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Xia Yu sat between Lu Zhao and Xu Zhan and felt that he had never drunk such a depressing wine.
He originally didn't want to pay attention to Lu Zhao. He just wanted to talk to Xu Zhan. He half leaned on Xu Zhan and drank a glass of Rose Garden that he had just ordered.
But he couldn't resist Lu Zhao's hands which kept harassing him, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, moving all the way up from his legs, touching his little finger and drawing circles on the back of his hand.
The force was very light.
Like writing a line of poetry on the back of his hand.
Xia Yu wanted to take his hand back, but Lu Zhao, as if he had predicted it, grabbed his hand tightly.
Xia Yu endured it again and again, but alcohol and sex are tempting, especially since he had just slept with Lu Zhao a while ago.
In the unfamiliar hotel, they were all sweaty after doing it, and Lu Zhao did the same, writing on his back with his fingers.
There are now many people at the table, and Lu Zhao's cousin is also here. Lu Zhao sits quietly, like the most quiet and secluded corner in this world of debauchery. However, in private, he is so shameless and teases him without making a sound.
Xia Yu took a deep breath.
He whispered in Xu Zhan's ear, "I'm going to talk to Lu Zhao for a few words, don't worry about it."
Xu Zhan raised his eyebrows, looking disapproving, but said nothing.
Xia Yu turned around and moved closer to Lu Zhao, "Don't go too far."
He looked at Lu Zhao with a smile on his face. His fair and pretty face and deep brown eyes were particularly soft under the ambiguous light, almost as innocent as a fawn, but every word he uttered was ice-cold.
"Remember what I told you? I've only slept with you a few times. In front of outsiders, we're just old acquaintances, not even close friends. My husband is sitting next to me, so you'd better behave yourself, or I'll ask you to get out."
After he said this, he distanced himself from Lu Zhao.
In the noisy atmosphere, he was sitting under a lamp, enveloped in the soft light, his features were picturesque, the smile on his face had not faded yet, and could even be described as gentle.
But his eyes were cold.
After saying this, Xia Yu turned around and continued chatting with others.
From then on, for most of the game, he didn't even look at Lu Zhao.
Lu Zhao sat motionless for a long time.
He was out of tune with this lively table, like a silent sculpture, but if you looked closely, he seemed like he would break if touched.
Lu Yuan was sitting opposite, playing cards with Yu Wan and others. He was not very lucky and had several drinks, but he was not drunk and kept staring at Lu Zhao.
He had a good relationship with Lu Zhao, and knew that his brother was still not giving up on Xia Yu, so he was always absent-minded.
At this moment, he saw his brother's face suddenly turned ugly, his aura instantly cooled, and he sat there with a gloomy look. He didn't look like he was here to drink, but rather to make trouble.
He lost the game again because of a momentary distraction.
Yu Wan laughed and pushed the wine to Lu Yuan, "Drink it. What's wrong with you today? You seem distracted."
But he also noticed where Lu Yuan's eyes were looking. He asked Lu Yuan vaguely, "Are your brother and Xia Yu not getting along? Tell me what the problem is, so that I don't invite my mortal enemy to the party next time."
Lu Yuan looked at him speechlessly.
Doesn’t his brother get along with Xia Yu? His brother is almost obsessed with Xia Yu.