Why do you call me brother?
Philo's finger bones clicked.
For a moment, Wei Shao suspected that he was going to fight with him.
But he just lowered his eyes: "Got it."
Wei Shao didn't react: "Hmm... what did you know?"
Philo picked up the juice, took a sip, and said calmly, "I will keep my distance from you in the future."
Wei Shao: “?”
Philo: "After all, we've only known each other for a few months."
Wei Shao: “…”
Philo: "I don't know how to make friends."
"you--"
Wei Shao wanted to refute on the spot, but he couldn't form a sentence for a long time because he had said all the words himself.
But that's clearly not what he meant when he said it!
He was so angry that he snatched the juice from Philo's hand and drank it all in one gulp.
Philo's fingers were still in a half-bent position, suspended in mid-air, and his eyes turned very slowly towards Wei Shao, staring at his lips.
He licked the remaining juice from his lips and asked patiently, "Do you want more?"
"...No," Wei Shao felt his fist hitting cotton and frowned, "Don't interrupt."
After he finished speaking, he was surprised to find that his tone seemed a little fierce.
Then Philo suddenly became quiet, not just in his words but in his entire state. His lonely gaze fell on the cabinet of medals.
Wei Shao recalled a time when he was chatting with someone and he also looked at the wall full of things and said to himself:
"The new soldiers are very eager for these, but only I know that the more medals I get, the fewer friends I have. Now, there is only one Ludel left."
…He seemed to understand why Philo tried so hard to protect him.
Wei Shao dragged his chair and squeezed next to Philo, and naturally received resistance from Philo - specifically, Philo changed his sitting direction and sat with his back to him.
Wei Shao was amused by his childish behavior and tugged at his sleeve.
"Why……"
"Don't I have a name?" Philo still didn't look at him, but for the first time ever, he operated the terminal to open the Shadow Pool.
Wei Shao took a quick look and saw a meaningless love drama being broadcasted, in which the protagonist, a male insect, and his eighteen wives loved each other dearly, and the content was quite politically correct.
"We won't watch dramas with incorrect values." Wei Shao pinched Ying Chi and this time moved himself and his chair directly in front of Fei Luo. "I have a name. Brother, can I call you brother?"
Philo was startled, pursed his lips lightly, and said nothing.
"Brother, thank you. I know you did this because you were worried about me." Wei Shao softened his voice and tried to coax Wei Xia like a little girl. "But next time you encounter something like this, think about yourself first, okay? Otherwise, I will feel bad too. It's not because I have a psychological burden, but because I am also worried about your situation."
Filo turned his face away slightly: "...Got it."
This time it should be true. Wei Shao thought.
Wei Shao planned to hire a few hackers on Heitao.com to directly remove all the messy discussions on the Internet...but he really had no idea about the marriage matching issue.
I wanted to ask Philo what he thought, but then I thought forget it - except for the first few days when Philo showed a little enthusiasm for finding a partner, he was completely in a bad state afterwards.
I guess asking won't yield any results, and it will only annoy Philo.
He collected his thoughts and put another glass of juice on the table into Philo's hand: "Here, I apologize to you. I spoke harshly today. I guess I made you feel uncomfortable."
"Are you going to apologize with the juice I squeezed?" Philo snorted, as if complaining about Wei Shao's lack of sincerity.
Wei Shao laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I will show you my skills today and arrange a Manhattan for you."
Philo watched him skillfully take out a set of bartending tools from the cabinet and asked incredulously, "When did you give me the wine and tools?"
Wei Shao clinked the two cocktail shakers together, making a ding sound. “When I came to eat a few days ago.”
It was not an easy task to match and compare the taste of these unfamiliar names with the wines from his original world, otherwise he would have opened his screen in front of Philo long ago.
"Try it, it's definitely better than those messy bars out there."
Because of the male Zerg George and some guy who has not yet appeared, Wei Shao has always had obvious ill will towards the Zerg bar.
Philo took a sip. The sweetness of the vermouth and the spiciness of the whiskey blended perfectly. The taste was mellow and strong, with a faint bitter orange fragrance in the aftertaste.
"How about it?"
Philo narrowed his eyes slightly: "It tastes good."
Wei Shao curled his lips and his hand movements became more fancy.
When he had mixed the second cup and was about to clink glasses with Philo, he found that the other's cup was empty and he was staring at the cup in his hand without blinking.
"It seems like you really like it..." Wei Shao laughed and gave him the cup in his hand, "Don't drink so fast, be careful not to get drunk. I use rye with a concentration of more than 50 degrees."
"Yeah." Philo nodded, then finished the second cup in a few gulps.
"..."Wei Shao reasonably suspected that he couldn't even taste the flavor.
Philo put the empty cup on the table, leaned his arm on the back of the chair, propped up his head and looked at Wei Shao, not speaking for a long time.
When he spoke again, his voice was a little lazy and hoarse: "I want more."
Wei Shao: "...have a glass of juice?"
Philo pushed it away unhappily: "You fooled me."
Wei Shao looked at the faint blush on his face and thought something was wrong.
"Are you drunk?"
"I don't."
“Your face is red…!”
"Wei Shao, why are you so annoying?" Filo frowned and looked up, his moist eyes revealing displeasure.
Wei Shao, who was innocently despised: "..."
He used to drink sparkling wine or soft drinks with Philo, and the sweet wine he drank at the palace banquet was almost non-alcoholic. He had no idea how much Philo could drink...
"How about," he suggested carefully, "I'll help you back to your room to sleep?"
Fei Luo didn't say anything, but dodged when Wei Shao reached out his hand: "I'm not sleepy."
Wei Shao said helplessly: "Aren't you dizzy?"
He observed Philo's face. Although his cheeks and eyes were red and getting redder, his expression and eyes were not broken. Maybe he was not particularly drunk... right? Isn't it said that drinking alcohol will make your face look better than getting drunk?
Philo frowned and looked at him with a stern expression, but his question was illogical: "Why do you call me brother?"
Why is that? If he’s older than me, what else should I call him if not brother? Call me uncle? I'm afraid of being beaten.
"Why do you call me brother?" he continued to ask.
"Alright," Wei Shao sighed. He was sure that Fei Luo was drunk, and decided not to reason with a drunkard who had such a poor alcohol tolerance. "Are you unhappy? Then why don't you call me brother?"
Philo was silent for two seconds and refused: "...Dream on."
Wei Shao laughed again as he was not allowed to take advantage of others even when he was drunk.
"Why should you let me call you brother?" Philo insisted.
Wei Shao was not going to continue discussing the question of "why" and "why" with him, and picked up the two empty cups and the wine-stained utensils: "Just stay still and don't move."
Philo hugged the back of his chair and said nothing.
Wei Shao felt relieved and turned into the kitchen.
When he came out and saw Philo holding the bottle of rye and drinking from it, he almost had a heart attack: "Ancestor! How dare you drink it!"
Fei Luo had his wine stolen and choked for a long time. Wei Shao hurriedly helped him to calm down and wanted to drag him to the bathroom to induce vomiting. As a result, both of them fell to the ground.
“Damn it…what’s going on…” Wei Shao pulled his hand away from behind Fei Luo’s head and stood up.
Philo's face was completely red.
He lay on his back on the cold bathroom floor, grabbing Wei Shao's -
Pants.
"...Don't go." The voice was soft and hoarse, like a sick beauty, but the strength was great enough to pull over a cow.
Veins on Wei Shao's forehead flashed for a moment, his lips pursed, his right hand tightly grasped his pants, and he wanted to cry but had no tears: "No, no, ancestor, let go first."
After hearing this, Filo got angry and said, "No!"
His eyes were red as he increased his strength. There was a strange stubbornness in his voice that Wei Shao could not understand: "I will definitely not let up this time."
“Sizzle—”
Wei Shao looked at the remaining pieces of trousers in his hands and on his crotch in a daze and closed his eyes in despair.
He also absolutely
absolute,
He would never let Philo drink a drop of wine in front of him again!
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