he was dancing a ballroom dance. He stepped forward, but the other party retreated, but his steps were precise and he couldn't find any mistakes.

"Since you feel a lot of pressure, why don't you just confess to your boss, give it up or change it?" Giorno took a sip of water from his cup and asked.

"No way," Mista froze for a moment, this time he really smiled wryly. "It's not that simple. It would be great if I could just give up casually."

"The boss won't let me?"

Mista wanted to shake his head subconsciously, but just as he was about to shake his head, he stopped abruptly, and then nodded, deliberately shrugging his shoulders with a half-frowning, half-indifferent expression. "Oh, I can't help it. That guy is a bastard. He's been troubling me since he joined the company. I don't know if he's a psychopath." He crossed himself in his heart, thinking of Bugarati, buddy, isn't it? Stop it, I'm doing this to not reveal my identity. "Anyway, I'm driving him crazy, I need to change my mood." That's why he appeared here, he winked at Giorno.

Giorno accepted his flirting frankly. "It's true that some people do it for the relief of stress. Some people like to try it on a light level, as a kind of fun, to make sex hotter. Others just do it for the pain itself, where there is only pain, no sex, and nothing Enjoyment and pleasure. Either way, it will serve its purpose in the end."

"Wow, I don't really want to try the latter," Mista grimaced. "I mean, man, pure punishment—you really think that works? That sounds cruel." He looked to one side of the venue, where several black St. Andrews crosses stood in the corner, one of which had A man was being tied up, with his upper body bare, while another man stood in front of the cross, with a long whip in his hand falling mercilessly on the bound man's back.Although they were far away, the sharp whistling of the whip cutting through the air and the extremely loud sound of hitting the man still made Mista shrink back.

"To tell you the truth," he confessed to Giorno. "It wasn't long before I found out that I was interested in this. Like the kind that is too intense," he pointed vaguely, "I don't understand it now. But you want to say a little stimulation to make sex more interesting Whatever, I'm definitely all for it. It's sex after all—I mean, sex can't be that bad, can it?" he grinned.

Giorno followed his line of sight, looked at it for a while, and commented with some appreciation in his tone: "That man's whipping skills are very good, and the technique is very skilled. You see, the whip first fell to the ground and then rebounded. Yes, only the small piece at the tip actually touches the back, so the force is much lighter than it looks. If you find someone good and experienced enough, he will not hurt you. Pain, possible , but without danger or harm. And he can definitely give you the best and most erotic experience of your life."

"What about you?" Mista looked straight at him, half curious and half provocative in his eyes, and asked. "Can you whip?"

Giorno laughed lowly, which made him look dangerous and sexy. "Doubt is the wrong way to test."

"Then why didn't anyone find you?"

"Didn't you just find it?"

Mista also smiled, "That's right." The guy in front of him was probably embarrassed to tell the real reason and didn't answer directly.He understands, he can understand, after all, it is too embarrassing to admit that you are a rookie and not be recognized.Even though Giorno is a dom, he is also a man, perhaps with poor self-esteem.

He stretched out his hand and patted Giorno's back. "It's okay. I understand." Then he curled his lips, and his tone was a little bit aggrieved, "People just like to hang around those guys, those 'old hands', 'doms of doms'. I bet, once they leave Come in, and before you say a word, there's a dozen pairs of eyes glued to them. They're not going to spend the night alone in their seats—well, sorry, I'm not talking about you," he said somewhat She glanced at Giorno embarrassedly, but the latter just smiled. "In short, I mean, everyone likes veterans. But those guys have only been in this circle for months or years longer than us. It's nothing else. But we rookies just don't care. Snubbed. It's not fair."

"Us?" Giorno raised an eyebrow.

"That's right, 'we'. A rookie." Mista gestured to Giorno, then pointed to himself.There was a big smile on his face, and he bit each word clearly. "Actually, if you want me to say, what's wrong with being a rookie? For example, I think your attractiveness is no less than that of their veterans. You have a pair of very beautiful eyes. The clothes are also very cool. Your appearance exists in me I was really a little scared, but at the same time excited as hell, as if I came out of a certain fantasy in my life," he unabashedly licked the blond man's chest, where a large area of ​​skin was covered Tanned in a light tan, it's exposed with a heavily cropped, open neckline. "To tell you the truth, I saw you as soon as I called in, and I said to myself, Mista, this night might be worth looking forward to. You see, Giorno, maybe we're rookies, but that doesn't mean you Not a good dom or I can't be a good sub. Those are two different things. As for those who didn't want us, that would be their loss."

Contrary to expectations, Giorno did not show any expression of gratitude or approval. Instead, he seemed to have heard something interesting, but he tried his best to keep quiet. However, after a while, he was here Lost in a battle, laughed out loud.Mista was taken aback by the bright and brisk laughter, turned his head, and met Giorno's gaze.He was studying him with a new look, enthusiastic and new, as if he had never looked at him seriously.Backed by the dim light, the man's eyes turned a deep blue, and the edge of the iris was inlaid with light gold edges, like the light and shadow floating on the sea at sunset.Mista couldn't remember ever seeing anyone with such beautiful eyes.

"Yeah, that's their loss." Finally, Giorno regained his composure, and said softly, with the corner of the man's mouth maintaining a slight arc. "But because of this, you and I now have the opportunity to enjoy such a wonderful evening." He raised his glass and greeted Mista. "To the rookie."

Mista drank the rest of the water in one gulp. "Long live the rookie."

"How old are you?" After hesitating for a long time, Mista finally couldn't hold back and asked.He really cares.

Giorno raised his eyebrows. "Trust me, asking your age is never a successful way to strike up a conversation."

Mista groaned. "Then you want to deduct my points for this?"

"You can try to ask me not to reduce."

What the hell is this playing?But before he came to his senses, he had already spoken. "So, can you not deduct my points?" He added. "I beg you?"

Giorno tilted his head, seeming to be thinking seriously. "Then there will be no reduction."

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