don't cry

--The first time to visit the food street

--Take the bus with others for the first time

-- first time going to a bar

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Jing Rong pursed his lips, and the unhappiness in his heart dissipated a little, but his face was not very good.

He always hated this kind of environment, and it was impossible for him to be in a good mood.

Qu Yu rubbed his eyes, as if he was a little sleepy: "Let's go brother, go back to sleep."

Qu Yu didn't like this kind of place very much either, he just wanted to have a look with Jing Rong, so he kept awake and dragged people to run rampant in the bar.

After all, there is no experience.

The two agreed, so they got up and went out.

Just when they passed by the bar, Zhang Yuhan stopped them: "Are you leaving now?"

Jing Rong nodded: "Qu Yu feels a little uncomfortable, I'll take him back first."

This reason is impeccable, Zhang Yuhan has no way to stop the person, so he has no choice but to let him go.

Although the two handsome guys are very eye-catching, if the Lord is going to go back and do something interesting, wouldn't it be a good thing for a bad person if she stops her? She won't do such a bad thing.

But before he took two steps, the bartender at the bar called out to Jing Rong: "A customer ordered a glass of wine for you."

Jing Rong frowned, and looked around, but didn't see anyone familiar. Although several people waved at him, they didn't know each other.

He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Zhang Yuhan hissed and stopped him.

Zhang Yuhan glanced at the bodyguards standing at the door, moved a little closer and explained to them: "This bar has a rule that you have to drink the wine you ordered, and if you waste it, you have to pay ten times the price of the wine. If you don't follow the rules , not allowed to leave."

Jing Rong glanced sideways, and sure enough, he saw people staring at him, as if if he didn't obey the rules, they would come and force him to obey the rules.

He frowned, took out his phone and wanted to pay.

Although I don't ask for money from my family very much, and I don't have much savings, but it is more than enough to pay for the wine.

But Qu Yu pressed his hand, and a sly look flashed in his eyes: "Isn't it just a glass of wine, you can get it for nothing|why do you have to pay for whoring, save it, save it for me later."

After speaking, he raised his glass and drank the drink in full view, and showed it to the bartender.

The bartender shrugged and waved them off.

Qu Yu leaned lazily on Jing Rong again, who sighed softly, bid farewell to Zhang Yuhan, and left with the help of others.

After leaving the bar, the air outside seemed extraordinarily fresh and smooth.

Jing Rong took a taxi on the side of the road, told him the address, and was stopped by someone.

The other party came over like boneless, and coquettishly whispered: "Brother, I'm drunk."

It seems that he is really drunk.

Jing Rong laughed and pinched his face: "Why are you drunk, I think you are very sober."

Qu Yu pouted, silently asking for a kiss.

There was a driver in front of him, and Jing Rong didn't want to spoil him at this time, so he covered Qu Yu's mouth with his hand, and pressed him on the shoulder to keep him from making a fuss.

The road conditions were okay at night, and it didn't take long to reach the gate of the community.

Jing Rong paid the money and walked in holding hands with Qu Yu.

Just as soon as she took the elevator upstairs, Qu Yu began to take off her coat.

Jing Rong glanced at the camera on the top and pressed his hand: "Don't move around, take off your coat when you get home."

Qu Yu blinked at him, those innocent peach blossom eyes seemed a little wronged.

Jing Rong paused and ignored him.

Fortunately, we soon reached the sixteenth floor, and Jing Rong went out to open the door first.

As soon as the door was opened, someone stuck behind him.

Smelling the alcohol smell on the opponent, Jing Rong felt a little headache.

He pointed to the bedroom: "Hurry up and take a shower, it smells so bad."

The smell of wine is indeed not pleasant, but the more important thing is that Qu Yu is extremely clingy tonight, clinging to him regardless of the occasion, it is simply shameless.

He felt a little strange, but the other party was able to use more torture methods to distract him.

It is almost impossible to guard against.

Jing Rong was a little unhappy, his lips were straightened, and he looked like he couldn't be bothered.

Qu Yu opened his eyes and looked at him, as if confirming something, and then wanted to kiss him.

Jing Rong tilted his head to avoid the wine-smelling kiss.

"Brother, I feel bad." Qu Yu became more and more aggrieved, with mist in his eyes, holding Jing Rong's hand.

The palm of his hand was scorching hot, and Jing Rong almost changed his face in fright.

Jing Rong was a little annoyed: "If you make trouble again, I'll throw you out."

How could this man be so clingy and shameless after drinking, it seemed like he was on top of something.

Qu Yu pursed her lips and didn't move any more.

Jing Rong thought he was being honest, so he turned around to get two glasses of water, and was about to hand him a glass to sober up.

But when she turned her head while carrying the connected water, she saw Qu Yu curled up on the sofa, her ears and neck were stained a layer of light red.

The other party seemed to be trying to endure something, with his hands encircling his knees, until his fingernails turned white.

Jing Rong sensed that something was wrong and put down the water: "What's going on?"

With that said, he was about to sit on the sofa.

"Don't come here," Qu Yu suddenly said, his voice was hoarse, like a dry desert, "There is a problem with the wine."

When he said this, Jing Rong froze, thinking of the glass of wine in the bar just now.

After drinking at the food stall, although Qu Yu is clingy, she still knows how to measure it. She just likes clinging to him, but she took off her coat in the elevator just now, which is obviously not normal.

"I'll go to the bathroom for a while." Qu Yu looked up at Jing Rong and said.

Jing Rong saw his reddened eye corners and the tears shed from patience.

For some reason, he felt a burst of anger and distress.

But before he could react, Qu Yu seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He clenched his fists and hurriedly got up and walked into the bedroom.

Bang.

The bathroom door was closed.

Jing Rong sat on the sofa in a daze, his eyes fell on the two glasses of water.

The thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he straightened his back as if returning to his senses, and suddenly felt heat on the back of his neck.

At the bar, if he had insisted on paying, Quyu would not have downed the glass of wine in question.

If the other party didn't feel that it was a waste of money and didn't drink that glass of wine, they wouldn't be so uncomfortable to take a cold shower now.

Jing Rong stroked his fingertips, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the bedroom.

In fact, with their current relationship, he can...

But Qu Yu didn't seem to take this choice into consideration.

Involuntarily, Jing Rong thought of what he said angrily last night about a week later, and seemed to understand something.

this fool.

He smiled helplessly.

All the gloom in my heart was gone, and what came up was a sweet and sour feeling, which was not a bad feeling after all.

It was a little far away, and he could only hear the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom, but he couldn't hear anything else, but this did not prevent his heart from being full of sweetness.

Some little fool is respecting him.

After being quiet, Jing Rong let out a sigh of relief, took off his slippers, and walked slowly to the bedroom.

Qu Yu kept joking about the things in the bedside table, Jing Rong naturally knew what was in it, he opened the drawer, and he was still a little ashamed when he saw those things.

He curled his fingers, but firmly took out those things, took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table, and then knocked on the bathroom door.

It took a few seconds for the sound of water inside the door to stop, and a few more seconds later for Qu Yu to open the door.

The other party had already taken off his clothes, but covered his body with the door, only a little of his cheeks were exposed, and the red at the end of his eyes was particularly eye-catching.

"I thought about it." Without glasses, Jing Rong subconsciously narrowed his eyes, "I'll change it to tonight in a week."

Because of his words, Qu Yu subconsciously tightened his grip on the door panel.

Qu Yu looked at him fixedly: "Are you sure?"

Asking to do this kind of thing is already breaking Jing Rong's bottom line, but this person is still struggling.

Jing Rong was a little ashamed and annoyed. He didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he simply walked into the bathroom and closed the door with his own hands.

……

……

As a man of the year at the Beicheng Drama Academy, Jing Rong is constantly being watched in every aspect, including his appearance, his family background, and his grades.

Jing Rong's flexibility has always been very good, and the physique teacher likes him very much.

Every time he attends class or goes to practice basic skills, his performance can make the people around him envy and yearn for him.

Qu Yu also watched Jing Rong who was practicing basic skills for a long time.

At that time, Jing Rong had a kind of extraordinarily peaceful beauty, which was unbelievable just looking at it from a distance.

The same person, why his waist can be so soft, how can his body be bent into that kind of curvature.

"Well……"

A wet hand was pressed against the tile, the fingertips were dark pink, curled up weakly.

"My basic skills are poor, can brother teach me?" Qu Yu posted it and asked in a low voice in his ear.

Youth cannot refuse.

Just like in school, the teacher will teach the students knowledge, and of course the seniors can also give some basic skills to the students.

Split-horse, open the shoulders and press the waist, lower the waist, hold the ankles in M ​​shape, hold the bar in V shape...

As a conscientious senior, Jing Rong showed his juniors what it means to be flexible and what it means to have solid basic skills.

Even if the situation is very difficult, his posture is very standard, as if he is being watched by a strict teacher, and he dare not release the water secretly.

The junior laughed in a low voice, with mockery in his eyes, he held the senior's skinny ankle with his wet palm, and gently pulled it away.

"The senior cut corners, his legs were not straightened, and he was still shaking, he should be punished." The junior's voice was low and hoarse, but his tone was as sweet as honey.

Because of his words, the senior subconsciously stretched his calf.

Sprinkling warm water on his head, the senior pressed his fingers on the mirror again, this time he didn't hold it down and fell down weakly.

A slightly larger hand pressed the back of his hand, pulled him up again, and placed him on the mirror.

The mirror surface has long been covered with a layer of mist, and it is white, and they have left their marks on it.

But one of the hands played tricks, holding the smaller hand and slowly wiped the mirror surface together, and then wiped the rest of the foggy part.

It was not until most of the mirror surface was recovered that the two hands were retracted.

Because of demonstrating the basic skills for a long time, the senior's calf was cramped, numb, and painful, and he couldn't help crying softly.

He cried and asked if he could stop, but in return the junior refused gently.

"The senior is amazing, with such solid basic skills." The junior gently stroked his hair and praised him sincerely.

The senior bit his lip and accepted the praise from the junior students.

He couldn't help frowning, as if he was under some huge pressure, he climbed onto his junior's neck with difficulty.

She leaned forward and offered a shy kiss, kissing away the water marks at the corners of the junior's eyes.

"Don't, don't cry." The senior said intermittently.

Because of his small move, the student took a tight breath and cursed something in a low voice.

The senior completely lost his strength, and let the junior lead him to continue doing other different basic skill postures, but the movements became less standard.

He is broken.

The author has something to say: It's really just the seniors teaching the younger students the basic movements! ! !

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