"Eh? He's looking here too?"
When the bartender turned his eyes to him, Wenda was dazed for a moment. The look in his eyes was exactly the same cold as Yan Shao's, and he felt like he was being stared at by another Yan Shao.
Wen Da moved a little closer to Yan Mu and was about to speak when he found that Yan Mu was also staring at the bartender. The two of them looked at each other, and it seemed that a fierce confrontation was going on.
Like repels like
Qu Xiao also noticed something was wrong, but he couldn't ask directly if he didn't like this person, as it would make him look petty, so he asked in a different way: "Young Master Yan, do you know each other?"
Yan Mu took a sip of the wine, passed it through his lower mouth, and when he swallowed it, his chin slightly raised, and his Adam's apple rolled: "I know him."
Qu Xiao didn't expect to hear this answer from Yan Mu. Curiosity drew him to continue asking: "Ah? How did you know each other?!"
Yan Mu put down his wine glass and said in a very low and indifferent voice: "Love rival."
As they were talking, the bartender came from another direction, put on white gloves as he walked, and took out a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet behind him. He pinched the rim of the glass with his bony fingers and filled it up, one glass for Boss Qu and one for Yan Mu.
It was clearly just an extremely ordinary movement, but it was performed by his hands, and it seemed that every detail, even the gaps between his fingers, was filled with unspeakable beauty.
Wenda sat between the two of them. After waiting for a long time but not seeing his cup, he asked, "Where's mine?"
The bartender glanced at him coldly, ignored him, took off his gloves, and walked out through the side door.
Wenda: “???”
The bartender in their house is still so unique. Qu Xiao wanted to laugh, but then he remembered the word "rival in love" that Yan Mu said just now. He patted Wen Da's shoulder heavily and suppressed his smile.
When pushing open the door, the bartender turned around and looked at Yan Mu, with the corners of his eyes pressed down, and his eyes seemed to have a hook.
This glance was so cool and handsome that the bartender's momentum suddenly rose. The girls and omegas around him seemed to be hit in the heart and started to talk again.
"Is this the style that the young man likes?"
"By the way, the guy at the bar is pretty handsome, but he seems a bit hard to talk to."
"That look is so cool! I want to be looked at like that too!"
"So what did that look just now mean? Do you want to meet alone?"
"Maybe? I wonder if that handsome guy can get out?"
Everyone glanced at Yan Mu, anticipating the handsome guy at the bar's reaction. No one was disappointed. In front of everyone, Yan Mu pushed his glass of wine to Wenda, then stood up and followed the bartender towards the side door.
As soon as he opened the door, a pair of hands reached out from the darkness, pressed his shoulders, and pressed his whole body against the door.
Jiang Zhihuo: "Didn't I tell you not to go to the bar?!"
Yan Mu lowered his eyes, and his gaze lingered on Jiang Zhihuo's hand for a moment: "Let go."
"You..." This situation was too awkward. Jiang Zhihuo didn't know what to say for a moment. He let go of his hand, pointed at Yan Mu for a long time, and finally said, "Don't you dare poke my vest!!"
The air outside was hot and humid, and the evening breeze slapped against my face.
The bartender's outfit suits Jiang Zhihuo very well.
The snow-white shirt is tucked into black trousers with a lot of drape, which shows off the slim waist and long and straight legs. The shirt is not fully buttoned, with only one button undone, revealing the delicate and beautiful clavicle line in the slightly open neckline. The usual immature and passionate school bully aura is suppressed by such an outfit, revealing a maturity that is almost unfamiliar.
The noisy sound of the bar leaked out from the crack of the door, and Yan Mu asked, "Why?"
Yan Mu's "why" could cover a wide range of questions. Jiang Zhihuo pretended not to hear it and picked out the most insignificant and easiest to explain one.
"Why? Of course it's to sell my character!" Jiang Zhihuo said, "My cool and aloof character is popular. I saw it online about a boy who ran away from the snowfield, and the girls all called me that."
Yan Mu: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo: "If the character sells well and the performance is good, the commission will be high."
The purpose was concise and clear, and it was also a very urgent need, which was indeed an acceptable reason. Yan Mu asked again: "You skipped class to come here? Was the smell of cigarettes also because of this?"
Yan Mu had said too much today. Jiang Zhihuo didn't want to answer any more of his questions, so he blocked his question with a universal reply: "What does it have to do with you?"
Yan Mu: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo opened the door, and without any obstruction, the light shone through, and the music instantly hit his ears again.
After exchanging these two sentences, Jiang Zhihuo could probably understand Yan Mu's attitude at the moment—he was more interested in the reason why he was here than in exposing his cover.
Since Yan Mu wouldn't say anything for the time being, Jiang Zhihuo didn't need to think too much about it at this moment. They could talk about it slowly when they were alone.
He turned his head and reminded, "Yan Mu, we agreed not to interfere with each other."
Jiang Zhihuo's expression gradually darkened as he walked in. He became the popular and cool bartender in the bar again. He looked at the person outside the door with indifference and slowly closed the door.
The light in front of my eyes was gradually blocked behind the door.
However-
A few seconds later, the door that had just been closed was opened again. Jiang Zhihuo, who had looked indifferent and domineering a moment ago, stumbled out again and hooked his arms around Yan Mu's neck in a bewildered manner.
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Yan Mu: “…”
He originally wanted to act cool to scare Yan Mu and leave, but he didn't expect that as soon as the door was closed, the feeling of heat immediately spread all over his body. There were so many people in the bar, including many alphas, and no one could calm down if pheromones overflowed. Jiang Zhihuo couldn't care about his face at all.
"Cough." Jiang Zhihuo coughed dryly to ease the embarrassment.
He was still estimating the time in his mind, feeling a little strange, but Yan Mu spoke before him: "It's only been more than two hours."
It had been just over two hours since they last kissed.
It's obvious - the time you can hold back on kissing has become shorter.
As expected.
Jiang Zhihuo said: "Taking too much medicine will also lead to drug resistance."
This is the most reasonable explanation. From the very beginning, both of them knew that the duration of suppression would inevitably shorten gradually, but they tacitly did not mention it.
It will not cause much impact in the short term.
At least for now, it's just a change from kissing once every three hours to kissing once every two hours or so, there's no difference.
Jiang Zhihuo raised his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red due to the sudden heat. He raised a wicked smile: "Friend, since you are here, do you want to try something different?"
Yan Mu didn't even have time to refuse.
As soon as Jiang Zhihuo finished asking the question, he immediately switched to aloof mode. The corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight arc, his facial features were expressionless, his eyes were cold, and there was a deep chill in his dark eyes. Apart from that, there was no trace of emotion.
The character was changed so quickly that Yan Mu was confused for a moment - was Jiang Zhihuo playing a certain kind of person, or was he that kind of person himself
Then, a low laugh came into my ear.
Jiang Zhihuo has done kissing, ear biting and other touches so many times that he no longer has any psychological burden when doing them.
He leaned close to Yan Mu's ear, put his lips on the side of her ear, and held a thin layer of it in his mouth: "So you like this, Brother Yan?"
Yan Mu: “…”
When Jiang Zhihuo spoke, the ending of his voice always rose slightly, with a kind of unnatural laziness. Yan Mu suddenly woke up, pulled his shoulders, and exerted force with his arms. The two of them reversed their positions, and it was Jiang Zhihuo who was pressed against the door panel.
He did not want to finish quickly and kiss her immediately as usual, but instead carefully observed Jiang Zhihuo in front of him.
Breath, pheromones, all within reach.
Those beautiful eyes were also looking at him, with his shadow reflected in them.
The two of them were silent for a moment in this sudden silence.
Jiang Zhihuo suddenly said, "Give up, stop chasing Yuyun."
Yan Mu once said this to Jiang Zhihuo.
But the tone is different, the scene is different.
It was as if he suddenly remembered it, or as if he had wanted to say this before.
"Why?" Yan Mu asked.
Jiang Zhihuo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak or remind someone, but in the end he said nothing. He then spoke in his usual noisy tone, "Why so many whys? Of course it's because I have more personalities than you, hahaha! Being with me is definitely more fun than being with you, Master Yan."