a delicate flower

Seven or eight people squeezed into the elevator, occupying most of the floor area of ​​this small space in an instant.

Zhuang Lin walked in front of Ai Lang, and Ai Lang followed behind him. When he saw Zhuang Lin's suspiciously red outer ears, he couldn't help laughing. The distance of three people.

Ai Lang leaned against the side of the elevator button, casually playing with his phone with his head down.

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, and when the elevator door opened slowly, there was no one outside, presumably someone left without waiting for the elevator to come down.

Ellen glanced at it, and was about to press the button to close the elevator door, but a slender and beautiful hand stretched out from behind him and pressed the button to close the door first.

Ailang turned his head in surprise, and saw Zhuang Lin shifting to stand behind Ailang at some point.

Obviously, he was teased by Ailang so that his whole body seemed to curl up shyly, his eyes dodged, and his ears were red, but he still took the initiative to approach Ai Lang.

Ailang curled his lips, and leaned back in the posture of leaning sideways in the elevator to play with his mobile phone, with his back pressed against Zhuang Lin's firm and warm chest.

Zhuang Lin lowered his head slightly, rubbing the tip of his nose against Ai Lang's hair, which was entangled with the faint fragrance of shampoo.

It only lasted two or three seconds for Ailang to throw his arms around Zhuang Lin. The elevator arrived on the first floor, and several people left the University Student Activity Center building together.

Except for a primary school girl who said that she had to go back to the dormitory first, the others were clamoring to find a water bar to continue the small gathering. Ailang took Zhuang Lin's right hand and looked at his watch. It was already [-]:[-]. His first reaction was that it was time for Zhuang Lin, a good baby, to go to bed soon.

Ellen said tactfully: "It's getting late, you should have class tomorrow, right? You'd better go back and rest early."

The freshman was very playful, so he quickly responded after hearing the words: "There will be no morning class tomorrow, so it doesn't hurt to be late!"

AI Lang turned to ask Zhuang Lin: "What about you? Are you going?"

Zhuang Lin nodded and said, "But... I might leave early later."

Ai Lang chuckled, thinking that Zhuang Lin was really a model of good children, and replied: "I see, after ten o'clock, you'll be going to bed at that time."

Xing Lu took Shen Chuxin's arm, and teased Ai Lang as soon as she heard it: "How do you know that Zhuang Lin will go to bed at ten o'clock? Could it be——have you slept together?"

Ai Lang said without changing his face: "Of course I slept. It was an unforgettable night of camping on the beach."

Xing Lu knew it by heart, her mouth shrunk into a round mouth shape: "Oh——"

A group of people were laughing and making noise, and Ailang took them to Jiliao's water bar to join in the show.

Since the opening of Ji Liao's Qing Bar, business has been booming, and the frigid decoration style has won the hearts of the public. Drilled high-cooling fan transparent cabinet...

No matter which one of the above is taken out, it is a good material for creating momentum. It is full of gimmicks. Once there are gimmicks, there will be attention. With attention, there will naturally be no worries about tap water advertisements and customer sources.

When Ai Lang passed by, the store was already full, and the seven of them reluctantly squeezed into the only vacant small round table outside the store, waiting for the waiter to come and take their order.

Xing Lu and the others were worried about the menu on the tablet. Ai Lang said "order me a drink casually", and walked into the store familiarly, ignoring the scorching eyes of some people in the store clinging to him, Smiling, he found Ji Liao in the corner of the bar with ambiguous light.

"Baby, are you coming out to sit on stage again tonight?"

Ai Lang hooked Ji Liao's shoulders in a rather serious manner, and still held Ji Liao's wrist. He leaned over to take a sip as he held up the glass.

Ai Lang was speechless, squinting his eyes and licking his lips. He looked like a promiscuous professional apprentice, but his exquisite face made people unbearable to blame.

Ji Liao glanced outside the store and saw a familiar figure through the transparent glass wall. He raised his eyebrows at Ai Lang with great interest, and asked, "Did you fall asleep?"

Ellen asked in confusion, "ah?"

Holding his gold-rimmed glasses, Ji Liao raised his chin in the direction of Zhuang Lin: "Didn't you say you wanted to sleep with him last time?"

Although Ji Liao's memory is mediocre, he has a very deep memory of handsome guys, especially Zhuang Lin, who has a good face and a good figure.

Ai Lang only said in the store last week that he "wanted to sleep with him", and he showed up in his store with someone today. Ji Liao connected these two things together, and he has already imagined the flooded dragon king The temple and Dinghaishenzhen are zoomed in and zoomed out again.

Ai Lang shook his wine glass and replied, "No, he's a junior in my department. He came here just because he didn't have a department party."

Ji Liao was sitting on a high stool, with long straight legs wearing close-fitting suit pants, and one foot pointing to the ground. He gossiped with great interest: "Isn't it better to be in the same department? Taking advantage of the opportunity... Well, so you come here Haven't slept yet? Are you talking about love directly?"

Ai Lang met Ji Liao's eyes that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and smiled casually. He licked the corners of his lips, and the sweet taste of rum was still on the tip of his tongue.

He said: "Everyone is an adult, and they haven't slept in bed yet, what kind of relationship are they talking about?"

Ji Liao raised his eyebrows, and was silent and agreed with Ai Lang's point of view.

·

Under Ji Liao's special care, Ai Lang's order for a table was quickly served.

When Ai Lang returned to his seat, he heard Xing Lu come over and say, "Why did you go? I thought you could get free if you reported your name in this store, but the waiter pretended to be deaf and dumb, and the 9.9% discount was not paid. Give!"

Xing Lu has more or less heard that Ailang and the owner of this store are old acquaintances. Just now seeing Ailang go directly into the store also confirmed her thoughts, so she wanted to make a joke with the waiter, but turned out to be a student There was an embarrassment in front of me.

Ai Lang gave Xing Lu a blank look, threw a deck of playing cards into Xing Lu's arms and said, "Sponsored by the merchant, a brand new unopened pack of playing cards."

Xing Lu expressed disgust for Ai Lang's ability to attract sponsorship.

Ai Lang's seat was next to Zhuang Lin's. Seeing that there were two drinks left at the table, he squinted his eyes and smiled, and asked, "Which one is mine?"

There are two glasses of drinks placed in front of the table, one is blue and transparent, and the other is red with gradual transition.

Ai Lang pinched the bottom of the goblet and turned the glass around. The red flame and blue ice in the glass reflected two shallow phantoms on the glass top of the small round table.

Xing Lu unwrapped the playing cards, and replied without raising her head, "They were all randomly ordered, and you and Zhuang Lin haven't picked up the rest."

"Oh~"

Ai Lang leaned over to take a sip of the red drink, frowned, and turned to grab the straw of the blue drink.

Zhuang Lin quietly watched Ai Lang finish the two cups.The people next to him watched Ai Lang secretly from the corner of their eyes. They thought Ai Lang was picking and choosing, but saw him pushing away the red drink, and pushed the blue cup in front of Zhuang Lin, saying: " The red one is terrible, but this cup tastes pretty good, here you go."

Zhuang Lin was about to decline, when Xing Lu interjected: "It's so bad, give me a taste, don't waste too much."

Ailang didn't stop him, and moved the goblet containing the red wine to Xing Lu generously. Seeing Xing Lu's frown wrinkled after taking a sip, he held his chin and laughed at her: "You know How do I ensure the quality of life?"

Xing Lu stuck out her tongue, as if she just drank some disgusting soapy water.

Ailang said with a smile: "Teach you three rules of life - 1. Throw away food you can't eat; 2. Throw away things you don't need; 3. Throw away..."

Ailang's voice stopped suddenly, he coughed lightly, and did not continue.

Xing Lu stopped abruptly when she heard Ai Lang's half-spoken words. She frowned and asked, "What about the three things you agreed on? Did you miss a word?"

Ailang took the playing cards in Xing Lu's hand, shuffled them and replied perfunctorily: "I originally wanted to use parallel sentences to increase the force and credibility, but I can't make up the third point for a while, so you can make do with it." Just listen."

Xing Lu sneered.

Ai Lang shuffled the cards very skillfully. He asked the other people present what game they wanted to play, and then distributed the cards in a "swipe-swipe-" manner.

Ai Lang lowered his eyes. The third point of his so-called "personal life rules" is to throw away unnecessary feelings.

Ai Lang was on the verge of talking just now, but when he thought that Zhuang Lin was sitting next to him and listening carefully to every word he said, Ai Lang was a little speechless.

The seven people wasted time playing poker. At first, they could still play poker with passion, but after a few rounds, the effect of poker to mobilize the atmosphere weakened. Work hard.

Xing Lu was in charge of reshuffling the cards. She put the poker cards scattered on the small round table in front of her and integrated them into a pile. She couldn't help suggesting, "Let's change the passionate game, come, come, who will come out?" an idea?"

On this kind of poker table that urgently needs a heated atmosphere, truth and dare are the most vulgar games, but they are often missed.

Xing Lu waved her hand and said: "According to my past experience, every time I play the truth, the credibility is not high. Let's change the new game a little bit, each draw a card, according to the number of points, the highest point in the game The person in question can ask anyone at will to ask him a question, and the person being questioned must speak the truth. But—both the person who asks the question and the person who is asked are in the form of whispering."

"What do you think?"

Xing Lu's proposal was approved by half of the uninitiated people at the scene, and the remaining three freshmen agreed blindly due to their status as "deputy ministers".

Xing Lu reshuffled the deck of cards in her hand, according to everyone's request of "shuffling several times", after shuffling the cards, the cards were dealt out.

In the first round, a freshman girl got the Q of Hearts which was the biggest in the game.

Under everyone's booing and encouragement, the girl plucked up the courage to run to Zhuang Lin who was opposite the small round table. Under the eyes of Ai Lang squinting and smiling, she whispered a word in Zhuang Lin's ear.

Xing Lu didn't think too much of it when watching the excitement: "Did you confess? Did you confess? If it's done, stop whispering and just shout it out loud!"

After the girl finished asking the question and heard Zhuang Lin's answer, she returned to her seat.

The others were itchy, and Xing Lu took the opportunity to heat up the atmosphere: "The next person who gets the most points, hurry up and ask what the two of them whispered just now!"

Xing Lu's proposal hit the curiosity of other people present.

The person who got the most points in the second game was Xing Lu and K of Spades.

However, she just declared that she was going to ask that girl what little secret she had told Zhuang Lin, but she turned her head directly, covered her mouth with her arched palm, and put it close to Shen Chuxin's ear.

Xing Lu's big and bright eyes were hidden behind the light, glowing with a faint dim light.

Shen Chuxin was originally holding the wine glass absent-mindedly, and the nails made of the gradient smoothie basket were very beautiful, but she suddenly froze while holding the glass of shaking lemonade.

She heard Xing Lu ask softly: "Are you really...have you been adopted?"

……

The game changes from telling the truth in public to whispering to the questioner. No matter whether the person answering the question is fooling or telling the truth, other people present who have not heard the answer are even more eager to stop.

Zhuang Lin originally wanted to go back early, but because of this game, he has been sitting there until now.

Ai Lang scratched the edge of the small round table, gritted his teeth and complained to Xing Lu: "Can you share my big and small ghosts! Yes! No! Yes!"

Such a small game suitable for flirting, Ailang seems to be locked in a small black room by the god of luck. After four or five rounds from the beginning of the game to now, he didn't win the prize.

Ai Lang was complaining that a new game was opened, and there were all number cards on the table, and the 10 of hearts in Zhuang Lin's hand became the most points in the game.

Ailang's complaints stopped abruptly. He turned his head to look at Zhuang Lin, resting his head on the table with one hand. He preferred to see Zhuang Lin at a loss than to take the initiative to tease Zhuang Lin, a good boy.

I saw Zhuang Lin put the 10 of hearts on the table carefully and steadily. He coughed lightly, raised his clear eyes, looked at Ai Lang, and said, "I want...to ask the senior a question."

Xing Lu smiled and said, "Oh, don't ask me a question, he wishes you could whisper in his ear for a thousand and one nights."

Ai Lang scolded with a smile: "you get out of here."

Then he turned his head to look at Zhuang Lin, with encouragement in his eyes for no reason, and said with a smile, "You ask."

After finishing speaking, Ai Lang saw Zhuang Lin leaning over and slowly approaching him. Ai Lang's eyelashes were thick and slender, like two small fans, which lowered down every inch of Zhuang Lin's distance.

Looking down on the ground, Zhuang Lin pressed his ear and asked softly: "Senior... What's the relationship with that person in the store?"

"Ok?"

Ai Lang showed doubts on his face, and a trace of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, and then he realized who "that person" Zhuang Lin was referring to was.

Ailang raised the corners of his lips, and was pleased that his child could ask such obviously jealous words. Being jealous means possessiveness, so I'm gratified and congratulate me for making persistent efforts.

After hearing the question, Ai Lang put his lips close to Zhuang Lin's ear, and blew into his ear ambiguously.

Ailang said to Zhuang Lin: "I've bumped into him... No one wants to deal with someone's asshole."

When Zhuang Lin heard the answer, he pursed his thin lips and wanted to back away, but Ai Lang hooked his neck and held him back.

Zhuang Lin: "..."

He heard Ai Lang's very soft and low voice ringing in his ears again——

"I also have a question I want to ask you."

The pause in the middle made Zhuang Lin's heartbeat slowly intensify with the beat of the drum.

"Then what do you think our relationship is?"

The sticky voice has a seductive magic power.

Ai Lang took advantage of the position to block the other people's looking eyes, squinted his eyes innocently and harmlessly looked at the other people's gaze, and on the other side stuck out his little tongue and licked Zhuang Lin's ear.

Zhuang Lin felt the wet, soft and slippery touch of his earlobe, his Adam's apple rolled, and the back of his hand holding the armrest of the wicker chair slightly exerted force, and his veins protruded.

Ai Lang let go of him at this moment, and smiled innocently at him with the corners of his lips curled up.

"..."

Zhuang Lin picked up the glass on the table, and the icy blue drink touched his tightly pressed thin lips along the slope, and Ai Lang's provocative voice was still lingering in his ears——

So what do you think we are related to?

Presumably... hunter, and prey?

·

A few people dispersed before the dormitory's access control. Ai Lang and Shen Chuxin were renting a house outside, and they still lived in the same apartment, so they took a taxi together.

The distance from the school to the apartment is not far, it takes ten to twenty minutes to walk, and it only takes a few minutes to get there by taxi.

Shen Chuxin didn't talk much, she quietly stared at the night scene passing by outside the car window.

Ai Lang was a little sleepy, leaning against the car window and yawning, Zhuang Lin's WeChat message popped up on his phone, Ai Lang couldn't help laughing at a glance, and he was no longer sleepy——

ZLin: When I was playing the game just now, that girl asked me if I had a girlfriend, and I answered her, yes.

ZLin: Good night, senior.

"..."

Ailang was intrigued by Zhuang Lin's timely and proactive reporting behavior. He touched it a little, but was not sure whether Zhuang Lin's words were simply a report or an answer to his second question just now.

There was silence in the car.

"correct."

Ai Lang tilted his face and turned his head away. Somewhat unexpectedly, Shen Chuxin would take the initiative to break the silence in the car.

I only heard Shen Chuxin say, "I think that Zhuang Lin looks familiar."