Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

The target assigned to him by the system turned out to be a man.

It’s still the handsome guy in the white sweatshirt just now!

So he was the CV who liked the guitarist, and I just rejected his good intention to "chat up."

After all the clues were sorted out, Nan Jiu suddenly realized.

I don’t know why, but his first reaction was to be a little happy. What happened?

There is no time to think, the most important thing now is to keep Si Mo.

"Ouch...!"

The young man's wailing echoed throughout the alley. Si Mo was frightened and stopped moving.

Turning around, I saw Nan Jiu holding his left knee with his eyes closed in pain. After putting the guitar aside, he curled up in a self-protective posture.

The boy's hair color is gray-blue, and under the warm yellow light, it exudes a dark and gorgeous color.

"Brother...I, you should help me."

"I can't seem to stand up... I can't go home like this."

There was a hint of grievance in the boy's voice. He looked in the direction of Si Mo and shouted in a loud voice.

After waiting for a few seconds, he saw Si Mo really turned around!

He is coming this way!

After just a quick glance, he lowered his eyelids again until Si Mo came to him again. Then he slowly raised his head and looked into his eyes timidly, like a rabbit with an injured ankle that could not escape and was about to fall into the wolf's mouth.

Si Mo squatted down, and his perspective slowly reached the same level as Nan Jiu. At a close distance, the black and white opposition between the two seemed more obvious.

Just like the two-way redemption of the cool academic master and the school bully in movies and TV dramas, the collision of two asteroids with different trajectories can also create unexpected sparks.

"Brother, you are so beautiful."

Nan Jiu was staring in a daze unconsciously, and by the time he came to his senses, he had already blurted out what was in his mind.

He was slightly stunned and blinked twice in embarrassment.

Ahhhhhh Nanjiu, what are you doing? ! ! Please, you look like a sideline chat / flirting with other kind people...!

He cursed himself in his heart eight hundred times, and before he even started, he already felt a sense of frustration.

But the person in front of him suddenly smiled, not caring about the dirt on his body at all, and reached out his hand to pat Nan Jiu's head gently:

"You are a great speaker."

"Does it hurt?" The other hand fell to the side of the boy's knee and pressed gently.

Nan Jiu was in a daze, and felt his ears burning inexplicably. When he came to his senses, he immediately said, "Ah, it hurts!"

"how about this?"

"Yeah, it hurts too..."

Nan Jiu's voice gradually became quieter, and Wuming felt guilty. Although his current mission was to try every possible means to conquer this person, he could have used any possible means.

but……

Hearing this, Si Mo's handsome brows frowned, and he retracted his distinct knuckles. The pressure disappeared, and Nan Jiu felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

"How did it become like this?" he asked calmly.

The boy opened his mouth but said nothing.

He couldn't boast that these were all trivial matters, otherwise his current miserable image would be in vain.

As a result, Nan Jiu's expression became even more aggrieved, yet with a hint of determination, like a picture of a hero wounded in battle, and his eyes inadvertently glanced towards the small bar.

Si Mo was silent, rubbing his thumb over his lower knuckles, and said, "Wait."

Then he stood up. Nan Jiu watched him walk over and look at the door of the bar.

"?"

How could you just let him go alone?

Nan Jiu didn’t know what Si Mo was trying to do, but he always had a bad feeling.

Are you going to stand up for yourself and rush over to start a fight?!

Judging from Si Mo's physique, he would probably be thrown out like himself just now!

Although this was part of the plan so Nan Jiu deliberately did not resist, he took a quick look and realized that even if he had fought with those people just now, his chances of winning would not be very high.

Thinking of this, Nan Jiu suddenly felt overwhelmed.

Regardless of the fact that he was acting at the moment, he swiftly stood up by supporting himself on the floor, looked around, and picked out a black, rusty half steel pipe nearby.

There was a melee right after we arrived, so exciting.

However, before Nan Jiu reached the door of the bar, one side of the double doors was suddenly opened, and the imagined scene of Si Mo being thrown out did not appear.

Nan Jiu stood there in a daze, seeing Si Mo coming out the same way he went in, with even his expression still casual.

After waiting for two seconds, he glanced inside the bar and saw the men who were just there wailing and rolling on the ground, being helped up by other people who had rushed over.

The moment the door closed automatically, he saw the man with the scar struggling to get up from the ground. He happened to be looking outside the door and made eye contact with Nan Jiu.

Then, his eyes turned away in panic, pretending to be busy like a headless fly, as if there was some kind of monster outside the door.

"Hey."

A pair of hands waved in front of his eyes. Nan Jiu came back to his senses and looked at Si Mo in a daze.

Then I saw the person in front of me extend his other hand. In the night light, light blue veins could be faintly seen on the slender knuckles, the fingertips were white and powdery, and the nails were neatly trimmed.

At this time, he was holding a roll of red stuff.

"They broke your guitar, they're paying for it."

Si Mo tilted his head, slowly lowered his gaze, glanced at the boy's knees, then half-narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully: "Are you okay?"

Nan Jiu felt his breathing accelerating uncontrollably. He took the roll of money two seconds later, which must have weighed more than twenty bills.

"No... no, something's wrong, something's wrong." Nan Jiu denied subconsciously, and even he regretted why he became so incoherent at the critical moment.

"Thank you, brother. Are you not hurt?"

He looked at Si Mo worriedly, wishing he could check his entire body.

Si Mo waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's okay."

He didn't look like someone who had just had a fight, and he wasn't even out of breath.

Nan Jiu's eyes were always glued to Si Mo, watching his back gradually moving away, and when he returned again, the hazy light hit his smooth jaw, and Si Mo's pupils seemed darker than the night.

"Can you walk?"

After a while, Si Mo had picked up the broken guitar from the corner, returned to the boy and asked.

"Should," Nan Jiu's brain worked rapidly, and finally he lowered his head and supported his knees, "...No."

In fact, what he wanted to say was, "Why don't you hold my hand and walk for a while?"

But before he could finish his words, Nan Jiu heard Si Mo stare at him for a while and then sigh. He then handed the guitar to him and raised his eyebrows: "Take it."

Nan Jiu agreed almost instinctively and took it: "Oh, okay--"

As soon as he finished speaking, his perspective suddenly spun.

Nan Jiu's eyes widened in shock.

Because, he was held horizontally by Si Mo, and the princess picked him up.