Chapter 24
Fang Chen didn't seem to notice the strangeness in the man's tone. He tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Rolling dice? Playing poker? Either is fine."
Xisi sneered, "I didn't know you had so many tricks."
The lamb blinked. "What's wrong with you? Are you angry?"
The man said coldly, "No."
Fang Chen nodded. "That's good. Can we change seats? I'd like to sit next to you. I think I can see more clearly."
Xisi's chest was filled with anger, but he couldn't really get angry at Fang Chen. He could only endure it with all his might, his tone as cold as ice. "No."
Fang Chen pouted, but didn't ask any further.
The man frowned and picked up the wine glass and drank half of it in one breath. The cold wine went down his throat, bringing with it a burning sensation, which made his heart even hotter.
Joey's eyes darted back and forth, not knowing what was going on today. After thinking for a moment, he waved for someone to bring the roulette wheel over.
"Shen! Spin the Wheel! Wanna play?"
Fang Chen's attention was drawn to him. He glanced at the roulette wheel and nodded, "Okay."
In fact, there were quite a few people at their table, most of whom were people he had met last time at the farm, and they were all from the club, so Fang Chen didn't feel that restrained.
He muttered quietly, "What if it turns to drinking?"
Sith glanced at him and said, "I'll drink it for you."
Fang Chen leaned closer to the man and spoke in a low voice, as if they were whispering to each other, "Are you drunk?"
The atmosphere in the bar was dim and noisy, but the boy's voice fell into his ears word for word, like a light feather falling on the tip of his heart, not heavy, but very itchy.
The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice lowered a few notes, "No."
He was coaxed so easily.
All Fang Chen needed to do was get close to him and say a word to him.
Just like a soft little lamb, after bleating twice, the usually ferocious gray wolf would walk up to him with lowered head and couldn't help wagging its tail at him.
He subconsciously tilted his head towards Fang Chen, feeling that the lamb was even more fragrant and sweet today. The man's breathing became heavier, but the next second, the lamb sat back down and raised his hand happily, "I want to be the first to turn."
It seems close yet not close.
Sis clenched the glass tightly in his hand, feeling that he had almost reached a breaking point. He tilted his head to glance downstairs. The game was in full swing. Sis had never been interested in such wild games, but now he felt the urge to go down and throw a few punches to let off some steam.
"Have a glass of whiskey." Fang Chen looked at the option needle on the dial, and immediately turned his head to look at Sith, his eyes shining.
Sith raised his eyebrows at him with a calm expression.
The lamb was now eager, adding ice cubes and lemon wedges to the glass. He then poured a full glass of wine and respectfully brought it to Sis, raising it above his head. "Big King, please!"
Please come in, Your Majesty.
What you said is nonsensical.
Sis raised the corner of his lips imperceptibly, took the cup, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
But it was not known whether Fang Chen was unlucky or Sis was more unlucky, but in the next three or four rounds, it was Fang Chen's turn to drink.
The man drank glass after glass of wine without changing his expression, as if all the alcohol had evaporated into thin air in his stomach. However, his gaze towards Fang Chen became increasingly darker and stickier.
After drinking several glasses in a row, Fang Chen was a little afraid to pour more wine in the end. He leaned over and looked at Xisi carefully, "Are you really not drunk?"
Sith narrowed his eyes, tilted his head, and leaned close to the boy's ear. He was so close that his lips almost touched the soft earlobe.
"No, I don't get drunk."
What a boast!
Fang Chen gritted his teeth secretly, but the ear that was close to Sith was sprayed with the hot breath from the man's words, and it felt numb and tingling all over his body, as if it had been electrocuted.
Just talk! Why are you standing so close?
The lamb grumbled inwardly angrily, completely ignoring how excessive he had been when breathing to fish for Sith just now.
Only the lamb is allowed to eat meat, and Sis is not allowed to drink soup!
Another round was about to begin, but before Fang Chen could make any move, the man beside him reached out and pressed the roulette wheel.
He said calmly, "I'll take this turn."
The roulette wheel was spinning, and Fang Chen didn't know what was going on. He had an inexplicable feeling that things were getting out of his control.
He subconsciously held his breath and stared at the roulette wheel.
“Give him a hug!”
Literally, hug someone randomly.
This is a relatively conservative option in roulette.
But the eyes of everyone at the table were still fixed on Sith.
After all, this is Sith, and almost no one has ever seen him have any intimate behavior with others.
The man looked very natural, leaning back lazily on the sofa, tilting his head slightly, and his slightly sharp eyes fell on Fang Chen.
Fang Chen wanted to pretend that he didn't see it, but the man's gaze seemed real, making him feel uneasy and uneasy.
"Fang Chen."
The man pronounced his name more and more skillfully, with almost no strange accent.
He stared at Fang Chen closely, his expression and tone natural, "Give me a hug."
Fang Chen swallowed lightly, feeling a little nervous.
It's not like the two of them haven't hugged each other before, but it's bound to be awkward in front of so many people.
He wanted to refuse, "I——"
Before he could finish his words, the man suddenly stood up and picked him up.
Even Fang Chen was still sitting on the sofa, too confused to react.
Eh???
(°ー°〃)
Then, in front of everyone, Xisi naturally hugged Fang Chen and sat down. He hugged him as if he was hugging a small doll, so soft that his chin naturally rested on the boy's black and furry head.
Fang Chen was so confused that he didn't understand how Sith could hold him and put him on his lap.
He was about to struggle to get up, but the man's hand around his waist was like an iron hoop, preventing him from moving.
“Be good.”
Sith whispered.
In such a situation, the man's low and slow voice sounded particularly gentle when it fell into the ears.
Fang Chen's body froze for a moment, and he subconsciously stopped moving.
The man finally raised the corner of his lips in satisfaction.
Holding the person in his arms, he finally felt comfortable.
He sniffed slightly. If the occasion was not wrong, he would even want to bury his head in the boy's neck, just like a sated wolf holding a lamb in his arms, always wanting to smell and lick it.
Fang Chen couldn't help but mutter, "How long will I hold her? They're all looking at me."
Hearing this, the man looked over with a slightly cold gaze. As he glanced over, everyone opposite him quickly looked away.
Fang Chen, “…”
hateful!
Why can’t the dwarf escape the fate of being treated as a figurine by the Sith!
The lamb gave up struggling and turned into a lamb doll.
The man was really tall, and even when he was sitting on the sofa, he still looked very imposing. In comparison, Fang Chen, who was held in his arms, looked like a rag doll two sizes smaller. But it had to be said that the two of them sitting together like this were surprisingly harmonious.
The depression that had been suppressed all night just dissipated. Xisi was in an especially good mood at this moment. He whispered to Fang Chen, "Do you still want to play?"
Fang Chen gritted his teeth and said, "Play!"
The man hummed, but showed no intention of letting her go.
"How do you play with me?"
"Why can't we play?" The man said lazily and nonchalantly, "We agreed to hug each other, we have to respect the rules of the game."
Said it with confidence.
Fang Chen was about to say something else when he heard a bustling noise coming from the stairs. Curious, he looked over. It turned out the match was over, and the blue-haired boxer he'd casually praised for his physique had actually won the championship and was now happily walking towards them.
The man's arm tightened around his waist.
Fang Chen felt a little uncomfortable, frowned, and couldn't help moving.
A cold laugh came from the man above his head, "Don't worry."
???
The boxer named Bedi walked straight towards them, and it even seemed that his target was Fang Chen in Xisi's arms.
The man's face didn't look good.
Until Bedi approached, stood in front of the two, and said excitedly, "Hey! Sis, do you remember me? We greeted each other at the joint school game."
The man raised an eyebrow.
"Sith! I've always wanted to play a match with you!" Bedi clenched his fist. "I hope we can meet on the court next time."
This is the mutual respect among boxers.
Sith nodded at him, "Okay."
Bedi was still excited about meeting his idol. He rubbed his hands and the next second, he saw the boy sitting in Sis's arms.
She has black hair and black eyes, and is as delicate as a rag doll.
The postures of the two people were really ambiguous, especially the man's arm around Fang Chen's waist, holding him in his arms with a very possessive attitude.
"Um, this is—"
Fang Chen's short-circuited brain finally remembered Jie Ming's instructions to him. He struggled to break free from Xi Si's hand, stood up, and greeted Bei Di with a smile on his face, "Hi! You can call me Shen. I just saw your match. It was amazing."
Bedi was flattered, "Oh! Thank you!"
Fang Chen seemed very sincere when he praised people, and looked at you with shining eyes. Beidi felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and scratched his head.
Sis stood up suddenly and said in a cold tone, "It's getting late, we should go back."
Fang Chen was stunned. "Didn't I just come here to play?"
Joey also became anxious and quickly stood up, "Yeah, it's still early, the dance floor isn't even here yet, we'll go down and dance later."
Hearing this, Sith's face became even uglier. The dance floor was so crowded, and if the lamb went in to dance, it would be like throwing it into a pack of wolves.
"It's late, and you have study tasks tomorrow."
The last sentence was said by the other party Shen.
The lamb was suddenly a little angry.
Study and study!
Why are you still thinking about studying when you’re already at the bar having fun?
Chinese education, you win!
He immediately said, "I don't want to, I want to go dancing, otherwise you can go back first!"
Xisi's face was gloomy as he pronounced his name, "Fang Chen."
Fang Chen turned his head and pretended not to hear.
Bedi next to them was confused and didn't know what the relationship between the two people was.
Joey quickly tried to smooth things over, "Play a little longer, Sis, just a little longer."
The man didn't even glance at him, but kept looking at Fang Chen. He seemed angry, but helpless against this man.
In the end, he could only give in again and again, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go with you."
Without waiting for Fang Chen to speak, Joey waved his hand and said, "Everyone, go, let's go and have some fun together."
Twelve o'clock at midnight is the busiest time in the bar.
The light balls made people dizzy, the music was deafening, and everyone in the dance floor was twisting their bodies to the beat.
Fang Chen jumped two steps to the left, bumped into the man's chest, twisted to the right twice, and was blocked by the man again.
He glared up at Sith, "What are you always doing around me?"
The man looked down at him and said in a normal tone, "I'm afraid someone will bump into you."
He has no idea how recruitable he is.
From the moment he entered the dance floor, many people's eyes were glued to him. He was like an elf in the night, and no one could fail to notice him.
But the more people looked at him, the angrier Sith became.
Fang Chen tilted his head and asked him.
"What will happen if you meet me?"
The boy just looked up at him, like an ignorant little animal. Sith pursed his lips and was silent for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, the person in front of him suddenly turned around and continued to sway to the beat of the music.
It seemed like just a casual question.
Fang Chen hadn't been to a bar many times, so when he danced he just stretched his arms and swung his legs, but in Sis's eyes, he looked so adorable.
Someone nearby couldn't help but whistle at Fang Chen.
"Together?"
Fang Chen froze for a moment, and before he could speak, Sith next to him stepped in front of him and stared at him coldly.
The man shrugged. "Okay! He's yours."
Perhaps these words pleased the man, and the coldness on his face eased a little, but Fang Chen still jumped hard and showed his head from behind his shoulders.
"Let's go!"
The man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Sis couldn't stand it any longer, so he turned around, grabbed Fang Chen's wrist, and forcefully dragged him out of the dance floor.
It wasn't until I walked out of the bar that the noisy sounds in my ears subsided.
Fang Chen struggled several times but failed to free his hand. Instead, he was forcefully dragged in front of him by the man.
The man looked down at him and said, "Fang Chen, you've been very naughty today."
I've been having a bad time with him.
Fang Chen looked at him seriously, "Are you angry? Why? Because I want to dance with someone else?"
The man didn't say anything.
Fang Chen took another step closer to him and lowered his voice, "Xis, are you unhappy that I'm dancing with someone else?"
He said this, but he didn't want to get an answer. Instead, he wanted to use the same trick again and turn around to move away, but the man took a step ahead and grabbed him tightly.
"Are you running again?" Sith stared into his eyes.
Fang Chen looked away uncomfortably, "No, you said it was too late, I want to go back to bed."
Xiston paused before saying, "Hmm," "I'll take you there."
On the way back, Fang Chen leaned against the car window, closed his eyes slightly, and pretended to be asleep.
Was he being too obvious tonight?
Can Sith see that?
Fang Chen sighed melancholy in his heart.
Benjamin told him not to be too enthusiastic towards Sith, but to be colder towards him, and even to deliberately joke with others in front of Sith to see if Sith would get angry.
So was he angry?
Fang Chen's mind was in a mess. At first he just wanted to close his eyes and pretend to be a snail, but after a while he actually fell asleep.
The lamb is so heartless.
The man's eyes wandered over him.
This place is very close to the school dormitory building, and the car quickly stopped downstairs.
Sis stopped the car, but had no intention of waking Fang Chen.
A tempting piece of cake was placed right in front of him, and he couldn't resist it.
Fang Chen has been so naughty tonight, it wouldn't be too much for him to ask for some interest.
The boy tilted his head, revealing his soft earlobes from under his black hair. They were so white and tender that Sis's teeth itched at the sight.
Take a bite.
Just one bite...
While half asleep, Fang Chen always felt as if a mosquito had landed on his face, making it itchy. He hummed unconsciously twice and opened his eyes irritably.
As a result, when she looked up, she met the man's gray-blue eyes.
Fang Chen woke up in a startled moment.
His eyes widened slightly, "What...what are you going to do?"
The man's face approached him, his thin lips almost touching his ear. At this moment, the two people's breathing seemed to be entangled.
But soon, the man stood up and sat back down as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, "I called you several times but you didn't wake up. I wanted to see if you were unconscious."
Fang Chen, “…”
Xisi suddenly tilted his head again and looked at Fang Chen quietly, "What do you think I'm going to do?"
I thought!
I thought you were going to kiss me!
The lamb clenched his fists in frustration.
He lowered his head and unbuckled his seatbelt. "I'm going back."
"Fang Chen." Xisi called him again.
The boy looked up and saw Sith asking him with a normal expression.
"What are we having for dinner tomorrow?"
Not asking him whether he will come tomorrow.
Instead, ask him what he's going to eat tomorrow!
So vicious!
“So vicious!!”
Fang Chen sat on the bed and complained angrily to Jieming.
Jieming yelled, "So you agreed? You shouldn't have agreed to it. You'd better not meet him tomorrow! Don't forget our plan! We want to hook him! See if he likes you or not!"
Fang Chen's face was filled with grief.
"You don't understand. You won't understand if you haven't eaten Chinese food."
"I can't quit, I really can't."
And Sis actually said he would make spicy crayfish tomorrow.
Fang Chen couldn't bring himself to say no.
In the end, I could only say unhappily that I wanted it spicier.
Can't think about it anymore.
Fang Chen wiped the saliva that had flowed out and asked humbly, "Jie Ming, what should I do next?"
"The fact that he dragged you out today proves that he's jealous, and if he's jealous, he might like you!"
Jieming thought about it and couldn't help but say, "Could it be that he has some kind of dysfunction? That's why he likes you but doesn't say it out loud."
The lamb was shocked!
Σ(° △°|||)︴
So big! It's all in vain!
After discussing with the Dog-Headed Military Advisor for half an hour without any useful conclusion, Fang Chen was too sleepy to open his eyes and went to wash up while yawning.
When I was washing my face in front of the mirror, I realized something was wrong.
He moved closer and looked carefully in the mirror.
Why are your ears a little red?
It turned out that it was not a dream, there were really mosquitoes in Sis's car.
*
In the apartment, a huge screen was set up in the middle of the living room, and the chef inside was giving a live teaching broadcast.
Sith sat lazily on the sofa, supporting his forehead with one hand, reading very seriously, as if he was reading financial news.
After watching it twice, Sis called for a stop. The screen went dark, but he did not move and continued to sit lazily on the sofa.
He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was resting, but all he could think about was Fang Chen's every move today.
He was so angry that his heart ached at that time, but when he thought about it now, he just felt soft in his heart.
After a while, the man stood up and walked straight inside, but he did not go to the bedroom, but to the guest bedroom where Fang Chen was living at the time.
He lay where Fang Chen had lain, clutching the shirt Fang Chen had worn in one hand, as if smelling it carefully, and there was still Fang Chen's scent on it.
But soon, it will mix with his taste.
The man closed his eyes and let out a heavy gasp from his throat.
…
The next day, Fang Chen had a class in the morning, and he agreed with Xisi to pick him up after class.
Unexpectedly, he was stopped as soon as the get out of class was over.
"Fang Chen! You should also come and participate in the final performance!"
The person who stopped him was an international student. With clasped hands, he pleaded, "You are the best-looking one in our class. Give those foreigners a shock!"
Fang Chen had no interest in this kind of thing and shook his head, "I won't go. I don't have time."
Zhou Lili grabbed him and said, "There's a prize for first place in the final performance. It's two thousand dollars. Let's split it equally."
Fang Chen paused for a moment and spoke hesitantly, "But there's no guarantee that I'll win the prize."
"Guaranteed, if you come and participate, you're guaranteed to win a prize."
Fang Chen was deeply tempted by the money, so he added Zhou Lili's contact information and promised to contact her after returning.
Afraid that Xisi would get impatient, Fang Chen ran out with his bag on his back.
Still on the path beside the school, the man frowned when he saw the boy running towards him. He strode forward and helped him steady himself. "Why are you running?"
"Have you been waiting long?" Fang Chen said apologetically, "After class, a classmate stopped me to discuss something."
"I just got here too."
Sis took his bag and asked calmly, "What's going on? Do you need my help?"
Fang Chen shook his head and told him about inviting him to rehearse a drama.
Xisi really wanted to tell him that he didn't have to worry about money anymore, and he was happy to share his wallet with Fang Chen, but he was afraid that it would scare Fang Chen away.
"What kind of play, did you ask?"
Fang Chen shook his head, "She said she would send me the script tonight."
Sith thought casually, it probably wouldn't be a love scene, and it would be best if there weren't any intimate scenes.
But naturally, these words would not be said to the other party.
He glanced at the time and said, "We don't have that much study to do today. Do you want to relax for a while?"
Um? ? ?
Fang Chen had obviously forgotten about Jie Ming's "cold plan". He looked at Xi Si expectantly, "Where are we going?"
"Have you ever ridden a horse? Do you want me to take you to the stables?"
Fang Chen's eyes lit up, "I want to go! But I can't."
No...that would be great.
Sith smiled gently and politely, "It's okay, I'll teach you."
Riding a horse, teach it by keeping your body close to the horse's body.
After last night's 'exercise', the man lit a cigarette and finally sorted out his thoughts.
He didn't want to be so docile anymore.
The little lamb would make a fuss every now and then, saying he liked other people’s boxing and their figures...
He just says things that make people want to die.
It was enough to show that his progress was too slow.
It's time to add fuel to the fire.
The lamb has been boiled in warm water for so long, it’s time to try a different cooking method.
Oh yes.
Sis also sent a text message to the manager of the horse farm, asking him to clear the field in advance.
What happened yesterday must never happen again.
The lamb's focus can only be on him.
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