Chapter 83 Test
When Yu Qin arrived in Paris, Luo Qinglin and Jiang Yanyu were sitting in the audience, watching a very sexy spring and summer ready-to-wear show.
There were both male and female models on the stage, and the most-dressed ones only had half of their buttocks exposed, with very little fabric.
All the models had highlighter applied on their skin, making it all look bright and dazzling, no matter what their skin tone was.
Passionate Italian rock music was playing on the speakers, which made the atmosphere of the show relaxed. From time to time, there were audiences cheering in the audience and interacting with the beautiful models on the stage.
A blond, blue-eyed male model appeared shirtless, wearing only ripped shorts.
The male model was aloof and didn't smile at first, but when he passed by Luo Qinglin, he actually turned around and winked at him. Luo Qinglin could only smile awkwardly and nodded in response.
Jiang Yanyu glanced at Luo Qinglin and sighed exaggeratedly, "Ah, the colorful world is fascinating. After watching the show for a few days, Mr. Luo's soul is almost being seduced away by other monsters."
The vixen actually has the nerve to call others monsters.
Luo Qinglin curled his lips and asked, "Why don't you walk in this show? Don't you like this style?"
Luo Qinglin really wanted to see Jiang Yanyu wearing Étincelle ready-to-wear clothes, but unfortunately, ever since he debuted as a model, he had never walked in the brand's shows, let alone worn its ready-to-wear clothes.
"I won't go," Jiang Yanyu said with disdain, "Walking like a naked streak, do you think ordinary people can see my butt?"
When Luo Qinglin heard this, he subconsciously glanced downward and his sight fell on the place where Jiang Yanyu was wrapped in his trousers.
Another male model appeared and flirted with Jiang Yanyu with fiery eyes. Jiang Yanyu smiled and waved at the male model in response, but her eyes were all on Luo Qinglin.
"Where are you looking?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
"nothing."
"Nothing? Mr. Luo Zhinan dares to covet my ass," Jiang Yanyu sneered, "You overestimate your own abilities."
Luo Qinglin glared at him, quickly retracted his gaze, and muttered softly: "It's not a butt made of gold, what's wrong with taking a look."
The words "Mr. Straight Man" have appeared frequently recently, and Luo Qinglin feels upset every time he hears them.
How should he confess?
Luo Qinglin thought about it for several days but couldn't come up with a natural solution.
Qin Xiaoxi was busy with interviews and had no time to reply to his messages, and he couldn't possibly tell Bai Shengyun that he was pretending to be straight, so he had no one to talk to.
"By the way, Starla has already altered the size of the skirt and sent it to the hotel. When are you planning to wear it?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
He is over 1.8 meters tall, how can he look good in a skirt? Luo Qinglin didn't reply, and couldn't concentrate on the fashion show. He continued to think about how to confess.
Seeing Luo Qinglin distracted, Jiang Yanyu was slightly dissatisfied. He put his hand on his leg, leaned closer and asked, "Why, you don't want to wear it?"
He tapped lightly with his fingertips, again and again, on his thighs through his trousers.
Luo Qinglin lowered his eyes, looked at the hand on his leg that was obviously taking advantage of him, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
Why doesn't he take advantage of Jiang Yanyu?
There's no point in him pretending anyway, so why not just follow Jiang Yanyu's wishes and respond slowly and step by step?
Luo Qinglin stared, his eyes fixed on the hand, staring at the blue veins on the back of the hand.
When Jiang Yanyu moved his fingertips, the blue veins seemed to have life, swaying rhythmically, making people want to press those blue veins.
His left hand quietly moved to his collar, and Luo Qinglin pretended to adjust his tie, pulling it up and down, left and right, and was reluctant to let go.
"Luo Qinglin, I'm asking you if you don't want to wear it." Jiang Yanyu moved closer and leaned into Luo Qinglin's ear, his voice clearly revealing his unhappiness.
The fabric of his trousers made a rustling sound. Luo Qinglin turned his head to the other side, leaving only the side of his neck to Jiang Yanyu.
The drum beats in the background music gradually became faster and gradually coincided with Luo Qinglin's heartbeat. It's an easy decision to make, but it's harder to implement than getting him to exercise.
Luo Qinglin pursed his lips, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and held his breath.
When he opened his eyes again, Luo Qinglin finally lowered his left hand and gently placed his palm on the back of Jiang Yanyu's hand.
In the past, Jiang Yanyu always took the initiative to hold his hand, and Luo Qinglin didn't feel nervous at that time. But when he really took the initiative to shake Jiang Yanyu's hand, his heart beat faster than ever.
The moment Luo Qinglin's hand covered him, Jiang Yanyu's palm suddenly exerted force, and his five fingers pressed tightly against the fabric, leaving unnatural creases on his ironed trousers.
Luo Qinglin did not dare to turn back. His eyes were fixed on the other end of the T-stage. His attention was completely focused on his hands. He did not even know when the show ended.
Jiang Yanyu's breathing suddenly became louder, as if he was sniffing the scent on Luo Qinglin's neck.
The warm breath slowly spread to the side of my neck, like a needle that had been burned by fire, pricking my neck up and down. It wasn't painful, but slightly itchy, as if it was going to invade my blood.
"Mr. Luo Zhinan," Jiang Yanyu asked slowly and in a low voice, "What does your hand mean?"
Luo Qinglin didn't reply, his expression was cold and indifferent, without revealing any expression.
Different from his expression, the five fingers of his left hand gradually separated and slowly squeezed into the gaps between Jiang Yanyu's fingers at the slowest speed.
When their fingers were intertwined, Luo Qinglin slowly exhaled.
But the tension did not dissipate from the body with his breathing. Luo Qinglin felt that his heart was about to rise to his throat and beat out.
Jiang Yanyu lowered his eyes and looked at the hand that was being held. His eyes suddenly became aggressive, like a fox looking at a sparrow that had fallen to the ground. He wished he could stretch out his claws to hold the sparrow's tail hard, making it unable to move.
When he raised his head again, Jiang Yanyu's tone became frivolous again, "What do you mean by this? Are you deliberately acting like a spoiled child to please me? Don't you want to wear the skirt I prepared for you?"
"I don't care," Luo Qinglin replied, "It's just a skirt. Wearing it or not is a small matter to me."
The brand's creative director came out and people around him started applauding.
There were only two people sitting there, one had a blank expression on his face, as if he was looking down on everyone, and the other was aggressive, with eyes only on the person next to him.
Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the stage and no one paid attention to their unusual behavior.
"Since these are all trivial matters..." Jiang Yanyu chuckled and asked, "Then let me ask, what does Mr. Luo Zhinan think is a big deal?"
Luo Qinglin made a great determination to take the first step. At this time, when he heard the word "straight man", it was unpleasant and annoying.
"Can you please stop calling me that?" Luo Qinglin said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "It sounds terrible, I don't like it."
"Which word do you dislike?" Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you dislike 'Mr.' or 'straight man'?"
Luo Qinglin suspected that Jiang Yanyu was teasing him on purpose. He had made such an obvious move, but he still asked such a question.
Would a straight man hold hands with a person of the same sex? Will we hold hands?
"I don't like any of them!" Luo Qinglin emphasized every word.
"You are not allowed to call me 'sir', and you are not allowed to say 'straight man'. I don't even know what to call you so that you will like it." Jiang Yanyu sighed and said aggrievedly.
Normally it’s easy to call him Qinglin, bb, mon amour, but why don’t I know what to call him now?
"Never mind. Whatever you want."
Luo Qinglin was amused to the point of being a little angry. The tension and unhappiness piled together made him look like his hair stood on end, and he became impatient when speaking.
Jiang Yanyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked again: "What about BB? Don't you like me calling you 'BB' too?"
Luo Qinglin pursed his lips, his cheeks puffed up slightly, and the little mole under his eye moved with his breathing, looking extremely unhappy.
"Hey, if you don't like me, don't call me that. Just call me 'Luo Qinglin' from now on." Jiang Yanyu said with regret.
"No..." Luo Qinglin blurted out subconsciously, but only said one word and quickly pursed his lips.
"What did you say?" Jiang Yanyu's smile became more and more obvious, and he asked in surprise, 'You don't like me calling you by your full name either? '
The applause gradually died down, the creative director left the stage, the lights in the auditorium lit up one by one, and everyone else stood up, either staying to talk to someone or preparing to leave.
The surroundings became noisy, with conversations in English and French with various accents mixed together, making it difficult to hear clearly.
Someone who knew Jiang Yanyu passed by and was about to say hello to him, but Jiang Yanyu put his index finger on his lips, shook his head, and signaled the other person not to say anything.
The other person's eyes swept back and forth between the two of them, and he said "AH~" in sudden realization, raised his eyebrows with an ambiguous expression, and hurried away.
The more Jiang Yanyu stared at him, the more uncomfortable Luo Qinglin felt. The heat quickly rose from his heart to his neck, and even his cheeks began to burn.
Jiang Yanyu placed his chin on Luo Qinglin's shoulder and said lazily into his ear: "You don't like this, and you don't like that. So tell me, what will make you satisfied?"
Luo Qinglin barely opened his mouth, and whispered, "I just don't like the words 'Mr. Straight Man'."
"I don't understand," Jiang Yanyu insisted, "You have to say it yourself, then I will know how to call you."
After being teased again and again, Luo Qinglin not only felt awkward, but also felt aggrieved and ashamed, making him feel uneasy.
The complex emotions quickly broke through the upper line. Luo Qinglin could no longer bear the close sight and immediately covered Jiang Yanyu's eyes with his right hand.
At the moment of covering, Luo Qinglin said very quickly: "I don't hate 'bb'."
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu smiled slyly for a moment, then quickly lowered his mouth and said coldly: "Luo Qinglin, let go of your hand."
Luo Qinglin didn't listen to him, as if he wanted to go against him. He didn't loosen his hand, but held it even tighter.
"Let go, I don't want to say it a second time." Jiang Yanyu said in a cold voice.
After he finished speaking, the hand on his eyes shrank for a moment, and after several seconds it finally slowly moved away.
In the sight, Luo Qinglin looked like he had been soaked in hot water, his skin from neck to cheeks was dyed crimson, especially the ear bones, where the color was the darkest.
Jiang Yanyu reached out and pinched his earlobe, gently twisting the warmth, and whispered in his ear: "You are so good, bb."
The author has something to say:
Yu Qin: You guys have finished being affectionate on the show, why should I take a picture?
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