I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

Bai Yanqing and the girl made an appointment at a Sublimotion high-end western restaurant opened at the beginning of the year by the river.

Song Ziyan heard the address and remembered that senior brother had a private studio there.

More than ten minutes away, drive there.

The two take the elevator.

Bai Yanqing had just gone to change clothes in the house, and hadn't looked at Song Ziyan's women's clothing carefully yet.

Right now, his eyes can be called unrestrained looking at Song Ziyan.

Suddenly, he paused, and there was playfulness in his eyes.

Song Ziyan was uncomfortable seeing him, so he simply turned his back to him.

At this moment, Bai Yanqing walked towards him.

He was standing in a bad position, close to the corner, as if he was besieged by Bai Yanqing.

Song Ziyan was ashamed: "What's the matter..."

Bai Yanqing was a head taller than him, looking down, he saw a scene that didn't belong to a man like Song Ziyan.

He raised his lips, and touched Song Ziyan's back with his fingertips through his clothes.

Song Ziyan froze and struggled.

Bai Yanqing smiled lowly and asked him, "Wait for me in the car when things are over?"

Song Ziyan knew without guessing that he was going to do something strange again: "...don't."

He was afraid that Bai Yanqing would not agree, so he added: "You, you have enough for today." Bai Yanqing smiled: "That makes sense. Then, don't throw away this dress, show me it next time? Count it in the number of times .”

.Song Ziyan is still struggling with disagreement.

Bai Yanqing smiled and said, "Oh, it doesn't matter if you throw away the clothes, you can buy new ones."

"You can't throw it away..." He chuckled, lowered his head, and purposely approached Song Ziyan's ear, "It's inside."

Song Ziyan trembled, and his ears turned red instantly.

"Next time you wear it face to face for me to see?"

Song Ziyan blushed, and didn't want to talk to him.

Bai Yanqing's fingertips were neither light nor heavy, seemingly intentional or unintentional, stroking his back: "Huh?"

"Ding——, negative first floor."

The elevator announces.

Song Ziyan pushed him away with some effort, and walked out of the elevator blushing.

In the car, he opened the rear door.

Bai Yanqing let it go and didn't tease him again this time, he held the steering wheel and talked with him about things later.

Song Ziyan pretended to be a little girlfriend who was put on pigeons by her boyfriend, but found that her boyfriend was eating with other women.

All he needed to do was to go and lose his temper while they were eating.

Song Ziyan had read the script before, and his hands on his lap tensed into fists.

His upbringing didn't allow him to do that in public, let alone in women's clothing.

Bai Yanqing comforted him, and soon arrived at the place.

Bai Yanqing got off the car and went to the appointment.

Song Ziyan waited in the car. After about 10 minutes, he put his hand on the doorknob.

For a long time, push away.

Song Ziyan didn't know what he did afterwards, his mind was always dizzy, and no one dared to look at it.It wasn't until I came out of the restaurant and was blown by the wind by the river that my mind gradually became clear.

He was afraid that Bai Yanqing would come out and talk about the elevator, so he hurried down the steps.

He wants to take a taxi back.

It's some distance from the road.

It was past seven o'clock, all kinds of people, Song Ziyan was wearing this suit, shrugging his shoulders modestly.

Passing by a teahouse, two or three girls in high school uniforms were standing outside the iron railing covered with roses, discussing something excitedly.

Song Ziyan approached and heard them say that the foreign man was so handsome and immortal, and two of them even took pictures with their mobile phones.

Out of curiosity, Song Ziyan looked through the cracks in the railing.

The first thing that catches the eye is a head of long brown hair that reaches to the waist and slightly curly, followed by an off-white double-breasted Tang suit and a pair of navy blue linen trousers.

One hand was in his pocket, and the other was hanging by his side, with a cigarette between his fingers.

Leaning against a laurel tree that is not young, I am talking and laughing with the bearded old man who is making tea opposite.

Song Ziyan: "..."

Isn't this Shi Ge Randall?

In an instant, he had a bad feeling.

Almost in the next second, the system's voice rang: [Julian suffered two consecutive defeats, which made him extremely annoyed.

One day, Julian helped a friend who opened a Taobao store and took a few photos of women's clothing. Afterwards, Julian felt that the women's clothing on his body was good, so he wore it and left.

The two had dinner at a family by the river and passed by a teahouse.A few female students were standing outside the railing chatting.

Julian caught the key words in their mouths, and when he looked inside, he saw a man standing under the emerald green laurel, with a supernatural demeanor and a smile on his face.

This is clearly his senior brother Randall.

Wearing Chinese-style clothes does not make people feel disobedient at all, but gives people a feeling of being out of the world.

Julian fell in love at a glance, he thought, if there is an angel in this world, it must be like Randall.

What brother, what friend, Julian gave up at this moment.

He goes to the gate.

He made up his mind that he wanted to get Randall.

But after having failed twice, this time, at least for now, he came up with a better idea. 】

The author has something to say: my elder brother is not here, but my senior brother is here (Cheers, this chapter is a little short, try to code another chapter at a fixed update time at twelve o'clock in the morning.

Haha I didn’t code it out, I’m afraid it will be delayed a little bit (Panda’s head pointing up, small scene.JPG