The area of Saint-Riez is neither big nor small, and any news can spread throughout the town in less than half a day. Since You Que started working, many female insects in the town have heard that a male insect bartender has come to the Kurite Bar. Not only does he have a beautiful face, but his bartending skills are also surprisingly good, and the bar is almost full every day.
The happiest person among them was Fei Wen. He paced back and forth at the railing on the second floor, and saw that the crowds of people below were more than twice as popular as before. He stroked his chin and thought, "Tsk, if I had known that You Que was so popular, I wouldn't have given him so many days off. With three days off a week, how much less money would I make?"
A sarcastic voice sounded faintly from behind him, directly piercing his thoughts:
"You can't take that much money into your coffin."
Feiwen looked back and saw Sanya sitting on the sofa injecting an inhibitor. He held a tube of blue medicine in his hand. The needle pierced directly into the skin and slowly injected it. His expression did not change from beginning to end.
Feiwen smiled: "No wonder you are so angry, it turns out that you are in your prime, don't you want to find a male insect to relieve your sexual desire? There is a ready-made one down there."
Sanya threw away the needle, lowered his head and slowly exhaled. He had cold sweat on his back and looked a little weak: "Leave it to me."
After he finished speaking, he lay down on the sofa and rested for a while. Then he was about to go downstairs to help at the bar. Unexpectedly, he found You Que chatting with a female insect in police uniform, and he couldn't help but stop.
Hansen didn't want to go into the bar, but he was dragged in by his colleagues when he was off duty today. He sat at the bar, feeling awkward in front of You Que, his former blind date: "Sir, I didn't expect you to be mixing drinks here. I should have come here earlier to show my support."
He looked at the male insect's appearance under the light and couldn't help blushing. He lowered his head and clutched the cup, a thin layer of sweat already forming on his fingertips.
Before he finished speaking, he saw Hansen subconsciously sitting up straight, paused and continued: "But there is one person we are dating, maybe they will get married in a few days."
After he finished speaking, he expected You Que to say something else, but unfortunately the male insect just nodded and had no other reaction. He had to leave reluctantly with his colleagues.
He continued to mix the drinks without stopping, but Hansen asked tentatively, "Sir, were your last few blind dates successful? Did your queen actually let you work?"
You Que frowned: "Lost?"
You Que was puzzled: "What?"
"Really?" You Que felt like he had barely spoken to Hansen, and quickly put the matter behind him. He turned to talk about something else, "I have something to do tomorrow, so I want to take a day off over the weekend, so I might not come to work."
He didn't even know if the male insect had any family. What if the other party came to him...
You Que had always worked diligently, never being late or leaving early. His sudden decision to take a vacation inevitably made Chong feel strange. Sang Ya looked at him suspiciously, "Why?"
You Que didn't expect that the world was so small that he would actually meet Hansen, who was on his first blind date. He straightened his shirt cuffs that had slipped off, and a circle of black cuffs were tied around his arms. His shirt was tightened by his muscles, and his handsome face was completely different from before:
Hansen did not hear the rejection in his words. After all, as long as he was not married in the Zerg, he still had a chance. With You Que's looks, not to mention the female king, even a bunch of female servants were willing to pay for him.
Hansen explained: "It was quite bad some time ago, but it has gotten better recently. Plus, the Empire has already sent troops to clean it up, so there shouldn't be any big problems."
He suddenly remembered something and asked Sanya, "By the way, where is my work clothes from last time? Haven't you washed them yet?"
Sanya lowered his eyes: "Oh, I lost it."
You Que had always wanted to go out of the city to collect the body of the male insect, but the town was heavily guarded and people were not allowed to enter or leave easily. He did not expect that they would be allowed in so soon.
You Que: "Two o'clock in the afternoon."
You Que withdrew his gaze calmly, and said without any emotion: "It may relapse in the future."
Hansen suddenly felt a surge of regret in his heart. If he had known that You Que's face could be cured, he should not have run so fast. He asked hesitantly, "Sir... Sir, is your face cured?"
Until a knock on the door caught his attention: "Sir, it seems that this cigarette is very tempting. It doesn't even hurt when it burns your hand."
You Que dispersed the smoke in the air without leaving a trace, so as not to choke Sang Ya: "I'm a little tired, so I came here to rest."
You Que came back to his senses after hearing this. He felt a burning pain in his fingertips and quickly put out the cigarette butt. He asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"
He had no interest in Hansen, and this kind of affection caused by appearance was a little shallow. It was fine to make friends, but if he really wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, relying on appearance alone was not enough.
Hansen tried hard to think whether he had said anything rude when he was dating You Que, and the final conclusion was no. At most, he was shocked by You Que's appearance. If they were to rekindle their relationship, there should be... a chance, right
Hansen asked, "Sir, what time does this place open every day?"
Sanya raised an eyebrow faintly: "No wonder you are so happy chatting."
You Que found an excuse: "Let's go to the mall and buy some clothes."
You Que smoked for only two reasons, either when he was upset or when he was happy. He used a lighter to light the few cigarettes in his pocket, and the uneasy feeling in his heart resurfaced. It was not good to borrow someone else's identity. He always felt sneaky and was afraid that one day he would be exposed.
"It's a small job, so it doesn't matter if you support it or not."
Sang Ya leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets. Seeing that You Que's hand was burned red, he wondered what he was thinking. He walked into the compartment and sat down with You Que. "Nothing, I just noticed that you were not at the bar, so I came to see you."
He has something in mind, so his heart is moved, either for money or for appearance. Youque is penniless, and it can only be because of the latter.
He has been wearing his own clothes these days and feels bad when they get dirty.
When You Que thought about this, his heart sank for a moment, and he felt that living a peaceful life was a luxury. He frowned and flicked the ash, staring at the ashes that fell to the ground for a moment, and he didn't even feel the cigarette burning his fingertips.
You Que realized belatedly that he was referring to Hansen, and he stuffed the lighter into his trouser pocket without changing his expression. His tone was not very warm: "We know each other, I guess. I had a blind date with him before."
His words and deeds were nothing more than trying to find out whether You Que was single at the moment. It would be the best if they could rekindle their past relationship. Unfortunately, You Que had no such thoughts from beginning to end. He took a few pieces of crushed ice and threw them into the cup, saying, "I haven't married a female monarch yet..."
Hansen sipped the last bit of wine in the glass and found that it was time to hand over the night shift. He had to go back. Then he stood up and said, "Sir, I will come to see you the day after tomorrow. The entrances and exits of Saint-Riez have been opened recently. The patrol mission is very heavy and I don't have as much free time as before."
You Que, who was busy at work, raised his head and glanced at him for the first time after hearing this: "Didn't they say that there are pirates outside and that we are not allowed to come in and out as we please?"
Sanya smiled and said, "If you can't wash it clean, you throw it away. Is that weird?"
He was a little distracted, and he had been busy all afternoon, so he simply washed his hands, handed over his shift to a female bartender, and went to the back booth to smoke.
Sanya asked in an ambiguous tone, "Are you tired of chatting with that female insect just now?"
You Que's attitude was neither warm nor distant. He treated Hansen as just an ordinary customer. Because there was no expression on his face, he inevitably looked a little indifferent.
Sanya reminded him: "Do you know the female insect in police uniform?"
You Que paused when he heard that, then looked up at Hansen. He saw a hint of anticipation and joy in the female insect's eyes, and her heart was beating fast. It was easy to tell what she was thinking.
It was just an ordinary wine stain, You Que could rub it off at home, how could it be impossible to wash it clean? But seeing Sang Ya's as if it was a matter of course, You Que couldn't argue with him. Seeing that more and more customers were outside, he stood up and left, saying, "It's getting late, I have to go to work."
As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist was grabbed by Sang Ya unexpectedly. The other party lowered his eyes and stroked the wound on his fingertips. Seeing that the red mark had not disappeared, he frowned and said, "I will give you a day off later. I will go talk to Fei Wen."
Sanya was always a little too considerate of Youque's affairs, even outsiders like Feiwen could see it, not to mention Youque himself. In fact, he didn't understand why Sanya was so good to him. Hansen was deceived by the appearance, but why was Sanya
Is it because of his fake good-guy image
The dark environment will always infinitely magnify the dark side of people's hearts. You Que was about to leave, but he suddenly kicked the tip of his shoe lightly and directly closed the door of the compartment. The noisy sounds outside faded away like a tide, leaving only a ray of light coming through the crack of the door.
Seeing this, Sanya paused: "What are you doing?"
You Que leaned forward and squatted in front of him, looking at Sang Ya carefully for the first time: "You have helped me so much, aren't you afraid that I will be ungrateful?"
He said cryptically: "I may not be as kind as you think."
He used to steal, smoke, drink, and even go to jail. No matter how good he pretends to be now, he can't cover up his corrupt past. If one day it is discovered that even his identity is fake, Sanya may regret it.
Sang Ya always felt that You Que was feeling a bit heavy-hearted today. He glanced at the male insect that was immersed in the shadows and leaned closer to him. Because of the change in angle, a beam of light from the crack in the door just happened to illuminate his bewitching eyes:
"Why do you ask?"
You Que felt that the beam of light on Sang Ya's face was a bit dazzling. He gently pinched the female insect's chin in the dark and pulled her back into the shadows. He said in a low and unclear voice: "Be careful when doing things. I'm afraid you will regret it if you try too hard."
Sanya asked back: "Because you are not kind enough?"
They were so close that their hot breath blended with each other as they talked, bringing a slight itch.
You Que remained silent, which was considered as his agreement.
Sanya curled her lips slightly and said, "You Que, there are many insects on the street who are kinder than you. Guess why I don't help them and only help you?"
He smelled the pheromones on You Que's body, and his breathing became disordered for a moment. He couldn't help but feel a little aroused, but the darkness concealed the blush on his face, so the other party didn't notice it.
You Que really didn't understand: "Why?"
Sanya leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Didn't you notice..."
You Que: "What did you find?"
We are all the same.
This sentence circled around Sang Ya's lips and tongue, but he swallowed it down in the end, and turned it into a meaningful sentence: "You Que, I don't ask you to be kind, it's enough for you to be kind to me."
"As long as this point remains unchanged, even if you are an unforgivable criminal, it will not affect my continued help for you."
So what if You Que is a good person or not? Sang Ya felt that he was not a good person either. They were the same, so no one should look down on anyone.
You Que was stunned and said nothing.
He actually didn't expect Sanya to answer this question. People tend to be good, and no one likes to help a bad person. But it must be said that Sanya's words, which did not distinguish between right and wrong, made Youque feel a little relieved, and he inexplicably felt that he had achieved something.
Sangya took up his injured hand and examined it for a moment. Seeing a red mark on the fingertips, he felt a pity that a flaw appeared on a beautiful jade. "No matter what is bothering you, whether you are short of money or a house, it is not a big problem. I can help you. There is no need to hurt your hand."
You Que came back to his senses and thought that Sanya was also very poor, so why would he help him? "It's not serious."
Sanya lowered her eyes and said, "Your hands are so beautiful, it would be a pity to leave scars on them."
As they were talking, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Before Sang Ya could react, You Que pulled her behind the door and hid her. Their bodies pressed together in the darkness, their hearts beating wildly.
They clearly didn't do anything, so there was no need to hide, but for some reason, they were as nervous as if they were caught having an affair.
Sanya subconsciously looked at Youque, but the male insect covered his mouth with his hand. The other party pressed him tightly against the wall and said in a low voice: "Shh, don't talk."
Sanya struggled slightly for a moment, then had to calm down.
Not long after, there was a creaking sound, and a waiter pushed the door open and walked in. The compartment here had no windows, and the view was dim and stuffy, so it had long been used as a storage room.
He pushed the door casually, not caring whether there was anyone hiding behind it. He moved a box of tissues to the corner while muttering to himself, then turned and left.
You Que heard his footsteps fading away, and kicked the door shut again, but did not let go of Sang Ya's hand.
Sang Ya could only pull You Que's hand: "Let go, he's gone."
You Que then slowly let go of Sangya. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the female insect's body temperature was incredibly hot, and his face was flushed: "Your face is very red, do you have a fever?"
His voice was always indifferent, but it sounded a bit ambiguous to Sanya. The female insect didn't want to expose her body's reaction, so she stepped back awkwardly and said, "No, go out, I'll find you some burn ointment."
You Que glanced at Sang Ya's beautiful lips, and he suddenly remembered her habit of sucking her fingertips when she was injured. He was curious about what it felt like. Once this thought came up, it grew like wild weeds, infinitely magnifying the sporadic desires hidden in his heart. You Que whispered in the dim darkness:
"They say that the saliva of female insects can speed up wound healing. Is it true or false..."
Sanya was stunned when he heard this, but before he could ask, he felt a warm touch on his lips. You Que's fingertips slowly squeezed into his mouth, pried open his teeth easily, and touched the soft tip of his tongue inside.
Sanya's pupils shrank in shock: How dare You Que? !
Sang Ya was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned his head away, but his fingertips went deeper, directly touching his throat. He blushed and grabbed You Que's wrist, trying to push him away, but You Que pushed Sang Ya against the wall even tighter.
He used his fingertips to slowly stroke the female insect's hard teeth and the soft tip of her tongue, teasing it flexibly. However, the next second, he felt a sudden pain in his fingertips as he was bitten hard by the other party, and his movements came to a halt.
When Sang Ya gets ruthless, he is really ruthless. Seeing that You Que didn't know how to back down, he frowned and bit his fingertips, and only slowly loosened his teeth when he saw blood.
You Que didn't dodge or avoid, instead he smiled and said, "You have a sharp tongue."
He slowly pulled his fingertips out of Sanya's mouth, bringing out a trace of crystal clear liquid. Blood slowly flowed out of the wound, and stopped after a while.
The flawless pair of hands had a bloody tooth mark.
You Que took a look and said, "This is really going to leave a scar."
Seeing You Que injured, Sang Ya swallowed the blood in his mouth unconsciously. He felt guilty for no reason. He frowned and grabbed the other's hand and said, "Who told you to touch me just now? I'll take you to the hospital."
Sang Ya really didn't want You Que to have scars. Such a beautiful pair of hands should be white and clean. There was no need to have scars like his.
However, You Que pulled Sanya back. He rubbed his fingertips slowly on the female insect's shoulder, leaving a few slightly ambiguous bloodstains on it, and then said, "It's okay, keep it, it's not ugly."
Sanya hesitated: "But..."
You Que really didn't care: "I'm leaving first, please ask for leave for me."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to open the door and left the cubicle directly. When Sang Ya followed him out, he saw You Que taking another cigarette from his shirt pocket and putting it in his mouth. He lowered his head to light it with a lighter, turned around and disappeared in the blurry light and shadow of the bar.
It was still early and the mall was not closed yet.
You Que walked into the mall with a clear shopping goal. He first bought a backpack and then a folding military shovel, making sure that the former could fit into the latter. Then he went to the checkout counter to pay. When passing by a clothing store, he picked out a simple white shirt, put it in a beautiful shopping bag, and planned to give it to Sangya.
The other party couldn't even wash off such a shallow wine stain, let alone the blood on his shoulder just now. It was worth it for You Que to give him a new one.
As the night grew darker, there were still many insects of all shapes and sizes on the street. It was the first time that You Que got off work so early. He walked slowly home with his shopping bag, and happened to run into the flower shop downstairs closing.
The boss already recognized You Que. Seeing him stop in front of the stall wearing a mask, he asked, "Sir, would you like to buy some more red paper?" Whenever You Que went on blind dates before, he would buy a piece of red paper and fold it into a rose. The first one fell into the rain, the second one ended up in the trash can, and the third one was taken away by Sang Ya.
The female insect seemed to like flowers very much.
He heard the boss's question, and his eyes swept across the red paper wrapping the flowers on the table. He hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly pulled out a bright red rose from the flower bucket: "How much is a rose?"
The boss quoted the increased price: "Three hundred star coins a stick."
He thought You Que would leave because it was too expensive, but he didn't expect that the other party actually took out three hundred star coins and put them on the table, and left with a rose in the flower bucket.
(End of this chapter)