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The atmosphere in the bar was as confusing and chaotic as Jiang Chenghui had expected.

The swaying body, the swaying lights, and the restless music make people's minds follow their imaginations.

Ning Xiang's drinking capacity is not very good either - this is what Jiang Chenghui knew last time.

However, the situation is still different from what he expected.

The well-behaved young man seemed to be very familiar with this bar, and met various acquaintances as soon as he entered.

Many men and women took the initiative to approach, and under the dim light, they always accidentally crossed the boundary.

Ning Xiang didn't like people getting too close, but he only backed away slightly, still chatting with people relaxedly.

At this time, Jiang Chenghui's face was half darkened.

The remaining half was black when it was suddenly entangled by a stranger like a water snake.

If Ning Xiang hadn't made the rescue in time, Jiang Chenghui would have kicked this drunk guy out.

He really shouldn't have chosen a home field he was not familiar with—especially Ning Xiang, who acted as if he was at home.

Jiang Chenghui's mood was like the heavy metal music playing in the bar at this time, especially irritable and dangerously gloomy.

His eyes were fixed on Ning Xiang, watching this person shuttle freely through the crowd, chatting with others easily from time to time, the bar was already crowded, hands, feet and shoulders would always bump into other people intentionally or unintentionally, Ning Xiang Hibiki didn't care, and only used his hands to block when someone made a particularly outrageous move.

Jiang Chenghui's eyes became more and more dangerous.

Ning Xiang finally noticed Jiang Chenghui's discomfort, he walked back quickly with a smile, pulled Jiang Chenghui to the booth next to him, loosened his collar, and ordered something to drink.

"It's been a long time since I've been here. I used to be young and ignorant, so I almost lived here," Ning Xiang said, taking a careful look at Jiang Chenghui, "Boss...you don't come to this kind of place often, do you?"

Jiang Chenghui looked like a very self-disciplined person, which didn't fit in with the temperament here.

Jiang Chenghui's eyes lingered on Ning Xiang's loosened neckline for a while before humming.

"I knew it," Ning Xiang laughed again. In this place, he even smiled a little more recklessly, "Boss looks like a serious person."

Jiang Chenghui's brows narrowed: "Are you not serious?"

"Hey, I was ignorant and messed around for a while when I was young, but I got tired of it later." Ning Xiang leaned lazily on the sofa, squinting his eyes to see the group of demons dancing on the dance floor. The young man with a baby face showed a bit of sluggish laziness, like a goblin swaying in the dark night, beckoning people to suck the bones.

It made people couldn't help but want to rub him fiercely in the palm of their hands.

Jiang Chenghui suppressed the impulse in his heart, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, unscrewed the drink that had just been delivered, and took a sip.

Then he froze.

This is...milk?

Why is there such a thing in a bar?

Could it be milk-flavored alcohol?

Even for a person who had never been to such a place, Jiang Chenghui felt a strong sense of disobedience.

He looked down at the bottle: XX brand pure milk, healthy and sugar-free.

Ning Xiang noticed Jiang Chenghui's actions, and immediately pushed over a bottle of beer: "Drink this, that is the wrong delivery."

"Why is there milk in the bar?" Jiang Chenghui asked puzzled.

Ning Xiang scratched his head in embarrassment: "I used to like to drink cola and orange juice, but later I thought it was not healthy, so I changed it to milk. The bartender may also be used to it, so I brought it here."

He also opened a bottle conveniently: "But it doesn't hurt to pad your stomach before drinking."

Ning Xiang sat up straight at this time, and the chaotic and corrupt temperament on his body disappeared, with a little milky aroma, and he looked very obedient.

It was only then that Jiang Chenghui knew that Ning Xiang still had shares in this bar, and for a long time, he hung out here - drinking milk.

"Home is boring, and I don't like to go back," Ning Xiang said lightly, "Although it's a bit noisy here, it looks much more fun, but there are more messy people, so I don't like drinking."

The young man with a baby face was sitting on the dark sofa, he looked small, and he looked very quiet even though he was in a noisy and chaotic environment.

Jiang Chenghui suddenly felt that he was the same as those guys with evil intentions.

He stopped Ning Xiang from opening the wine: "If you don't like it, I'll drink milk with you."

Ning Xiang smiled: "No, you are not those people, and I have nothing to worry about."

No, maybe he had something worse in his mind... Jiang Chenghui smiled wryly, but watched Ning Xiang bang open the beer bottle in a strange way, and the orange liquid fell into the glass, and white foam gushed out.

Ning Xiang seemed to be in a very good mood. He held up his glass high and moved over to clink the glass with Jiang Chenghui. Then he shook his head and took a slow sip.

Jiang Chenghui also toasted.

The aromas of hops and malt are intertwined, with a soft spiciness, surging on the tip of the tongue.

The alcohol went down the throat, and there was still a lingering ester fragrance in the mouth, but the heat gradually rose from the depths of the body, and it was unclear whether it was the effect of the alcohol or the person beside him.

Jiang Chenghui also undid the two buttons on his neckline.

He was originally wearing a Chinese-style casual shirt, which was buttoned perfectly to his Adam's apple. When the collar was loosened, his collarbone was exposed.

Ning Xiang sipped the wine in the glass, but secretly stared at Jiang Chenghui's shoulder and neck.

The lines of this person's whole body are perfect in his eyes, but seeing it with his own eyes is still different from what he imagined.

Ning Xiang felt his throat dry up and down, and took a few mouthfuls of cold wine.

Alcohol also began to ferment in his body.

Ning Xiang is notoriously timid and afraid of death. He never dared to touch those outrageous things. He didn't want to drink in bars because he was worried that something messy would happen.

But with this person, even if something happens... Just thinking about it, Ning Xiang felt that a feather in his heart scratched his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

At first he thought he was a true cleanliness freak, but now he realizes that it's just that he hasn't met this person.

His heart was as hot as a desert, and he quickly drank the beer in the glass. When he wanted to open another bottle, Jiang Chenghui grabbed his hand.

The booths in the bar were small and soft, just for people to clutter up and squeeze together. Ning Xiang sat far away on purpose because of his reserve, but at this moment, the two of them moved into one another.

In the dim corner where the lights couldn't get through, Ning Xiang felt that his whole body was wrapped in the familiar sandalwood fragrance.

In the aroma of wine and music, even the woody aroma, which originally felt refreshing and upright, was tinged with lust.

Ning Xiang felt even thirstier.

He felt that he was probably drunk, the alcohol fermented wildly in his body, making him dizzy, and he was completely taken away by the breath from the tip of his nose.

Even breathing became more and more difficult.

Jiang Chenghui whispered something in his ear, but Ning Xiang didn't hear a word clearly.

He just looked up at Jiang Chenghui in a daze, but because the environment was too dark, it seemed that he couldn't see anything clearly, but it gave him a kind of courage that he would never have had at ordinary times.

The sound of the DJ playing discs was still ringing in my ears, and the people on the dance floor were talking and laughing loudly, writhing wantonly.

But in this small booth, the noise outside seems to have disappeared, leaving only the vague background sound.

It was like a dream that Ning Xiang often had.

In the dream, Jiang Chenghui was very close to him, and their bodies were pressed together, burning hot.

Usually at this time, he should raise his head and bite the other person's lip hard.

This dream is no exception.

Ning Xiang, who was still a little dazed at first, seemed to have been soaked in alcohol, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he turned around and pressed Jiang Chenghui under him.

Then, he bit Jiang Chenghui's lips hard.

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Jiang Chenghui originally wanted to tell Ning Xiang not to drink anymore.

His original unspoken thoughts seemed to be extinguished by the bottle of milk suddenly, leaving only the soft and sweet fragrance, even the smell of alcohol could not wash away.

He couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear it, and he was also afraid of killing the young man's meager trust in himself.

On the surface, Ning Xiang is a rich second generation who has nothing to worry about, but in fact, this guy is less courageous than a rabbit and can escape faster than a mouse.

If you don't pay attention, you will be run away by him.

Jiang Chenghui's brain, which had been overwhelmed by success, finally calmed down gradually under the sound of crazy music.

What I want is never a momentary pleasure, but a long time.

"You're getting drunk, stop drinking."

He gently took Ning Xiang's hand and whispered in his ear.

Ning Xiang's hands were already cold, and it was difficult to warm them up. Even if the alcohol washed his face, the hands became even colder.

Jiang Chenghui gently rubbed his hand, reluctant to let go for a while.

Ning Xiang raised his head to look at the emblem of Jiang Cheng.

His eyes were already covered with a layer of fog, and he couldn't see clearly. A faint aroma of wine wafted from his lips, and there was also a faint aroma of milk.

Jiang Chenghui suddenly felt weak in his heart, and he was reluctant to do anything excessive.

He supported Ning Xiang, and just when he was about to leave, Ning Xiang stood up suddenly, then pushed Jiang Chenghui, and put his hands on the side of Jiang Chenghui's head.

Jiang Chenghui lay on the soft sofa, looking at Ning Xiang.

The young man's face was completely covered in shadows, and he couldn't see anything clearly, only his burning eyes seemed to be ignited by alcohol suddenly, and the flames ignited.

Ning Xiang's elbows slowly bent down, and his face became tighter and tighter, sparks also fell down.

Jiang Chenghui lay there, motionless.

Ning Xiang seemed to say something, but it was vague, and instantly melted into the smell of alcohol.

The lips of the two finally fell together.

Mars started a prairie fire, leaving only a piece of scorched earth.Jiang Chenghui finally couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed Ning Xiang.

"You're drunk." He tried his best to suppress the flame in his body, and said slowly.

Ning Xiang raised his head slightly, showing a psychedelic and silly smile, then fell down again, and lightly pecked at the Jiangcheng emblem.

His lips were soft, and they really smelled like wine and milk.

Lingering and soft.

Jiang Chenghui finally got up halfway, and then turned around, pressing down hard on the young man who seemed to be playing some interesting game.

Ning Xiang still had light in his eyes, and looked at him with a smile, his appearance was obedient and seductive.

"You're drunk," Jiang Chenghui said again, not sure if it was to Ning Xiang or to himself.

Ning Xiang still didn't speak, but the laughter was overflowing, like a soft rope, tightly trapping Jiang Chenghui.

"You are really drunk, and so am I..." Jiang Chenghui's sigh was drowned in his leaning down kiss.

Alcohol finally lit the fire.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: eat a piece of cake, Ziyuyu, and a bottle of Danqing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!