Endangered

Ning Jingxin walked into the bar leisurely stepping on the beat of jazz.

He was wearing a white shirt with a deep V, his chest looming under the dim light.A pair of long legs are slender and graceful under the well-tailored smoke blue trousers.Thin chains hung on both sides of the gold-rimmed glasses, swaying with Ning Jingxin's steps.He wasn't short-sighted, he just felt that this pair of glasses fit his image of a gentle scum too much.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and there were already quite a few people in the bar. Ning Jingxin looked around and decided to sit at the bar first.

He greeted the bartender at the bar: "Handsome, have a cup of survival."

The bartender looked at Ning Jingxin, was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned around and began to mix drinks in a hurry.

Ning Jingxin raised his mouth and adjusted his glasses. He knew what this meant.

In the 24th century, the bartenders and waiters in ordinary bars are all robots because of the convenient management and low cost.But Ning Jingxin feels that such a bar has no vitality, and the wine brewed has no soul and warmth.So he always went to high-end bars with real bartenders and servers.

The bartender brought the blood-red survival to Ning Jingxin and said, "Use it slowly."

Ning Jingxin raised an eyebrow, looked at the bartender and said, "Thank you for the survival mix, so that I won't fall for your tenderness."

The bartender may not have much experience in the world yet. Hearing Ning Jingxin's words, his ears were slightly warmed. He dodged Ning Jingxin's teasing gaze and stammered, "You're too polite, this is... my ……Work."

Ning Jingxin picked up the glass and took a sip, licked his lips with his tongue calmly, and said, "This glass of survival tastes like you are panicked. You said it was your job, and that would make the bewildered Your thoughts are secretly hidden in the taste, I think I should give back to your talent. I don’t know if I am lucky enough to invite you, who is so clear, to have a drink together?”

The bartender's mind was pierced, and his face flushed with embarrassment.

The bartender said, "No... no, I still have to work..." Then he turned around and turned over the wine rack, breaking a few glasses in a haste.

Ning Jingxin smiled: "Be careful, if I hurt those skillful hands that concoct the secret, I will feel bad."

The bartender hummed a few times, but he didn't dare to turn his head.He was afraid that if he watched Ning Jingxin for a long time, he might be delusional tonight.

Ning Jingxin, on the other hand, drank his survival very relaxedly, and after a while, a tall, handsome blond man walked over.

"I noticed you as soon as you came in," said the blond man, "and wondered if I could buy you a drink."

"It's natural that a handsome guy invites you, but he's disrespectful." Ning Jingxin said.

He turned sideways in the direction of the blond man, resting his head with one hand and holding the wine glass in the other, half|covering|half|exposing his chest under the neckline.

The blond man flipped his Adam's apple up and down, and asked, "How about a glass of sexwithunknown (unknown sex|love)?"

"good idea."

The blond man greeted the bar and turned to look at Ning Jingxin: "First time here?"

"Of course not."

"Then why have I never seen you here before"

"Maybe it's because others were there first and hid me early. Or, I was too busy to hide others." Ning Jingxin raised his eyelids and smiled meaningfully.

"Then how lucky I am tonight to be able to get your company first." The blond man said and moved closer to Ning Jingxin. .”

"As you wish. It's just a long night, so why worry." Ning Jingxin gently lifted the blond man's chin, "Wouldn't it be more fun to have a few drinks first?"

The blond man swallowed his saliva, endured the physical and mental agitation, and said with a smile: "Okay."

Two glasses of sexwithunknown were served on the table, shining with an ambiguous luster.

Ning Jingxin looked at the blue liquid in the cup and couldn't help laughing.He thought of Fheight's eyes, as cold and crazy as the wine.

Ning Jingxin held up the wine glass, shook it, and sighed softly: "Oh, what a grinding little fairy."

The blond man picked up another glass of wine, put his other hand on Ning Jingxin's waist, and asked, "Huh? Who do you think is the little goblin who grinds people?"

Ning Jingxin looked at him, hooked the corners of his eyes, and replied very calmly: "I am."

The author has something to say: This is a small theater for entertainment only. The inspiration comes from Chapter 4. Approach ([-]), which does not affect the development of the main text~