Sang Yu Fei Wan

After sitting in the car for a long time, Yu Sang realized what he said.

The rationality of a social person who suddenly returned made him speak in a hurry: "Sorry, I made a mistake, just send me back, my house is—"

Zhong Beichen raised half his hand to stop him.

"It is said that human instinct reflects the truest thoughts in the heart," Zhong Beichen said, "Come and visit my home."

"No," Yu Sang said anxiously, "I really made a slip of the tongue."

"I invite you to drink," Zhong Beichen said, "my family has one of the best rare wine collections in the entire imperial capital - but I don't want to take you there, it's too far away, and I guess you won't like the taste. I There are some bartending tools in the place where I usually live, try my craft."

Yu Sang still wanted to refuse, but Zhong Beichen continued: "You wanted to drink some wine to relax today, right? I owe you so much, give me a chance to make up for it?"

Zhong Beichen spoke very decently and generously.If sitting next to him is a comparable person, maybe just laugh and tease a few words, and then accept or decline.

But it was difficult for Yu Sang to do it.

Besides, he really didn't want to go home.

Yu Sang didn't say a word.Zhong Beichen took it as his acquiescence.

It didn't take long for Zhong Beichen to drive into a brand new neighborhood.Even through the night, Yu Sang could feel the low-key luxury of the neighborhood.He didn't speak anymore, followed Zhong Beichen to the elevator, and watched Zhong Beichen brush his pupils into the room.

When entering the house, the porch light has been automatically turned on.The whole room is decorated in a young and flamboyant style, full of comic-like contrasting colors and irregular home decoration.The living room is spacious, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the night view of the city.The sky and the buildings reflect each other and complement each other.In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows are two bright yellow sofas placed opposite each other, and in the middle is a low hardwood table interspersed with black and white.

Zhong Beichen gave Yu Sang disposable slippers, pointed to the sofa, and asked Yu Sang to sit there and rest first.

Then he turned around, walked towards the open kitchen opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows, bent down and took out an ice pack from the refrigerator.

He walked back in front of Yu Sang, squatted down, lifted up the ice pack in his hand, and gently stuck it on Yu Sang's face.

"I'm sorry." Zhong Beichen leaned on the handle of the sofa, raised his head, and said again.

Even if Yu Sang had a temper again, it would be difficult to say anything at this time, besides, he was no longer angry in the first place.

"It's nothing." Yu Sang said, he wanted to take the ice bag from Zhong Beichen's hand, but Zhong Beichen didn't let go, so he only touched the back of his cold hand.

"Let me come," Zhong Beichen insisted, "it's a bit cold."

"You..." Yu Sang was slightly startled, then smiled, without expressing the doubts in her heart, she just said, "Give it to me."

Inserting his fingers into Zhong Beichen's palm, he gently and forcefully transferred the ice pack to himself.

Zhong Beichen stopped insisting. He squatted down, raised his head and smiled at Yu Sang, then got up on his knees.

Zhong Beichen's smile is really good-looking, his eyes are bent into two arcs, a bit obedient, but it doesn't go against his face at all.

"Then I'll make you a drink." Zhong Beichen said. "I don't know what flavor you like, let me guess, okay?"

"Yeah." Yu Sang said.

He wondered if Zhong Beichen could see that he actually didn't know any tastes, after all, he was a person who couldn't even tell gay bars apart.Not to mention that the first time I went to a bar, I was scared away by the price and was beaten up.

It wasn't a good thing at first, but the instigator saved the night by himself.

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