After the glass of wine was poured out, the noisy bar suddenly became quiet, and even the male insect who was making trouble was mostly sober. He was just throwing a tantrum just now because he relied on the partiality of the imperial law, but You Que was also a male insect, and it might not be good to confront him.
There was a dead silence in the air.
Just when everyone was staring at You Que nervously, thinking that this male insect would be angry, he suddenly forced a smile, unexpectedly good-tempered: "Sir, I'm sorry, he is a novice and doesn't know how to mix drinks, how about I make you another drink as an apology?"
Sang Ya's face had already darkened when he saw You Que being splashed with wine. Now, when he heard him apologizing to the male insect, he looked even more gloomy. He was about to step forward, but You Que secretly grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't worry about this matter. I'll take care of it."
The bar is open for business. No matter what the reason, it would not look good if a fight with a customer got out. There are plenty of opportunities to deal with this male insect in private by putting him in a sack. Why make a scene in public? You might end up having to pay for his medical expenses.
The male insect was worried that You Que would fight with him, but he didn't expect that he was a soft persimmon. The arrogance that had just been suppressed suddenly became arrogant again: "You know what's good for you! I tell you, if that glass of wine he just drank makes me sick, you bar can't distance yourself from it!"
You Que just smiled: "Don't worry, it won't happen."
After he finished speaking, he pushed Sanya to the back and started mixing drinks. The bar in later generations had dazzling skills to attract customers. Even a bottle could be thrown. You Que made a living by his skills, so he was naturally very good at it. He could throw high, rotate and back-throw, and it would land steadily in his hand every time.
The onlookers watched intently, having long forgotten the farce that had just happened. You Que finally took out a large straight-mouthed cup and slowly poured the amber wine into it, stopping only when it was about to overflow the cup.
You Que didn't understand why he didn't move, so he whispered, "Help me wipe my face."
As he spoke, his slightly protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, covered with a layer of crystal wine-colored liquid, wet and sexy.
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the dance floor with his wine glass in hand, which took the word "shameless" to the extreme. You Que saw that the male insect entered the booth inside and memorized the seat without making a sound, then he withdrew his gaze.
You Que pushed the cup towards the male insect. The wine was not dry on his face yet and water was still dripping from the ends of his hair. Many female insects stared at his wet shirt that stuck to his skin and swallowed their saliva, sighing in their hearts that it was a waste of such a handsome male insect: How could such a handsome male insect come to mix drinks
The male insect didn't know if it had been traumatized by Sangya's glass of wine, so it took a sip tentatively and found it tasted slightly sweet and bubbly, with some alcohol coming back later. It was a novel and good taste.
You Que deliberately asked, "Sir, how does it taste?"
Sang Ya didn't know what was going on in You Que's mind. Seeing that he was only busy wiping the new work clothes, she frowned, took out a clean towel from the drawer and walked over to help him wipe his hair: "If your clothes are dirty, just change them. There's no need to wipe them."
After he finished speaking, he pulled down the hand that Sanya had raised to his lips, as if he wanted to stop this action, but for some reason, he didn't let go of the other person's hand.
Once you're drunk, everything will be easy.
You Que walked to the corner behind the bar, took out a few tissues and wiped his clothes, looking unconcerned about what happened just now: "That glass of wine is very strong, it would be nice to get him drunk?"
Sanya leaned aside with his arms folded, and gave him a cold look when he heard this.
The male insect said, "Not bad, much better than the cup of urine just now."
Sang Ya just didn't expect You Que to have such a good figure. He raised his hand to wipe the wine off You Que's eyelashes, and his fingertips slowly slid down the side of his face, as if accidentally removing the wine drop on his chin, and said with regret:
You Que paused when he saw this and said, "Your hand is injured, don't drink."
You Que tapped the table with his fingers, as if thinking about something: "This glass of wine is a new product of our store, the price is..."
You Que saw Sanya coming to help, and he lowered his head obediently. A small drop of wine flowed down his hair, across his handsome cheek, slid down his chin, and finally quietly sank into his collarbone. The translucent shirt was tightly attached to his chest, and Sanya could even see the muscle lines on the male insect's body, and his movements could not help but pause.
"… "
Sanya obviously didn't agree with Youque's way of handling the matter, and asked in a cold tone: "Is this your solution?"
The male insect glared at the words: "Price?! What price?! You just used that low-quality wine to trick me and you still want to charge me?! You wish!"
You Que paused when he heard that, and subconsciously looked up at Sang Ya, but happened to see that the other party lowered his head and licked his fingertips, his bright red lips soaked in water, silently bewitching people.
"Please enjoy your wine."
"Wine is for drinking, not for rubbing."
Sanya's eyes darkened: "Why did you help me block the wine just now?"
You Que remained silent because he didn't know either.
Seeing this, Sanya struggled slightly for a moment and pulled his hand out. He used a towel to wipe the wine stains on Youque's face bit by bit, as carefully as if he was maintaining a work of art, and said with a smile: "Sir, you can't just hold the hand of an unmarried female insect. You are so rude."
You Que lowered his head slightly because of his wiping action, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes: "Sorry, my hands have not been very obedient."
"I see."
Sang Ya threw the towel aside and saw a light wine stain on You Que's clothes, which was a bit annoying: "I'll go upstairs to find you a change of clothes, so you don't catch a cold."
It has been raining recently and the temperature has been dropping. Although it is warm in the bar, I’m not sure if it will be warm when I go out and get blown by the cold wind.
After saying this, Sanya left the bar and went upstairs. Little did he know that not long after he left, the troublemaker male insect had become drunk and stumbled towards the toilet, holding his burning stomach.
You Que was not surprised at all when he saw this. He walked to the control room at the back and turned off the surveillance at the bathroom door. He then took a long, empty wine bottle from the bar, wrapped it with a towel, and then quietly followed in while no one was paying attention.
Because male insects are rare, the male insect bathroom in the bar is always empty. When You Que went in, there were no other insects inside. Only the male insect from before was lying by the sink and vomiting heartbreakingly: "Ugh!"
You Que's wine was obviously not that easy to digest. Even a female insect would be drunk for half a day, let alone a spoiled male insect. He vomited and cursed: "Damn... Damn it... I shouldn't have drunk that glass of wine..."
You Que chuckled when he heard that, thinking that it was too late. There is no such thing as a free lunch. He took the bottle and quietly walked behind the male insect. With a quick and decisive move, he swung it directly at the back of the other's head:
"boom!"
After a muffled sound, the male insect fainted directly, and its body slid to the ground like a limp noodle, looking half-dead.
Seeing this, You Que kicked him again, and when he was sure that he would not wake up, he threw the bottle of wine in his hand into the trash can. After all, the other party was a male insect, and if something really happened, it would be a disaster. He was drunk now, and even if he woke up tomorrow and found a headache, he would only think that he accidentally fell to the ground and hit it.
You Que washed his hands, closed the door and went out. Unexpectedly, he ran into Sang Ya who was coming down the stairs just as he walked out, and he couldn't help but stop.
Sanya was holding a brand new shirt in his hand, and he hadn't taken off the tag yet. When he saw You Que leaving the bar, he asked, "Why did you come out?"
You Que calmly pointed to the dressing room next to him and said, "Oh, I just wanted to go into the dressing room to see if there were any replacement work clothes, but I couldn't find any."
"Each insect has only one set of work clothes. There are no extras. You can wear this one for now." Sang Ya handed the shirt to You Que and looked up and down at the male insect's body: "The size should be suitable."
You Que took the clothes and asked, "Whose is this?" Sang Ya was silent for a moment: "Mine, I haven't worn it yet."
You Que smiled and said, "Thank you, I'll wash it and return it to you later."
After he finished speaking, he took his clothes and turned to go to the locker room. Sang Ya leaned against the corridor with his hands in his pockets and waited. Not long after, You Que came out wearing a clean shirt that was just the right size.
You Que casually rolled up the wet clothes and said, "I'll take this dirty one home to wash."
Sanya pulled it out of his hand and said, "No need. There are cleaners in the bar. Just ask them to clean it later."
After such a commotion, no more bugs caused trouble in the next few hours. Sanya sat at the bar, searching the dance floor for the male bug, but couldn't find it, and frowned unconsciously.
It was not until Kevin and his friends found the male insect passed out in the bathroom that they came over to tell him, "Sangya, the cleaner found the guy who caused trouble just now passed out drunk in the bathroom. What should we do?"
Hearing this, Sang Ya glanced at You Que who was busy not far away. Seeing that he didn't notice this, he ordered: "Sprinkle water on him to wake him up and pour a bucket of wine in."
Kevin clicked his tongue: "What if he can't finish it?"
Sanya closed his eyes calmly: "Then cripple one of his hands. Either drink or become disabled, let him choose one of the two."
Sangya didn't want to cause trouble, otherwise, according to his previous temper, the male insect would have been beaten half to death when he poured wine. If You Que hadn't stopped him...
If You Que hadn't stopped me...
Sang Ya was inexplicably absent-minded, wondering why he listened to the other party as soon as he was stopped. Just when he was distracted, he suddenly felt a heat source behind him and someone pulled his braid.
Sanya: “…”
Needless to say, it must be You Que.
It was time for You Que to get off work. He saw Sang Ya sitting in a chair in a daze and pulled her pigtail: "It's time for me to get off work. I'm leaving first."
Sang Ya turned her head and swung her ponytail to the side. The strong wind felt more powerful than a whip. Fortunately, You Que dodged in time, otherwise he would have been whipped.
Seeing You Que hiding away, Sang Ya glanced at him and said, "Sir, it's best not to touch the braids of female insects, otherwise don't blame me if you get hurt next time."
You Que looked down at his right hand, deliberately showing him the red mark on it, and asked half-seriously, "But I'm already injured this time, what should I do?"
Sang Ya paused, not expecting that he had actually injured You Que: "You..."
You Que had already withdrawn his hand and said, "Forget it, it's not serious. It's getting late. I'm going home first."
After he finished speaking, he waved goodbye to Sangya, then put his coat on his shoulders, turned around and left the bar. After he walked away, he shook his head slightly, with a smile flashing in his eyes.
Sang Ya looked smart, how could he be so gullible? The red marks on his hands were caused by accidental pressure from working at the bar for too long just now. How could they be caused by being hit by a braid
Sanya didn't know that Youque was lying to him, and he was still thinking about it until the evening. He filled the bathtub with hot water, and the mist quickly filled the whole room. He finally took off his clothes and lay in the bathtub until the hot water overflowed, giving his brain a moment's rest.
The shirt that You Que had taken off was thrown aside. Sang Ya didn't know what he was thinking of, so he reached out and picked it up. He could still faintly smell the residual smell of alcohol on it, mixed with the extremely faint pheromones of the male insect, like a top-notch aphrodisiac.
Sanya's breathing became disordered for a moment, and a charming blush appeared on his face. As soon as he closed his eyes, he couldn't help thinking of the scene of helping Youque wipe it today. The amber wine drop slowly slid down the other's angular jawline, and because of the rolling of the Adam's apple, it accelerated and finally flowed into the shirt.
it's a pity…
Sanya should have dropped the shirt in his hand, as the female insect approaching puberty could not stand such teasing. However, he slowly buried his face in the shirt, his fingertips clenching tighter and tighter, until his body gradually sank in the bathtub, drowning in it along with the shirt.
Long-term suffocation brings new life.
After an unknown amount of time, Sanya finally emerged from the water with a splash. Transparent water droplets dripped down his flushed cheeks, making him even more beautiful than the legendary mermaid.
His chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped for a long time before he finally calmed down. Sanya leaned over the edge of the bathtub, frowned and touched his burning neck, wondering if he had been aroused by the male insect.
Damn it…
The shirt floated in the bathtub, covering Sanya's lower body just right. Finally, it floated up with the water flow and wrapped Sanya's back just right.
It was like the male insect hugged him from behind.
Sanya was leaning over the edge of the bathtub. He was stunned for a moment when he felt the wet fabric behind him. He reached behind him and touched his shoulder blade.
There were two raised, hideous, ugly scars.
This piece of skin is hidden under clothes, never touched or seen by others. It is more secretive than that beautiful braid...
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the remaining rain is dripping.
A gust of wind blew by, as if bringing with it a chill from the distant north.
You Que was in a good mood when he returned home today because he received a lot of tips. A rough count showed that there were more than 3,000 star coins, which was equivalent to nearly half a month's salary for him.
If life goes on as it should, there will be more hope than before.
You Que sat on the bed and counted the money, then stuffed it under the pillow. He suddenly saw the clothes he was wearing and touched the fabric, which was obviously very expensive.
Sang Ya said that he bought the clothes but didn't want to wear them, so You Que didn't have to return it.
But You Que couldn't help but think more. Sang Ya usually wore old clothes and he had never seen him wear new clothes. This shirt was very expensive. Could it be that Sang Ya had kept it in the bottom of his closet and was reluctant to wear it
Even though they are new clothes, they will become old even if you wash them and put them back.
You Que took out the money from under the pillow and counted it again, wondering whether he should buy the other person a new one in return.
(End of this chapter)