If there were no other people around, I have no doubt that he would rush to tear me to pieces, chew me up, and make me pay a heavy price for deceiving him.
"North mustard?" Yang Haiyang didn't get a reply from me, so he raised the volume deliberately.
"Well... Yes." Watching Shang Muxiao's every move, I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. I was afraid that he would suddenly go crazy and asked me why I lied to him in front of Yang Haiyang.
At the beginning, my brain was hot and I said that I was a fan of the heroine in "The Wind Backward", because I was afraid that Shang Muxiao knew that I liked Shang Lu to be angry. As a result, after a big circle came down, I still couldn't escape to make him angry.
Shang Muxiao retracted his gaze and stopped looking at me, and the movement of pulling the tie became very forceful. Now he has no choice but to fight with the dead.
We didn't make eye contact, let alone talk, until Yang Haiyang came out after changing his clothes.
He must hate me to death now.
Although I can stand and walk now, in the end I rely on external force. Without the exoskeleton, I would collapse instantly.
With the craftsmanship of this shop, I believe that there will be no error, so I only tried the clothes on the upper body.
As I stood in front of the mirror and started tying my tie, Yang Haiyang kept exclaiming all kinds of exaggerated exclamations behind me.
"Oh, our Beibei is so handsome."
"We mustard is really a jade tree facing the wind."
"Look at the waist, look at the legs..."
I think Shang Yunrou will want to marry him, and she definitely deserves a credit for her - too much to say.
I was very embarrassed by what he said, and I stopped him aloud: "Okay, save some skills to flatter the bride on the wedding day."
He glanced at the Shang Mu Xiao in the mirror. He was wearing a full four-piece suit with a white handkerchief showing in his jacket pocket. He even had a pair of black gemstone collar buttons pinned to the collar of his shirt. He sat on the sofa in the corner. Up, holding his forehead with one hand, he was about to fall asleep looking at him.
Perhaps sensing my gaze, he opened his eyes suddenly, and grabbed me squarely without any effort. There was no sleepiness in his eyes, they were all gloomy.
"fraud."
He was sitting in the corner, behind everyone, so no one but me read his lips.
As soon as the hand is tight, the bow tie is a little tight. I coughed twice, and calmly loosened my bow tie.
The clothes fit perfectly as expected. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, I saw Shang Muxiao sitting there for a long time without moving, so I went into the locker room to change clothes.
With the crutches on the side, he took off his jacket, and the curtain was pulled open. Shang Muxiao squeezed in and said, "Don't waste your time, they are all big men. Professor Bei shouldn't mind using the same dressing room with me, right?"
The rapid approaching distance made me uneasy, I stepped back unsteadily, my back hit the wall, and a dull pain was born.
He is going to settle accounts with me.
He glanced at the curtain behind him, it was thin, and the movement was louder and everyone could hear it outside.
"I'll explain it to you when I go back." I whispered to comfort him, but I didn't really think about how to explain it myself.
There's no explanation for this either. That's the truth, I did lie to him, and for whatever reason, a lie is a lie, and I need to apologize for that.
He lowered his eyes, and the dark pupils were bottomless, making it impossible to see the emotions inside.
Seeing that he was no longer doing anything else, I calmed down for the time being, turned my back, and hung the coat on the wall.
Although there is only one locker room, it is still spacious enough to accommodate two men changing clothes without interfering with each other.
With my back to Shang Muxiao, I unbuttoned my shirt one by one, and I could feel that he was looking at me all the time.
Taking off his shirt, he bent over to pick up the clothes on the stool, his wrists were suddenly grabbed from behind, and then a sturdy human body came up.
Through the fabric, the other party's temperature penetrated little by little, making me stiff.
"You wanted to dive into me before, saying that I was different..." he whispered, breathing all his breath on the back of my neck, "what's the difference?"
I endured the numbness and wrestled my wrists, but instead of wrestling, I made him push harder.
Dive him? What stalks him? I thought I just needed to apologize for the fact that I was actually a fan of Shang Lu, but why is he pulling out an unspoken rule now? That oolong I thought I had already explained it clearly.
"Is it because I'm Shang Lu's son, so you treat me differently?" His breath was hot, but his tone was cold. He held my hand, as if he was about to break it in the next second.
He was completely different from what I was focusing on, and he caught me off guard. It's not something that can be explained in a few words, the setting is inappropriate, and I don't like his coercive way of communicating.
"You let go first." I tilted my head slightly, and I used the other hand to break his fingers.
This behavior seemed to irritate him completely, he pressed me against the wall forcefully, firmly restraining me, not giving me any chance to resist, and biting on the back of my neck.
"Um..." I murmured in pain, and hurriedly bit my lip to prevent more sound from leaking out.
He is crazy...
It's not the kind of "biting" that is full of ambiguity when it comes to venting excess desire or flirting with passion, but a real, full of anger, and no room for biting.
I knew it, I knew he was going to pounce on me and tear me apart, chew me up, and make me pay the price.
It's so painful, I feel like the flesh is about to be bitten off...
"North mustard? Are you all right?" Yang Haiyang asked with concern, perhaps hearing the abnormal noise in the locker room.
I let go of my clenched lips, panted twice, and tried my best to say in a steady voice, "It's okay, just... I accidentally hit the hook."
"Be careful." Yang Haiyang didn't suspect him and completely believed my words.
"Um..." I promised him, the end of the sound was shaking, but luckily it wasn't obvious.
Shang Muxiao loosened his strength between his teeth a little bit, didn't move, just put his lips on the back of my neck, the soft touch and his brutal behavior just now could not be equated.
After a moment, he backed away completely and let me go.
My forehead rested on the wall, and after a while, I put on my clothes without looking at him, and left the locker room with a cane.
Human teeth are not as sharp as those of beasts. I wiped the back of my neck, but I didn't feel any blood, only some uneven tooth marks. Fortunately, the collar of the clothes worn today is not too low, and there is a hat on the back, which should be able to block his bite marks.
The clerk took the suit from me, maybe seeing that I had difficulty moving, and asked me if I needed express delivery. After thinking about it, and saving me from taking it back all the way, I left him the address.
Yang Haiyang had already paid the final payment at this time, glanced in the direction of the locker room, and said, "Then I'll go first, you guys be careful on the road."
I nodded and said goodbye to him.
Shang Muxiao also finished changing his clothes and came out. The clerk stepped forward to take the suit in his hand again, and also asked him if he needed courier service. Shang Muxiao gave a brief "um", so the clerk took the express slip and asked him to fill in the address.
He glanced at me and said, "Ask him."
After speaking, he took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, pushed open the door, and walked out without walking far, just standing outside the door. After a while, white smoke passed through the night, like the thinnest gauze, lingering around him.
The clerk handed the express slip to me, and I reluctantly took it and filled in his address.
The brass bell rang softly when it came, and the clerk opened the door for me and sent me away respectfully.
When Shang Muxiao saw me coming out, he crushed the cigarette butts, walked in front of him with his hands in his pockets, and went to the parking lot without saying a word.
He walked all the way, and I followed silently behind, no one said a word.
I had a hunch that a fight was inevitable.
When we got to the parking lot, there were only a few scattered lights in the dim light. The parking spaces are almost full. During this time, everyone is either eating or shopping, but there are very few people.
Shang Muxiao suddenly stopped: "No wonder you look at him like that. Seeing a real person really makes you more excited than the one on TV, right?" He turned around and stared at me coldly.
If the word "TV" hadn't given me a hint, I wouldn't even be able to figure out who he was talking about.
"I did open up to you because you were Shang Lu's son..."
"Ha, admit it!" He seemed to have caught my grip, and he raised his voice with reason, "You broke up with me not because of that damn bet, but because you saw the white moonlight cinnabar mole you were thinking about. So I don't need this fake from me!"
"And this mole... Do you like it very much?" He pointed to his right earlobe, the end of his eye was all red with anger, "It's exactly the same as him, isn't it?"
He said so much like that, so much so that if it hadn't been for me, I would have thought it was a story of a poor substitute and a bad scumbag.
I tried to explain to him: "Shang Lu is just an ordinary movie star I liked when I was young, and I am just an ordinary movie fan of him. Things are not as complicated as you think."
He pursed his lips, his chest was visibly heaving, and he was breathing heavily.
After a long time, he asked, "To what extent?"
I was stunned, not understanding what he meant.
"How much do you like him?" Shang Muxiao bit every word very hard.
The level of fantasies about his posters...
But that's just a normal physiological reaction to seeing someone at my age, and it doesn't mean I love him.
Seeing that I couldn't answer, Shang Muxiao snorted coldly, took off his jacket and fell in front of me.
"Ordinary movie fans? Huh?" He was full of mockery.
We have already broken up, and the split is not good. Why should I insist on maintaining my image when I am in love with him, and explain that I have no scumbag behavior
He also didn't show humility for his actions, did he
Misunderstanding is misunderstanding, contempt is contempt, anyway, he won't believe what I say now.
This relationship, which was worth nothing to him, has just gone from a funny joke to a disgusting one.
I want to understand, I will no longer make unnecessary explanations.
"Yeah, not a regular movie fan. You're right, I like being touched by him." I said calmly, in a volume that wasn't too loud or too small to make sure he could hear, "I like it more than being touched by you."
This is the question that Shang Muxiao asked me unreasonably after Shang Lu stumbled into my room at the merchant on New Year's Eve. I didn't answer it at the time, so I didn't want to put it here to answer.
This may also be a kind of Murphy's law, the more you want to circumvent it, the more difficult it is to circumvent it.
"Satisfied? Want to hear more of my sexual fantasies about him?" I asked.
He seemed to have been hit by me, his face turned pale, and the end of his eyes became even more red.
He stared at me stubbornly, the meridians on his neck were all exposed because of the tight muscles, I thought he was about to pounce, but he looked at the night sky above his head and laughed without warning.
"Oh my God, it's so funny..." he said, "It turns out that we are both liars, but we think that the other party is sincere. Well, if I lied to you once, you lied to me once, and it's counted as both, and no one will be in the future. I don't owe anyone any more."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left alone, without taking my car.
I stood there for a while, until I couldn't see him again, then I slowly walked over to the dress and bent over to pick it up.