The scheming beauty is always fishing for me

Milk tea shop.

On rainy days, there was no need to queue up, so Xiang Qin quickly got three cups of milk tea.

Fang Nanshui muttered depressedly: "Why do you listen to him so much?"

Xiang Qin was taken aback: "What?"

Fang Nanshui: "You are not a couple, he said you two drink a drink and you really buy a drink, and you will use the same straw later?"

Xiang Qin didn't think about it: "You can pour it into a cup to drink."

Fang Nanshui: "If you drink like this, you won't have the soul to drink milk tea."

Xiang Qin thought it made sense: "Then wait until Jinjin finishes drinking, and I'll drink the rest."

"..." Fang Nanshui brushed away the goosebumps on his body, held up his umbrella and walked into the rain sullenly.

Although it is very nasty, he also wants to be called by a nickname.

Water?Square?

Fang Nanshui rushed forward absent-mindedly, not even paying attention to the red light.

Xiang Qin pulled him back, "Look at the road."

When they returned to the barbecue shop, Ye Jin and Zhong Buyun had already started other topics.

There wasn't much food on the baking tray, it was supposed to be baked and eaten together when they came back.

But Xiang Qin always felt that the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

Fang Nanshui was more straightforward: "What are you talking about?"

Xiang Qin also wanted to know, and listened silently.

"Oh~" Zhong Buyun looked at Ye Jin and asked meaningfully, "Can you tell me?"

Ye Jin calmly said, "Say it."

The words circled Zhong Buyun's mouth twice: "Tell me how bad your grades are, and which ones should be specially supplemented."

Fang Nanshui stared at him and muttered angrily, "The devil will believe you."

Ye Jin looked amused, these two people are quite interesting.

Although there is a 12-year age difference, Zhong Buyun was really 'shackled' by Fang Nanshui.

According to Zhong Buyun's own opinion, he had no idea about Nanshui, after all, he was too young, he was still a brat.

But during this time, Zhong Buyun didn't even want to take a companion back, for fear of affecting Fang Nanshui's three views.

So I had to take someone out to open the room, and before I took off my pants, Fang Nanshui called with a desperate call, asking why he didn't come home yet.

Last time, he was misunderstood by the prospective bed partner, thinking that someone in his family would come out to make an appointment, so he gave him the middle finger and walked away.

Ye Jin has never really entered the same-sex circle, but he has heard some gossip, he knows that most people have a good time, and pao appointments are also normal, one-on-one non-fucking like Zhong Buyun is not bad.

But in the end the values ​​are different.

It is hard for Ye Jin to imagine that she will be with someone who is not attracted to her, and even do some intimate things that only happen between lovers.

The green milk tasted very good, he took a sip, and passed it to Xiang Qin.

Xiang Qin held the milk tea obediently and sat on the side listening to their conversation.

Zhong Buyun on the opposite side was really stunned by Xiang Qin. He covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly at him: "It was handed to you to drink, not for you to hold it and warm your hands?"

Xiang Qin: "..."

Ye Jin tilted her head: "It's delicious, try it."

Xiang Qin looked at the straw that Ye Jin had bitten, and stammered, "No way..."

Ye Jin played cautiously: "But I still have a cold, if you don't drink a little, I can't help but finish it."

Xiang Qin's ears suddenly turned red.

He gently sipped the straw that Ye Jin had bitten, and took a sip.

Ye Jin took it back, pointing to the place where Xiang Qin's lips touched, biting the straw and drinking indifferently.

Xiang Qin: "..."

He quietly looked away, not daring to look, only his red ears betrayed him.

Zhong Buyun clicked his tongue in displeasure, never expecting to be able to eat dog food on Xiang Qin one day.

Glancing at the empty fruit wine bottle on the table from the corner of his eye, he suddenly smiled meaningfully.

Zhong Buyun called the waiter and refilled two more bottles.

He filled Xiang Qin's glass with wine: "How about a bottle of milk tea for the two of you, let's touch one."

Xiang Qin picked up the wine glass and clinked with him, he was a little puzzled when he entered the mouth: "Did you change the wine?"

Zhong Buyun lied without blinking: "The waiter said there is no fruit wine."

Xiang Qin believed it.

Ye Jin was silent for two seconds, then vaguely reminded: "The alcohol content seems quite high."

Fang Nanshui was frying the beef tongue between his fingers: "Anyway, I drank fruit wine before, and I can't drive anymore. It's okay to drink some more."

Zhong Buyun agreed, the child finally did something not rebellious.

He was determined to get Xiang Qin drunk, and the two bottles of wine ran out in no time.

How can Xiang Qin compare with Zhong Buyun who hangs out in bars all the year round, when there is more than one bottle, he will die, his eyes are a little empty, his face and neck are very red.

After Zhong Buyun finished eating the last piece of meat, he wiped his mouth contentedly: "We're leaving, the kid can't stay up late, so I'll trouble you to take care of him."

Ye Jin: "...Okay."

Zhong Buyun dragged the unwilling Fang Nanshui away, and could vaguely hear the conversation between the two as they drifted away.

Fang Nanshui: "Can I sleep with you tonight? I'm afraid of thunder."

Zhong Buyun: "No, only my wife can sleep with me."

Fang Nanshui: "But last time we..."

Zhong Buyun: "That's because I drank too much, so it doesn't count."

Fang Nanshui was so angry that he shook off his hand and ran away: "You will never have a wife in your life!"

……

Ye Jin looked at their backs amusedly, and when she turned her head, she saw Xiang Qin looking at her sullenly.

"what happened?"

Xiang Qin didn't look very happy: "Do you like him?"

Ye Jin propped her chin and tilted her head: "It's not bad, it's quite cute."

"..." Xiang Qin said aggrievedly, "You like cute ones."

declarative sentence.

Ye Jin laughed: "Yes, I like cute ones."

Like you.

Xiang Qin didn't want to listen anymore, and stood up unsteadily: "I want to go home."

He could speak clearly, but he could tell from his face that he was completely drunk.

Ye Jin took his hand to coax him: "Okay - take you home."

Unexpectedly, Xiang Qin withdrew his hand.

Ye Jin: "...won't you hold me?"

"Only couples can hold hands—" Xiang Qin added sullenly, "Only couples can hug, sleep on the same bed... and drink the same cup of milk tea."

Ye Jin raised her eyebrows.

Xiang Qin hadn't said anything for a long time, he still had so many small thoughts hidden in his heart.

Ye Jin: "But I want to hug, will Brother Qin give me?"

Xiang Qin inhaled: "...Give it."

Ye Jin's heart trembled, how could she be so cute.

A man who is 1.8 meters tall doesn't seem to be related to the word cute, but Ye Jin looks cute no matter how he looks at Qin.

He said, "Come on, hold on."

He handed over to Qin honestly.

Zhong Buyun has already paid the bill, they just leave.

Ye Jin smiled happily, and led Xiang Qin's broad hand downstairs.

The phone dinged, it was a message from Zhong Buyun.

——People get you drunk, ask yourself what you want to know, and I can’t say much about other too private questions.

Xiang Qin didn't see the content of the message, but he saw Ye Jin's note to Zhong Buyun.

So depressed.

Ye Jin asked patiently: "What's the matter?"

Xiang Qin: "You call him Brother Zhong."

Ye Jin: "Can't you call?"

Xiang Qin didn't speak, just looked at Ye Jin.

After a while, Ye Jin finally roughly understood Xiang Qin's brain circuit.

Brother Zhong... Brother Qin.

This is jealous.

Ye Jin asked tentatively: "Don't you like me calling him that?"

Xiang Qin, who was drunk, was very good at drawing inferences: "Others don't like it either..."

There was still drizzle on the side of the street, Ye Jin held up an umbrella, and pulled Xiang Qin into the rain.

"But brother Zhong is much older than me, so it's not good to call him by name."

Xiang Qin muttered softly, "I also call him by name."

Ye Jin didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, Xiang Qin was 26, Zhong Buyun was [-], the difference between the two is actually not too big, it doesn't matter to just call them by name.

He coaxed half-jokingly: "Then how about changing your exclusive address? Can you call me brother?"

Like a frightened Gougou, Xiang Qin immediately refused: "Impossible."

"why?"

Xiang Qin's wine taste is considered very good, and he doesn't make trouble or fuss when he's drunk, but he's a lot more straightforward and simpler.

But the only sliver of rationality in his chaotic brain told him that this question could not be answered.

Why...of course it is because he is actually one month younger than Ye Jin.

"My birthday is coming..."

His 22nd birthday is coming soon, after his birthday...he will be older than Ye Jin, right?

Ye Jin laughed so hard, she didn't know why the topic jumped to this point.

However, drunk people often speak without logic and are normal.

The car was parked in the parking space on the opposite side of the road, Ye Jin didn't touch the alcohol, it happened that he could drive home.

Just after passing the traffic light, he and Xiang Qin were stopped.

Ye Jin didn't expect that it was raining heavily, it was so cold, and there were people selling flowers for ten yuan a bunch outside with an umbrella.

Still a little girl.

The little girl was also very polite, she raised her head and said to Xiang Qin, "Brother, buy a bunch of flowers for your boyfriend!"

Xiang Qin blushed and felt a little sad: "It's not a boyfriend."

Ye Jin smiled: "Give me one, scan the QR code to pay."

The little girl happily handed him a beautiful rose, and then, wearing cold rain boots, continued to ask passers-by if they wanted to take a flower home.

Ye Jin withdrew her gaze, and handed the rose in her hand to Xiang Qin: "For you."

This time, Xiang Qin didn't say that sending flowers is something only couples can do. He took them honestly, but kept looking at the little girl just now.

……

Five minutes later, Ye Jin looked at Xiang Qin speechlessly with her arms full of flowers.

"I didn't want to send you flowers." Xiang Qin probably felt dizzy, squatting stubbornly by the side of the road, "Selling flowers on a rainy day is very hard."

Ye Jin was so amused that she coaxed people to say, "Alright—get in the car, we're going home."

After finally coaxing him into the co-pilot and fastening his seat belt, Ye Jin went around to the driver's seat and opened the door.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little girl coming out of the alley with a large bouquet of flowers, continuing to sell them to passers-by.

"..."

Ye Jin shook her head, got in the car and turned on the air conditioner.

He didn't tell Xiang Qin that even though he bought all the flowers, the little girl still didn't go home early.

The way back went smoothly, Xiang Qin kept holding the rose he gave and refused to let go.

Pulling people all the way back to the apartment, Ye Jin raised his chin: "Go to the room and sit for a while, don't lock the door."

Xiang Qin said oh, his eyes were not focused at all.

Ye Jin put away the umbrella, and then put the large bouquet of roses on the table. There was no vase, so she could only leave it there temporarily.

As a result, he walked into the room, Xiang Qin was still persistently holding the rose he gave.

"... Are you sleepy?"

"Sleepy."

Ye Jin: "Then put down the flowers and take off your clothes."

Xiang Qin shook his head hesitantly, not knowing whether it meant that he couldn't take off his clothes, or that he didn't want to put flowers.

"Put the flowers aside first."

Xiang Qin continued to shake his head.

Ye Jin started teasing: "You really don't want to let go? But what if I want to hold Brother Qin's hand?"

Xiang Qin didn't speak.The face and ears are red.

"Tell me—" Ye Jin asked with a smile, "Do you want flowers or me?"

Xiang Qin's IQ was still there, and he stretched out his left hand that wasn't holding anything.

Ye Jin: "...I want to hold my right hand."

Xiang Qin transferred the flowers to his left hand, and handed his right hand to Ye Jin.

"..."

Ye Jin had no choice but to grab Qin's coat directly.

Xiang Qin immediately covered his collar as if he had been molested, and Ye Jin asked leisurely, "Can't you take it off?"

Xiang Qin hesitated.

Ye Jin: "Then can brother Qin take off his first love?"

Xiang Qin hesitated even more.

Ye Jin originally didn't mean to take advantage of people's drunkenness, but now she couldn't help it.

"Brother Qin, tell me, who is your first love?"

"……can not say."

Ye Jin was not surprised either, he bent down and pinched Xiang Qin's ear that he wanted to pinch for a long time.

Slightly thick, hot, and really nice to the touch.

He gently kneaded/squeezed twice, and coaxed slowly: "Tell me, what's the name of your first love?"

Xiang Qin's whole body trembled from being rubbed, and his face was almost blushing.

But just don't speak.

Ye Jin squeezed twice more.

Forget it.

Don't push too hard.

Just as he was about to let Xiang Qin go, he heard Xiang Qin whisper, "Jinjin...it's Jinjin."

"..." Ye Jin gave a sharp pause.

Even though Zhong Buyun had obtained a cryptic answer, when Xiang Qin confessed, Ye Jin's heartbeat still couldn't hold back, and he missed several beats.

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small theater:

Later, Ye Jin, who knew that Xiang Qin was actually a month younger than himself, teased him on the bed: "Brother, come and listen."

Xiang Qin blushed and kept silent, coughing and coughing hard.

Come, come, come, 52 red envelopes late.