Chapter 22

Night falls, in a villa within the third ring road of the imperial capital.

The man stands in front of the French window, his hair is a mess, he is anxiously biting his thumb, the fishy and sweet taste of blood spreads between his lips and tongue.

"Damn... the haunting Xia Yan... why is there always him..." Fang Xihua cursed in a low voice, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and he looked very penetrating.

The public opinion on the Internet reversed too quickly, and the water army that was invested at a high price returned to peace after a circle of ripples.

Fang Xihua hates... no! To be precise, he should hate Xia Yan.

Xia Yan is like his opposite, he is unrestrained and willful, and can easily get everyone's love, while he has tried his best, but he can only make the list of an old man over 40.

In front of Xia Yan, he always felt that he was particularly despicable.

But... as long as he could pull Xia Yan down to the same level, then... no one would despise anyone.

Fang Xihua was too self-abased and always suspicious. He felt that the other party looked down on him, but he forgot that it was he who looked down on himself.

He lived in his own world, deceiving himself.

He took out his mobile phone. The video he had taken before was carefully hidden in the cloud disk. The blood from his thumb rubbed on the screen, leaving a large mark.

Against the background of the faint white light, it was weird and penetrating.

Fang Xihua touched the delicate and sharp profile of the young man on the screen. A trance flashed across his eyes, and then quickly disappeared, turning into greed and calculation. Xia Yan... I will give you one last choice.

*

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Xia Yan... was numb.

He cursed himself a few times on his second account, hoping to set the tone and remind netizens of his past black history. Then... he was labeled as a troll.

[Brother, if you have money, don't make it alone, pull me in. ]

[To be honest, I couldn't stand Xia Yan's flirting, and I still can't stand it now, but her boyfriend has forgiven her, so we passers-by shouldn't get involved and just focus on licking her face. ]

[Xia Yan... Xia Yan... I can't curse anymore. I'm a fan of Tu Xi's mother, but from today on I'm going to be a fan of her career. As for CP fans, I need some time to calm down. ]

[+1 for not being able to curse. ]

[I hope all photographers after Xia Yan will maintain this level, not having values, just wanting to admire her looks, thank you. ]

...

The young man did not give up, and replied: [I think Xia Yan looks very ordinary, and he can be seen everywhere in the entertainment industry.]

[? ? ?]

[Redefine 'ordinary'.]

[Sailors, retreat.]

[Brother... forget it, it's money, it's not shameful.]

Xia Yan opened the system panel in despair, and the progress bar of Task 6 had regressed to 30%... He lay on the bed for more than ten minutes, emptying himself.

"No, I can't give up." The young man muttered to himself.

If there is no stain, then create a stain.

The young man rolled over on the bed quickly, took out his mobile phone, searched around quickly, and identified a newly opened bar, ready to show off.

The reason for choosing a new bar is that the store opened by Liu Jinhao has a very good confidentiality agreement, and the paparazzi can't get in at all. No one broke the news, so how can he blacken himself?

While changing clothes, the young man glanced at his sprained ankle.

He silently gave himself four words.

A disabled body but a strong mind.

As the spokesperson for Beaufort, Beaufort sent him a truckload of clothes this morning, including the same styles in the promotional pictures. The

most popular one at the moment is a black and red jacket.

As the same style as someone else's, the price has been driven up five times in the second-hand market.

Xia Yan chose this outfit without hesitation, fearing that passers-by would not recognize him.

His hair was combed behind his ears in a 3:7 ratio, revealing his smooth and white forehead. His ears and hands were adorned with exaggerated silver skull ornaments, and he wore two chains, one thin and one thick, around his neck as bright embellishments.

The young man didn't know how to put on makeup, and he hesitated for a long time in front of the pile of things, but finally gave up.

This... is already conspicuous enough,

Xia Yan thought uncertainly.

*

Blue Night Bar.

Colorful lights danced everywhere, the singer held a guitar and screamed at the top of his lungs in the center of the stage, men and women gathered together, their bodies bumped against each other, their eyes entangled.

The booth on the second floor.

Zhao Wenxu supported his forehead with one hand and shook the golden liquid in his hand with the other hand, his eyes fell unfocused into the void, as if he was in a daze.

"Hello... Wenxu? Zhao Wenxu."

"Hmm?" Zhao Wenxu came back to his senses and glanced at his college friend, "What's the matter?"

"I'm not the one with the problem." The friend didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You've become so weird these days. You used to hate bars, but now you come here every night to drink alone."

"..."

"What's the problem? It's stumping even our Mr. Zhao."

"..."

"The company? No, Zhao is thriving now. If it's not a business matter, then it's a private matter."

While talking, the friend carefully watched the man and saw that his jaw was tense and his expression was unclear, as if his troubles had been guessed.

"Oh my god, it's true..." The friend became interested, "There's someone you like."

"...Hmm."

Zhao Wenxu rubbed his temples and leaned back on the sofa tiredly. Since escaping from the "Island of Love" and returning to the imperial capital, he has had some...unspeakable dreams every night.

A warm body, smooth skin... and the unique and seductive fragrance that belongs to youth.

The first love in life, falling in love with someone you shouldn't like, is destined to be a tragedy.

A friend asked: "Who is it? Do I know him?"

"I think I know him." Xia Yan has been frequently searched in the past few days. As long as you go online, it is estimated that it is difficult not to know him.

"You look like you're trapped in love... Have you not succeeded in wooing her?"

"If only it were that simple." Zhao Wenxu smiled bitterly, looking depressed, and drank the wine glass in one gulp.

The spicy taste of the wine filled the tip of his tongue.

It made him feel even more pathetic.

Seeing this, his friend considerately did not ask any more questions. He sat on the edge, looking down at the chaotic dance on the first floor. An unknown beauty came to the bar, a group of people surrounded each other, and a few people were secretly taking pictures not far away.

Speaking of beauties... the man couldn't help but think of today's hot search.

That star named Xia Yan is so damn beautiful.

He is a pure straight man, and when he saw the photo, his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, as if he was shot in the head by Cupid, and his heart was pounding.

The man opened his phone and looked at the young man on the screensaver.

Really good looking.

He glanced at the crowd at the bar, and they were just as good looking as the people downstairs... Wait! Just as good looking? ? ? The man lowered his head suddenly, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and stuttered with excitement.

"Xia Xia Xia Yan?"

Zhao Wenxu: "?"

He lowered his head as well.

...

Bar counter.

The young man had a slight smile on his fair face, his eyes lowered, looking at the wine list in his hand, the skull on his right ear reflecting a hazy light.

The positions on the left and right were snatched up by two men with quick eyes and hands.

People kept coming around, calling his name, saying they were his fans. The young man responded in a disjointed manner, and anyone with a discerning eye could see his indifference, but he still attracted a group of people to flatter him even more enthusiastically.

Perhaps because Xia Yan had already publicly announced that he was gay, the girls in the bar, although they also coveted his face and figure, were sensible and did not come over to chat with him, but just watched from a distance.

"Didn't you choose a drink you like?" The man on the right couldn't help but ask first, "Would you like a glass of rum? It tastes sweet and tastes good."

Before Xia Yan could reply,

he heard the boy on the left sneer: "Uncle, you shouldn't go out to play when you are old. Yanyan is a young man, and young people should drink strong liquor."

"Huh?" The young man raised his eyes and looked at the boy. He supported his chin with one hand and said lazily: "Then what do you recommend?"

The boy looked about 18/19 years old, with a baby face, natural curly hair, and dark green eyes like emeralds. He should be a mixed-race child.

He smiled, revealing a small canine tooth: "Of course it's Long Island Iced Tea."

The name of Long Island Iced Tea makes it easy for people to think it is iced black tea, but in fact it is a strong liquor made from four kinds of wine, with an alcohol content of up to 40%, and it is very easy to get drunk.

So it is also called virginity-losing wine.

Surrounded by a group of people, Xia Yan was under great pressure, but he didn't show it on his face, trying his best to look relaxed and happy.

He knocked on the bar lightly, looking at the boy with a smile: "Want to go out together?"

"That depends on whether my brother will give me a chance."

"Give me a glass of Long Island Iced Tea."

When Xia Yan said this, the people around him sighed, a group of people stared at the young boy with envy and jealousy, and several people were excitedly taking pictures and posting them on Weibo.

"Brother." The boy also thought he had succeeded. He was very confident in his appearance. He held his face with both hands and pretended to be innocent and cute. "You are so handsome."

"Yeah."

"I am your fan."

"..."

"But brother, did brother Tu Xi agree to your going out to play today?"

"You talk a lot of nonsense." The young man glanced at him lightly, his eyes moving, romantic and ambiguous. Although his words were obviously impatient, they seemed full of friendship.

The boy's throat was dry, and he licked his fangs restrainedly, not daring to explore further.

He changed the subject tactfully: "Brother's clothes are really beautiful. I didn't get the same one today. I envy people who can wear couple outfits with brother."

"Do you want it?"

"Yeah."

Xia Yan took the prepared wine, put it in a circle around his mouth, and put it back on the bar. In the boy's puzzled eyes, he pushed the wine to the boy.

"You want a Long Island Iced Tea."

"Ah?"

"Brother will give you a chance to go out with me." A wicked smile flashed across the young man's face, "Can't you do it?"

The young man hesitated.

It's not that he is afraid of drinking, but what if he gets drunk and his true nature is exposed, scaring away the expensive superstar? He is so cute even when he is being naughty.

"Don't drink?"

"Brother." The young man tried to get away with it.

"It's so boring." The young man yawned in boredom, "Forget it, I don't want you. Whoever drinks this glass of wine today, I will go out with him."

The deep red liquid was quietly placed in place.

Like a poisonous apple, knowing the danger, but madly wanting to drink it, just to make the young man happy.

The crowd swarmed over.

"I'll drink it."

"Let me do it..."

"I can..."

"Damn it!" The young man cursed secretly, and quickly snatched the wine glass, squeezing away the trash who tried to take his seat. He glared at everyone coldly, and when they gave up and stepped back, he turned to look at Xia Yan, with a pitiful look again.

"Brother, you are too much. You agreed to go out with me."

The young man glanced at the liquor and then at the young man. He didn't say a word, but the young man "heard" what he meant.

- If you don't want to drink, just get out of here.

The young man licked his lips, which was really powerful.

"After I drink, brother won't abandon me in the bar, right?" The boy wanted to confirm again, "I don't want to be picked up by the corpse."

"Who knows." The young man said lightly: "If you are afraid, don't drink."

"……"

"…………"

"I believe in my brother's character."

The boy stepped down from the stairs by himself. He picked up the wine glass and was about to drink it all. Unexpectedly, a hand stretched out from the side, snatched his wine, and drank it in two gulps.

The boy: "?" The duck in my mouth... flew away?

Which bastard dared to ruin his good deeds? The boy gritted his teeth fiercely, turned his head, and met a familiar face. Zhao Wenxu, why is he here?

Zhao Wenxu's face was flushed, and his eyes were dazed: "I, I drank it, you have to come with me."