Green Mojito
Hug her.
She was breaking.
Bai Luo's blood was cold, without any feeling or warmth. He was like a half-living, cold corpse.
Outside the window, the rain was falling hard and the wind was blowing wildly, like a raging fire hidden in the thin blood and bones.
His eyes were like a dog's, and he would bite anyone he saw, including his own flesh and blood.
"Bai Luo, what the hell do you take me for?"
Chang Liu's substitute?
Something to kill loneliness?
A dog that comes when called and goes when dismissed?
Don't you like Chang Liu? Why are you asking him for a hug?
Shouldn't he dislike and hate him after knowing that he beat up Chang Liu?
Bai Luo's pupils trembled, and a fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat.
"you……"
Does the wound hurt?
Sharp black, splitting the night. His voice was poisonous and vicious.
"I gave you a bed to sleep on, cooked for you to eat, and now I even want you to hold me? Do you think I'm a free tool? Or am I just being taken advantage of?"
"Do you really think I'm a living Buddha? I provide you with food and shelter, and I also want you to throw a tantrum?"
I couldn't help but tear up my eyes, which were red all over.
The sincerity in his eyes is the only wound he has not learned to disguise.
Bai Luo stared blankly at the evil-looking boy. The stinging pain in her palm brought a tear to her eyes.
The rain and tears fell together silently.
He cursed through gritted teeth.
"Fuck, did I owe you something in my past life?"
Seeing her crying, he thought it was because his tone was too harsh.
Damn it, he didn't want to be a cuckold. But his possessiveness was like wildfire, burning through the boundaries of his rationality.
"I didn't say I won't let you hold me."
The soft-hearted God bowed his head only for her.
Bo Xi approached, and roughly wrapped his arms around her with such force that it almost broke her ribs.
Bai Luo froze for a moment, then collapsed on his chest, like a cold corpse that had found a fulcrum.
She really couldn't convince herself to push him away again.
A hug brings the warmth of a heartbeat to the cold night.
The breath beside my ear was hot and humid, hot like fire and cold like ice.
"Bai Luo, you win. I just can't bear to see you broken into pieces."
Bo Xi's chin rested against the top of her head, and the fire in his blood and bones finally burned through the camouflaged ice shell.
"Stop crying, okay?"
Her tears were the most painful thorn in his heart.
He knew that he was evil and cruel, but damn it, every time she trembled, all his disguises fell apart.
Hugging her became the only instinct he had not learned to control.
Bai Luo counted his heartbeats and waited for the young man, not darkness.
In the fiery youth, he is the only freezing point.
"Did you get into a fight?"
She took a shallow breath and asked in a low voice.
"What? Are you worried about him? Are you here to settle accounts with me? Why would you want to hug me if you still like him?"
Bo Xi's breathing stagnated, and he groaned muffledly, but his arms tightened more and more, as if he wanted to trap her in darkness forever.
"Remember to pay me back after you hug me. I didn't give it to you for free."
Bai Luo sobbed silently, tears soaking his shirt and burning his heart. He rolled his Adam's apple, but couldn't hold it back any longer and added hoarsely.
"If you keep crying, I'm going to be tortured to death by you."
"Bo Qian."
"Why do you think I like him?"
Bai Luo sniffed and gently tugged at his soaked white shirt with his scabby right hand.
She seemed to have never said that she liked Chang Liu.
And he had never asked her, except for asking her last night, whether Chang Liu liked her.
"Didn't you say that yourself?"
"When did I say that?"
"You said it yourself last night."
"Didn't you ask him last night if he liked me?"
"I asked you if you like him? You said you like him very much."
“……?”
The two were stunned.
Bai Luo broke free from Bo Yi's embrace and looked straight into his eyes.
"I've always thought of him as my older brother, so how could I like him?"
"And the person I like is..."
Before she could utter the word "you", her red lips were kissed by someone.
A wet kiss fell. A cold wind blew through the dim living room, but it couldn't dispel the burning sensation of their breaths.
Kissing is the salvation of love that has nowhere to hide.
Bo Xi's eyes were filled with damp desire, like an old neon dream.
“Is it the same flavor?”
“…”
Bai Luo pursed her lips and lowered her eyes to avoid his burning gaze.
She naturally understood what he meant. The eighteen-year-old girl, anxious to see her mother outside the school, took advantage of a power outage during evening self-study and slipped out the back door into the endless shadows.
Unexpectedly, I bumped into him in the dim corner of the first floor.
I took away his first kiss and also lost my own first kiss.
The rain washed away all the pretense of bitterness. Bo Xi lowered his head, his nose touching hers, their cartilage rubbing against each other.
"Hmm? Sister."
“…”
Bai Luo fluttered his eyelashes and stared back blankly.
"Don't...don't scream."
She's a little erratic.
The young man's features were fierce and thorny. His bony fingers clasped her slender neck.
"I want to confess something to you, do you want to hear it?"
"What's up?"
Bai Luo felt a sharp pain in his palm. He had a vague premonition of what he was about to confess.
“When you first went to a bar to hire a waiter, what did you think when you saw the name of the bar?”
The lights shine brightly through the fog. Bai Luo stares at the only light in the sky on the stormy night and explains softly.
"I'm just thinking of a niche name, what's wrong?"
36°BL
No. Wait a minute.
BL=Bai Luo.
He looked up in disbelief.
The ice-blue pupils fell into a pair of blurred peach blossom eyes.
"You...have a crush on me?"
Bai Luo moved his lips, trying to hold back a word.
It's embarrassing that a young man from Hangzhou University, who doesn't like to be around strangers, would take in a stranger for no reason.
The moon was cold, making the autumn night silent. Two shadows, perfectly aligned, were etched on the ground, overlapping and twisting. Someone took a slow, half-step, and the light and shadow shattered.
"So your WeChat name and tattoos are all... me?"
Bo Xi looked at the gap, put a little more force on the hand that was holding her neck, and pushed her straight into his arms.
As the tall shadow fell over him, Bai Luo subconsciously raised his head, and his lips brushed the ridge of his jaw.
"It's not a secret crush."
In high school, I only met her from a distance, and occasionally I would catch a glimpse of her rebellious appearance.
He has a pure and innocent face, but he is clumsy in learning to smoke.
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Hiding in a corner of the rooftop of the art building, she imitated the heroine in the movie by holding the cigarette between her index and middle fingers, but was clumsy because she was unfamiliar with the technique.
The Zippo lighter popped open, and the moment the blue flame rose into the air, she was so scared that she retracted her fingers.
The pungent smoke rushed straight into her throat, and the physiological rejection almost made her cry, but she stubbornly refused to cough.
Ashes fell onto the blue and white school uniform like withered butterfly wings.
The taste of decadence is nothing but a mixture of ashes and freedom.
Later, during a midterm exam, he was dragged by several brothers to the honor roll to check the nouns.
When he first looked down, before he saw his name on the red list, he was attracted by a corner of the black list.
The long white daylight shone through the sea of people, falling on a two-inch photo with a white background.
The girl has curved eyebrows and upturned lips.
Youth is bright.
"Bai Luo."
He muttered silently.
The person is awesome, the name is awesome, and the personality is awesome.
So much so that during the three years of high school, whenever she encountered problems, it became his instinct to help her.
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"What is that?"
The rain was falling heavily outside the window, so Bai Luo asked softly.
You can't always be idle.
The two were only inches apart, their breathing audible. Bo Xi's pupils were the black of the night, and his shoulders shrugged casually.
"have no idea."
In fact, he really couldn't explain it clearly.
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At the age of eighteen, he was rebellious, unruly, free-spirited and wild to the extreme.
He lives in his own pride, as if the whole world is not worthy of him to bow down to.
After the college entrance examination, I learned that my parents had already parted ways and started their own new families.
The last trace of ties suddenly snapped.
He sat dejectedly in the mess of the villa, with the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows tightly closed.
It is pitch dark and there is no sunlight.
I don't know how long I sat there, but Shen Cisi came over following the smell.
That day, he spent the entire night smoking with Bo Xi silently, with cigarette butts scattered all over the floor.
Until the last wisp of smoke died out, Shen Cisi stood up and opened the curtains.
In an instant, the sky became bright.
The sting made the depressed boy squint his eyes. The sting made the pinky ring that had fallen to the ground at some point flash with a loud gleam.
Chen Cisi, with his sharp eyes, picked it up casually. The two letters "BL" inside the ring were blazing in his eyes.
They had been friends since childhood, classmates in high school, inseparable. How could he not know that he never wore a ring?
On the night of the power outage, Bo Yi insisted that the ring was his, but his attempt to hide it only made it more obvious and revealed his panic.
Later, he kept asking questions, trying to find out the identity of the owner of the love letter.
He said it in a very arrogant way.
"The classroom is so dark, can your father see clearly?"
Unable to find the answer, he then asked where the pinky ring on his finger came from. He remained silent at first, but then, tired of being pestered, he told the truth.
"It's not mine, it's that girl's."
Although Chen Ci Si was surrounded by many romantic interests in high school, he rarely engraved their names in his memory.
He really couldn't name any girl with the surname B.
He wiped the ring with his haute couture shirt and gently placed it on his thin palm.
"No one's life can be smooth sailing forever."
Knowing that he had lost his anchor in his heart, I deliberately said this.
"Hey, your ring has a surname in letters on it. Aren't you curious about what the girl who sent you the love letter looks like? I am quite curious anyway."
In the first eighteen years, the boy had good luck and was worry-free and had a bright future.
But his parents' sudden divorce shattered his world.
What he used to think was the deep love between his parents was nothing more than a crack covered by a thin veil, which was exposed when the wind blew.
People always have to experience some brokenness before they know how to put themselves together.
After Chen Cisi left, Bo Qi, as if possessed by some mysterious force, put on the ring that did not belong to him again.
He didn't need to describe the girl's facial features in detail, as they were already engraved in his heart.
He was curious about what she would look like in the future.
Is it that he has become a top-notch smoker, or has he quit smoking?
Is the hairstyle short or long?
So, he got a tattoo and opened a bar.
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The boy who walked through the thorn bushes could withstand the storms of life, but he could not stand the girl's uncontrollable nature.
Tonight, he had not left himself a way out. His kneeling in Neon Alley was just a sign of his despicable behavior.
He was trying to gamble his dignity on whether the girl would soften her heart and fall in love.
Stop hating him.
But he made the wrong bet.
The start is doomed to fail.
He is the only person the girl likes from beginning to end.
"Bai Luo, I like you."
The boy's voice was frank and resounding.
Listen carefully, you can hear a trembling and grainy feeling.
Time blurred the pounding of his heart. His rebuttal was futile, so he had to surrender and admit defeat.
The man who has always been arrogant was still nervous and at a loss even though he knew the girl's feelings.
The night rain is endless. In the dark eyes, her shadow, the light seeps in inch by inch.
"I know."
Bai Luo stared at him in amusement, and touched his cheek with his right hand without blood scab.
I knew it a long time ago.
Why are you nervous?
Her fingertips felt cold.
"I like you, too."
"Boy friend."
The more dangerous the gamble of love is, the more you can't help but bet all your chips.
Bet everything, either lose everything or win your whole life.
But they are willing to indulge themselves and become players in each other's game.
A wet and cold kiss came rushing in.
Bai Luo was caught off guard, her lips being rubbed back and forth. The ferocity of Bo Qi's kiss, the aggressive breath and rhythm, made her almost lose the space to breathe.
He took advantage of the opportunity and put his tongue into my mouth, sucking up the last bit of oxygen.
The shadows of the two people overlapped on the wall, and it was impossible to tell who was the first to fall and who was the one who was indulging.
The heavy rain flooded the world outside the window, but their kiss became even deeper.
Bai Luo felt a suffocating sweetness in his throat, and his body instinctively leaned back, but his arms were wrapped around his waist, trapping him in an arc with nowhere to escape.
The whole world is a cold sea.
Fall together, perish together, go crazy together.
Even if I am torn to pieces, even if there is no hope for recovery.
They stayed with him till the end.
It is hard to tell whose body temperature melted the dampness, and whose desire ignited the uncontrollable kiss.
Bai Luo hissed.
Bo Xi pulled away a little, his voice shrouded in hoarse desire.
"pain?"
He didn't bite her.
"No, my hand hurts."
She lowered her eyes and carefully spread out her left hand. The wound with blood scabs stretched across her palm, burning the air.
"How did you do that?"
Bo Qi's voice was anxious, and the heartache corroded his heart and oxidized his eyes.
"I was in such a hurry to get back that I accidentally fell and scratched the glass."
Afraid of making him feel sad, I simply downplayed the cause as an accident.
"I'll get the medicine box."
After leading the man to the sofa, Bo Xi hurried back to the bedroom.
Bai Luo specially prepared the medicine box after he had a fever.
The box is clearly divided into sections, and various medicines are neatly placed in transparent partition boxes, including antipyretics, anti-inflammatory drugs, stomach medicine... each one is marked with precautions for use.
Knowing his aloof and arrogant personality, I was afraid that if he got sick in the future, he would not take medicine or see a doctor, and would endure the pain alone.
"Does it hurt?"
He half-knelt in the corner of the sofa, cleaning the wound, applying medicine, and bandaging it.
Bai Luo stared silently at the boy's stern brows. The boy was naturally proud and sharp. But in front of her, he always hid his sharp edge and revealed a mischievous smile.
The gauze fell and her eyes dropped.
The cold moonlight outside the window was dim, and Bai Luo's eyes reflected the mottled mud stains between his knees, clearly and glaringly.
The words came out of his mouth.
"Why are there mud on your knees?"
His throat trembled and his fingertips unconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes.
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