Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The person in the seat not far in front, blocked by a vase, was wearing a dark blue haute couture windbreaker, sitting there leisurely with his legs crossed, holding a crystal goblet with his slender fingers, shaking it slowly——Qing Huan’s heart Also swaying with the wine glass - is it him...

Qing Huan was a little absent-minded, the pasta on the delicate plate was messed up by him, but he didn't notice - M who was sitting opposite glanced back, but didn't say much, just ate it gracefully with their own meals.

Seeing the man put down his feet and stand up slowly, Qing Huan's heart twisted - his face was revealed - it was a strange face.Qing Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately...

But just because of his momentary loss of concentration, the fork in his hand fell to the ground. When he knelt down to pick it up, he didn't notice the waiter passing by. He got up too fast and bumped into the waiter. The seafood soup accidentally spilled on his clothes...

"I'm sorry, sir..." the waiter turned pale.

"That's alright." Qing Huan refused the waiter to serve him, but just took the clean napkin and said to M who was sitting opposite: "I'll go to the bathroom to deal with it."

"OK." M smiled: "I'll wait for your return."

"it is good."

Qing Huan went into the bathroom, the spotless white bathroom was empty, and it smelled of eau de toilette, not too strong to make people disgusted, it was just the right feeling.He closed the door and took off his school uniform jacket. The thick soup just spilled on the white part of the red and white school uniform, but it was difficult to clean it just by dipping it in water. Qing Huan squeezed some hand sanitizer on the sink, and found …was supposed to deal with a small stain, but ended up spreading over half the garment, and tended to be more and more…

Qing Huan put the clothes aside in a wicked way, feeling the irritability in his heart, he lowered his head, turned on the faucet, and washed his face with cold water in his hands, when he looked up in the mirror, his eyes were suddenly covered by the warmth , and then put a wide embrace on the back...

That familiar breath... Qing Huan's body froze, trying to break free, her strong arms tightly clasped his waist, pulling him even closer into her arms—the two bodies were tightly pressed together without any gaps together...

His moist and hot breath sprayed on Qing Huan's ears, blushing: "Let..." Qing Huan's body couldn't help trembling slightly because of the lover's murmur—he felt that his breathing was a little strange. smooth...

As if the time went back to that thousand years ago, in that ancient temple, forgetting all the rules and regulations and mundane affairs, the two hugged each other in a place where no one was around, whispering love words that only the two of them could understand.At that time, he was just a handsome little monk, and he was just an unrestrained dragon demon.Their relationship is simple but pure, they just want to stay together...

However, times have changed, things have changed, and they are no longer what they used to be...

Qing Huan pushed away his hand covering her eyes, turned around - and the man's hand was still around his waist, it seemed that he was only letting him move within the scope of his permission...

Qing Huan looked at that face—if it was said that thousands of years ago, it still had the unrestrained spirit of a demon, but if it had already been contaminated with the righteousness of a god, even if there was evil in the smile, it couldn't hide the aura of the gods around her... He is the dragon god, standing aloft and looking down on mortals.

"Who... are you?" Qing Huan asked - she didn't know if she was asking him or confirming to herself.

He lowered his head, the distance between their faces was only two or three centimeters, and said in a low voice, "Jian, you clearly remember me... I am Zhao... Zhao who has a red line with you."

Qing Huan only felt that the finger tied with the red thread was hot, lowered his head, the red thread had already appeared, with a red halo——Long Zhao took Qing Huan's hand, intertwined his fingers, and the red thread on the two hands touched together , as if connected together...

Qing Huan's eyes darkened: "Are you Zhao... or Long Zhao?"

Long Zhao stared at Qing Huan, and said, "Zhao is Long Zhao, they are always the same."

Qing Huan shook her head lightly: "No, Zhao is Zhao...Xue Rang only knows Zhao."

Long Zhao frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Zhao is Xue Rang's lover, and Long Zhao is the dragon god in the heaven...how could it be the same?" Xue Rang loves Zhao even if he is a lowly dragon demon, but they love each other and have the most sincere love for each other. Xue Rang's feelings...Only such a Zhao will make Xue Rang wait stupidly, even if he becomes a lonely soul, forgetting the past, still waiting for him to come back to find himself...

Long Zhaohuan exerted force on Qing Huan's waist: "Whether it's the Dragon God or not, Zhao is Xue Rang's lover... Are you still blaming me?"

Qing Huan's eyes are clear; "You are God... You said that God is ruthless and desireless, so how can there be love? Long Zhao and Bai Qinghuan are in a contractual relationship with the same destiny, and Long Zhao's oath to Bai Qinghuan has nothing to do It's almost love, it's just a kind of unwilling possessive desire...how can it be compared with the relationship between Zhao and Xue Rang?"

Long Zhao lowered his face: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Long Zhao is not the original Zhao, and Bai Qinghuan is not Xue Rang from the previous life, so I hope Lord Dragon God will not confuse the two." Qing Huan said clearly.

"You are now..." Long Zhao's voice was suppressed: "Do you want to get rid of the relationship?"

"I'm just telling the truth." Qing Huan said: "You left that day, I thought you were tired of the tedious life in the world, and I never thought I would see you again."

Long Zhao hugged his waist tightly, raised his chin with his empty hand, "You really want me to leave, don't you? What's on your mind?"

Qing Huan looked directly at him: "This sentence should be me asking you, Lord Dragon God, right? What do you want to do? You should go back to your god's world and live your carefree life. Why hang around in the world? Focus on just one landscape.”

Long Zhao snorted coldly, his original composure had long been lost: "What I want to do is my business, I don't need you to tell me."

Qing Huan is not a doormat either, she sneered: "Naturally it has nothing to do with me, just please don't get interested and come to me to pass the time. I have a contract with you, but I am not your accessory, I also have my own life to live."

"Your life is entangled with one man after another? No, some, not even human beings." Long Zhao retorted, but ignored the sour taste in his words.

Qing Huan returned the original words: "What I want to do is my business, and I don't need the people of the Dragon God to bother to point me out." But he was thinking in his heart: How does he know these things about himself...

"you are mine……"

Qing Huan stared at him: "Then you kill me, and I will give you my life."

There was a cold light in Long Zhao's eyes - at that moment Qing Huan could feel the murderous intent on his body, he puffed up his chest, thinking that he was going to teach him a lesson, but... the next moment, Long Zhao lowered his head and bit his lips , the tip of her tongue opened his teeth, wantonly invading——Qing Huan was stunned——this is completely unreasonable...

Qing Huan put her hands on his chest, but she couldn't push him away. She was depressed by this scene, which was like the plot of a vulgar movie, but she couldn't help but feel angry——

At this moment, the door of the bathroom opened from the outside, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes strode in—Qing Huan panicked, and pushed Long Zhao harder, but Long Zhao didn't move at all, instead he pushed even further, and took his hand from his shirt. The hem is stretched in...

Qing Huan was dripping with cold sweat—but the strange thing was that the middle-aged man turned a blind eye to their passion, went to the bathroom, washed his hands in the washbasin next to him, and straightened his bow tie before he was satisfied to go away - he was very sane...

It was only then that Qing Huan realized that Long Zhao probably set up a barrier, so that other people could not see their existence...

In order to punish Qing Huan for being absent-minded, Long Zhao bit his rosy lips, and then moved away a little——

Qing Huan panted slightly, and wiped her lips: "Are you crazy... Could it be that Lord Dragon God's only ability is to force others by relying on his own ability?"

Long Zhao licked his lips, and his eyes were stained with desire: "You're right, indeed, Bai Qinghuan...is a different person from Xue Rang..." Xue Rang is docile, Bai Qinghuan is aloof, and sometimes even looks like Like a thorn, ready to stab someone at any time.

Qing Huan clenched his hands into fists: "Really...then just like Xue Rang, Lord Dragon God thinks that Bai Qinghuan can play with him at will?"

The coldness in Long Zhao's eyes gathered again: "Who said I played with Xue Rang? Xue Rang and I are in love..."

Hearing this sentence, Qing Huan felt that part of his body was churning again—he suppressed it forcefully, and said, "In love? You said, Xue Rang and I are different people, then you really understand Have you ever been to Xue Rang? How many memories of Xue Rang do you have in your mind? How much do you know about Xue Rang? Everything about Xue Rang before and after his death... Do you really know? You keep saying Speaking of which, you are in love...then how strong is this love?..."

silence.

Long Zhao stared fixedly at Qing Huan, but couldn't speak.

How much does he remember... the memories he can retrieve...

Xue Rang, just this name can make his heart ache, and it can calm him down for thousands of years... Xue Rang...

Qing Huan suppressed the surge of emotion in his body, he pushed Long Zhao away——

"You don't even know what you want...Xue Rang is so pitiful..." Qing Huan picked up her school uniform jacket and was about to go out, but Long Zhao who came back to her senses grabbed her——

"Let go!" Qing Huan didn't want to entangle with him who had lost his mind.

"I still have something to tell you." Long Zhao said in a deep voice.

"I do not want to hear."

"You have to listen."

"I said I don't want to hear it..." Qing Huan wanted to break his hand: "Let go——Long Zhao, are you crazy..."

Originally, he was such a calm, calm, careless and careless image, how could he become...

"Bai Qinghuan, let me tell you..."

"Kangdang—" The door was kicked open——

Qing Huan subconsciously looked towards the door, and saw a sound of M in a flaxen casual suit with his hands in his belt, standing at the door, looking at them expressionlessly.